Chapter 13
The End

It was dark, everyone asleep. Void sat quietly, staring at the sky. She occasionally glanced over at the monsters. They had passed out on one another, exhausted after their long day of worrying about their future. Rakier, too, was unconscious. Void was worried about him. It was still uncertain if he was going to make it. The burn on his side was starting to look nasty. And then…
   A shadow jumped out at her. She lept to her feet, startled. Her rope yanked. She relaxed when she saw who it was. It was Herder. He had snuck up behind her, which was no easy task. He had moved like a shadow, creeping like one of his beloved wolves.
     “What are you doing here?” She asked as softly as possible. She already knew the answer. “Breaking you free.” She gave him an anxious look. “Do you know how much trouble you could get in?” She said in hushed tones. Herder nodded. “Gameknight- Gameknight’s being weird,” He said, his voice cracking. “No, it’s more than that, he’s scary now.” He gave her a brave look. “I want you to stop him.”
      He looked up at the stars. “And I know it was you who set me free.” He added. “What do you mean?” Void asked hurriedly. Herder sighed. “Now I’m just returning the favor,” he said. He grabbed his sword and swung at the rope. It cut easily and slipped from the girls waist. She smiled at him. He smiled back. They stayed that way for a minute. “Remember when you first captured me?” Herder said after a pause. “I still have the mark from where you hit me.”
   Void laughed. “Good old times, wasn’t it?” She joked. Herder chuckled. “It seems so long ago now,” he said. They were quiet again. “Take care of Rakier,” Void said suddenly. Herder looked at her, surprised. “Aren’t you taking him?” He asked. Void sighed. “No,” she said. “He would slow me down, and speed is of the essence here. Besides, he might get even more hurt.”
     “But, but where will you go?” Herder asked. Void smiled at him. “I know a cave,” She replied. “Goodbye, Void.” Herder said. Void turned to go, but paused. She knew she had to leave, but something was tugging at her. Her heart.
    This is what made her do what she did next. She turned back to face the boy. “Actually… it’s Sky.” She said.
   There. It was out there. The one word that she had been hiding for months. The one even Rakier didn’t know. The one that made her, whenever she stared up at the beautiful blue canopy that covered the Overworld, made her cringe. But she knew in that moment he wouldn’t tell a soul.
   Herder smiled faintly. “Sky,” He echoed wistfully. “I like that.” Sky/Void couldn’t help it. “Me, too.” She said quietly. Then she was gone, disappearing into the shadows as easily as Herder had came.

                                                   *

      Gameknight paced. Void was gone, but the little idiot hadn’t taken any monsters with her, not even the skeleton. He had instructed for a platform made of hay bales to be put up in the middle of the clearing and all the monsters to be placed on it. There hadn’t been enough, so a lot of mobs were sinking into unroped wheat. Once they were all on, wooden fence had been placed along the edges so they couldn’t escape. Everyone was gathered around, unsure what was happening. So were the mobs.
      Gameknight smiled. It was almost time. He turned to see Herder standing there, looking confused. “What are we doing?” He asked suspiciously. Gameknight sighed. “We’re-“ He began, with every intention to lecture the annoying little brat. But he stopped. He looked over at tree, where the half of rope hung and the skelton searched frantically for their friend. Then he looked back at the boy. He knew the rope had been cut, but he had thought Void had finally realized she could use her sword. But now that he thought about it, he remembered tying her up himself so he was sure she couldn’t do just that.
       “You twerp!” Gameknight hissed as he realized. “You let her go!” Herder didn’t try to deny it. He simply nodded and, before Gameknight could grab him, walked himself over to the tree. The user looked momentarily confused, but he followed anyway. Herder stopped and Gameknight tied a new rope around him, pulling it a little tighter than he needed to. “Gameknight, what are you doing?” Someone cried behind them. Crafter, Stitcher, Hunter, Digger, and Monet were standing there, looking horrified.
    “I let Void go,” Herder said blankly, sinking to the ground and crossing his arms. “But- but-“ Crafter spluttered. “I need to teach this kid a lesson,”Gameknight said in a unnaturally low voice. “He can’t mess with my plans and get away with it.” Then he stomped away.
   “Herder, why would you do that?” Stitcher wailed. Herder was silent. Then he looked up and said, “Because now she’s our only hope.” Monet was trembling. “I’m sure I don’t know what your talking about,” She said shakily. Herder gestured hopelessly at the huge crowd of monsters on the platform. “Don’t you know what he’s doing?” He said sadly. “He’s-“
       They were interrupted by the sound of a sword banging against a chest plate. “We better go,” Hunter sighed. She reached to untie Herder, but he swatted her hand away. “Leave me here,” he said. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble.” They looked at each other, but didn’t argue.
    When Gameknight was sure all the villagers were at the platform with him, he created a small dirt tower underneath himself. Everybody quieted down looked up at him expectingly. He smiled. “I’m sure you all are wondering what this is all about,” He called out. The words echoed around, bouncing off the cliffs. A lot of ears pricked, then went back to grazing and snorting and whatnot. All but one. One pair led to a mind that started to buzz with excitement. This was it. This was what they had been waiting for.
    “Now,” Gameknight’s voice boomed. “I would say that the monsters have found themselves in hot water, but with what’s about about to happen, mentioning water is a little too cruel. So, without further ado, let’s just get on with it.” He reached into his inventory and drew out flint and steel.
   At first, everyone was quiet. Then the monsters screamed, running as far from him as possible. The villagers were shouting and pointing. Gameknight struck as hard as he could, sending sparks up into the air. Most of them fizzled out, but one found its way to the hay. There was a pop, a string of smoke, and a flame suddenly came to life. It spread shockingly fast, getting larger and blowing smoke into the air. The villagers looked at each other, horrified. There were about to witness a massacre!
      The flames were licking up the wooden posts keeping the poor monsters prisoner. They moaned and wailed and clicked. Then, right as the first part of the fire reached them, they heard an explosion. A huge cloud of purple steam billowed up, rolling up over everyone and putting out the flames.
    It started to clear as soon as it had appeared, and a figure appeared in the middle, legs spread wide and arms out wide.
Void had arrived.

                                       *

     Gameknight leapt from his pillar and sauntered over to her. She pointed at the fence, and it disappeared. The monsters ran off the still smoking hay. Then Void walked over and slaughtered the User-that-is-not-a-user.
    I’m kidding! I’m kidding! You guys can not take a joke.
And yes. It’s me, WonderWriter2000. So I like writing in second person! If you don’t like it, why don’t you go read something else? Go on! Shoo!

       Okay, I’m done pouting.
(This idea was taken from In a Glass Grimmly by Adam Gidwitz. Check it out, but read the first one A Tale Dark And Grimm.)

Here’s what really happened.
    Gameknight sauntered over to Void. She pointed to the fence without ever taking her eyes off the approaching enemy. The monsters ran off gratefully. “I was wondering when you were going to show up,” He said. Void raised her sword, pointing the clear blade right at his chest. He sneered. “Go,” She said firmly. “Who do you think your talking to?” Gameknight growled, his sword out to. “I know exactly who I’m talking to,” She said calmly. “Good,” He said slowly.
   The villagers and mobs had spread out into a circle, watching their leaders battle. Monet had gone and grabbed Herder and Rakier, who was finally awake. Now he was freaking out, watching the two circle slowly around each other.
      “Leave,” Void snapped. Gameknight looked at her, amused. “As if I would,” he said. His voice had taken on a certain tone, a certain smoothness, that made everything he said sound imposing. “Go!” She yelled. Now Gameknight stopped, glaring. “What are you doing?” He growled. “Where’s your other sword?” Void mocked. Gameknight looked down. Sure enough, he was only holding one sword. “Uh, right,” he said. He grabbed the sword, but it slipped around in his hand and he almost dropped it. Void took a deep breath. She only had one shot at this. She had to get it right. Looking around her, she saw all the villagers and monsters huddled together. If she failed…
    They were all doomed. “See?”  She said. “See what?” Gameknight asked. “Your not you,” She pointed out. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He growled. “Go already!” Void yelled. “We both know that isn’t going to work! Your not strong enough! Just give it up already!” The crowd whispered, not sure what was going on. Gameknight took a step forward, eyes blazing. “You little-“ “ENOUGH!” She screamed. “Go! Leave! Nobody wants you here!”
       “Stop!” He lunged, and the villagers and monsters screamed. His eyes had gone so pale that all you could really see were his pupils. But Void was ready. She sidestepped him, and he ended up behind her. “Don’t you get it?” She shouted. “You can’t!” “Enough!” Gameknight yelled. “You think your so smart! It isn’t going to work! I will have this body!”
      The crowd backed away, terrified. Gameknight’s eyes were still paling, and all the sudden they were completely white. He let out a hiss. “You can’t-“ He suddenly paused, his mouth moving up and down like a fish. He swallowed, and tried again. “I will-“ He choked, grabbing at his throat.
     “No,” He hissed. His face changed from fury to shock. “Give up,” Gameknight growled. “You won’t-“ He tensed, his face twisting. “Stop!” He gasped. “Let me go!” “Don’t fight,” He growled at himself. “You can’t stop me user- No! My friend- You can’t defeat- Good beats e- YOU USER!”
   Void couldn’t contain herself. All the rage that had been boiling inside her for days flowed out. “YOUR JUST A WEAPON!” She screamed. Everything went still. Void hadn’t put any thought into what she had said, but it did the trick. The words bounced off the mountains, growing fainter and fainter. Gameknight froze along with them. His face went  as pale as his eyes. “I’m a weapon,” He whispered. “I’m a weapon, and it’s all I’ll ever be.” He said it so softly Void could barely make it out. Then she was distracted by something that seemed more important. At that moment, the blue in his eyes rapidly showed up again. A split second later, he was back to normal. Gameknight stayed standing for a moment longer, then collapsed onto the ground in front of him.
        “Gameknight!” Monet yelled. She rushed forward, hoisting her limp brother up. The others came forward too. Rakier appeared at Void’s side, and she leaned against him. She was painfully aware of the fact she was suddenly exhausted. She wanted more than anything to sleep, but she knew if she did she might not wake up again.
    “Wake up!” Monet cried. “I know what to do,” Hunter said firmly. She grabbed a water bucket and dumped it on his head…
   Right as he woke up. “Ahh!” He yelled. “That’s freezing!” He looked around himself, at all the villagers and mobs standing open mouthed. “Uh, hi,” Gameknight said sheepishly. “What did I miss?” Void sucked in air. She couldn’t breath well. “Void!” Herder said, rushing over. Gameknight looked around, confused. “Where am I?” He asked. “What’s happening? And why is there so much hay?” The clearing was now covered in the golden strands. “Are you okay?” Herder asked Void worriedly. “Wait, why are we helping her?” Gameknight asked. “I thought she was the bad guy! I’m so confused.”
      Monet looked at him, surprised. “Don’t you remember?” She asked. Gameknight shook his head. “The last thing I remember doing is interrogating Rakier. Everything after that is all hazy. It’s, it’s sort of coming back to me.” “We came and captured all the monsters,” Crafter said. “You used Rakier as leverage against her. You, well you sort of attacked him.” Gameknight paled. “I did what?” He gasped. “I don’t remember any of this. And seriously, what’s with the hay?” “You tried to kill the monsters with it,” Crafter said slowly. “Wait, with hay?” Gameknight asked. “You put them on it and lit it on fire. Thankfully, Void got there just in time.” Stitcher said. “But why would I do that?” He asked. “And I thought you said we took her prisoner!” Digger shrugged. “Herder let her go.”
        “But why can’t I remember?” He asked, voice cracking with fear. They all looked to Void. “Herobrine,” She said. “What?” Gameknight asked. She took another breath. “Herobrine was infecting you.” Gameknight stared at her, shocked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “He was- he was taking you over. Controlling you.”
     “But how?” He asked. “And how do you know?” She could feel herself losing herself every second. “Because he’s doing it to me too,” She said. Instantly she could feel him inside her, angry and powerful. “Your- your kidding.” Monet said. Void shook her head. “But why would he do that to his daughter? Void-“   
     “Don’t call me that!” Void snapped suddenly, her eyes burning magenta. Monet stepped back, surprised. “My name is-“ Void said. “Is-“ She had to gasp for breath. “Her name is Sky,” Herder said helpfully. “How do you know that?” Stitcher asked. He shrugged. “She told me last night.” “But why do you have two names?” Gameknight’s asked. “Void is just what my dad calls me,” She said. “I was raised by my mom. I only met my dad once.” They all looked at each other. They had never once thought about her having a mom. “Who is she?” Stitcher asked gently. “She’s dead.” Void said sharply. “I- I’m so sorry.” Stitcher said after a pause. “But… who?” Void opened her mouth to tell her, but nothing came out. The words stuck in her throat. She hadn’t breathed the words in years.
    She went back to the day she had met her father, in the Digitizer.
“Sky-“ Her mom had started. “Stop.” Void/Sky said. “Just stop.” “Honey,” Her mom said gently. “I told you he would!” Sky snapped. “I told you he would ruin everything. He wants to change me. I can feel it. I knew I should never had come here.” “You mean we should never have come here,” Her mom said. “No, Mom!” Sky yelled, spinning to face her. “Just me. Because your gone. Your dead! Your not coming back. Don’t you get it? Your just a spirt now, and you just used your only chance to ever come back. Spirts can only come back once, for a few hours. You just used it to confront the person who killed you and made me come with you.” Her voice cracked. “Goodbye, Mom.” She disappeared, reappearing somewhere in the Land Of Dreams. Her mom sighed, and then slowly disappeared, fading into nothingness.

        Sky struggled for breath. She had to say it now. This was her last chance. She needed to get them on her side. “The- the” She stuttered. The Music of Minecraft suddenly swelled. “The Oracle,” She blurted out. Darkness clouded her vision. The world was swirling. Before they could say anything, she pressed on. “When you guys went and met her, I was there. Just hiding. I was with the wolves when Herder came in. I hid my self, and watched him. Our alpha really liked you,” She said, smiling at the boy. “I watched the battle. And I watched you guys leave.” Her voice cracked. “My mom wanted me to go introduce myself and escape with you guys, but I wasn’t about to leave her. Later, Herobrine and his army arrived. He still didn’t know about me, so I was going to stop him with the element of surprise on my side. But before I could, my mom turned me invisible, muted me, and put a spell on me that stopped me from moving. I know she was protecting me, but I still hate her for it.” She trembled. “I watched Herobrine kill my mom. Right in front of my eyes. Then they left, and eventually the spells wore off. When I went back outside, it was nighttime again but I was pretty sure I’d been there for more than one day.”
   She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “Why didn’t you take her with you?” She asked sadly. “You had more than enough boats.” Gameknight’s looked down at her, surprised. “I wanted your mom to come with us. But she wouldn’t leave.” Sky’s eyes widened. “I never knew that,” She said. Then she shook her head. “I blamed a lot of people after that. Herobrine, of course, and Gameknight for not killing Herobrine when he had the chance. Herder, for playing with the wolves and making them soft so they wouldn’t finish off the zombies. Hunter and Stitcher, for not being able to shoot far enough to reach Herobrine. Monet, for leaving the temple and not staying to protect my mom. All you guys, for leaving us there.”
    She closed her eyes. Her mind was swimming, everything she was doing was in a daze. “Me and my moms spirt went and saw Herobrine in the digitizer. Afterwards, I suddenly wanted revenge. Not to kill you, but to have Gameknight leave and only come back if he needed to. But now I’m pretty sure that was my dad starting to get in my head.”
   “But what now?” Monet asked worriedly. Sky took a big breath. “Now my dad takes me over.” She said. “And you guys kill me.” “No! We are NOT going to do that!” Herder said. “You have too,” Sky panted. “It’s the only way to stop Herobrine. But don’t do it now, then he’ll go after Gameknight again. He has to be in my body.”
    “Can’t we get him out?” Monet asked hurriedly. “Like what you did with Gameknight?” Sky could barely shake her head. “No. That time it was because he wanted me more, and this time he can use all his energy on me.”
        She was lying down now, and barely had any energy left. “Rakier,” She hissed. “Protect…” She trailed off, pointing one shaking finger at Gameknight. “Prophecy,” She murmured. “Must find… the Hero…”
And then she slipped into the darkness of her mind.

      “Sky? Sky! Wake up!” Gameknight shouted, shaking her. She suddenly sat straight up, startling him into falling backwards. She stood shakily to her feet, eyes shut tight. Her face was scrunched up, as if she was in pain. “Sky?” Herder asked timidly. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and there was a flash of magenta. “Oh, thank goodness.” Stitcher breathed. But then it became paler and paler, until it was a bright white. Herobrine blinked, no longer used to the bright sun of the Overworld. He was suddenly attacked by so many feelings, the smell of the mountains, the cool air, the feeling of the breeze on his skin…
     A the sight of all his enemy’s right in front of him. “No,” Gameknight whispered, still on the ground. “Gameknight999,” Herobrine purred in Sky’s voice. “Good to see you again.”
    Then his manically evil laughter filled the air, bouncing up and down the mountains in a horrible echo, and for the first time in history the Music of Minecraft fled.  

The End?
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        Thank you guys so much! I love writing, and it was so fun to write about Void. Don’t worry, this is DEFINITELY not the end. We could very possibly be years away, depending on how much I find time to write. Below is the Prophecy from the first book the Far Lands. It also includes the signs, the letter from M, and also the mural section. I would like to thank Mark Cheverton, of COURSE, and also TheSnakeWhoKills, RaiderUnbeatable, Moussa, MC Rocks, and all the other people that have commented on my stories. It means SO SO much to me! I won’t name everyone because that would take ages, but your supported is what has helped me want to keep going. When I get bored, I think of how I can’t let you guys down. Also, now that this part is over, there will be a separate series I will be doing and posting that isn’t going to be Minecraft, but it’s going to be mostly based off of this one. There will be similar characters and plots but different places and some new people as well. I hope you enjoy it! I don’t know a title yet, but when the first chapter is posted I would love to here some suggestions from everybody. This is WonderWriter2000, finishing her book FINALLY and saying thank you once more.

And this is what he saw.

    THE PROPHECY

He smiled. Oh, good. He thought. It’s my story. Nothing to worry about. But his smile faded as he kept reading.

  THE PROPHECY

At the beginning, the Far Lands and the Overworld were nearly the same. A portal was always wide open and anyone could go from side to side. But The One Who Must Not Be Named did not like having it wide open, so The Evil One had a Far Lands Wizard close the portal by stopping the magic river that was the Far Lands portal. But this caused horrible destruction to both worlds, and the Far Lands went through horrible war after horrible war. This is what killed off most of the wizards and warlocks. But the Overworld suffered many times more. The One Who Must Not Be Named created the Four Terrors Of Minecraft. The Eyeless One almost took complete control. But the worst of the Four Terrors Of Minecraft, The Sorcerer Of Blood, attacked the One Who Must Not Be Named in a desperate attempt to take over Minecraft himself. The plan did not work, but the challenge weakened The One Who Must Not Be Named and Minecraft was free at last. Eons later, a strange wave went over the land. All the villagers lost their  memory and their hands were locked across their chest. They did not know what had happened, and began to recognize it as The Awakening.

  Gameknight chest tightened. “They mean…” he said softly to himself, “There was a long war before The Awakening? And the villagers had free hands?”

The villagers had their own Prophecy, one about a User-that-is-not-a-user that would come from the Other Place and save them from many horrors. The time this Prophecy started is unknown, but it is thought to have been created soon after a small war the villagers of the Overworld call The Great Zombie Invasion. It is unknown, but it is thought The Blood Sorcerer was an important part of that war, and The One Who Must Not Be Named played a small part as well.

   Gameknight’s blood turned to ice. A small war? The Great Zombie Invasion? If that was small… then what were the other wars before that like?

This is all in the future.

No it’s not! He thought.

Help will be sent to the User-that-is-not-a-user long before this happens.

What help? He thought furiously.

There will be a savior.

If that’s the Oracle, you can kiss Minecraft goodbye!

The Hero.

Sorry, but the only Hero I know that isn’t dead or locked in a destroyed computer chip is, oh, I don’t know, NOBODY?!?!

At first, the User-that-is-not-a-user and the Hero will be enemies.

Who is it, Entity303?

The Hero will be defeated by The-user-that-is-not-a-user.

Oh, great! So I kill the only one who can save the world!

But the Hero will come back.

Oh, do they?

And they will take the place of the User-that-is-not-a-user.

Oh, they will, now?

They will lead the Villagers and Humans of the Overworld and the Villagers and Wizards and Warlocks of the Far Lands.

Oh, so this involves the Far Lands now, does it?

They will defeat The One Who Must Not Be Named and bring peace to Minecraft.

I’m sorry, but I already have!

And the Hero would no longer have any more to do in Minecraft, and they will leave with the User-that-is-not-a-user to The Other Place.

Oh, so now I’m taking people away?

Minecraft will have no more reason to fret.

“So that’s it? All I have to do is leave Minecraft and everyone will be happy?” Gameknight yelled. He stopped suddenly,  realizing that he had picked up the book and was clutching it so hard his knuckles were turning white. “Ahh…” he said. His friends were all standing around him, staring at the book with pale faces. “Did I say that out loud?” He said weakly. The look on their faces told him all he needed to know.
  “But wait, there’s more,” Harvester said. Gameknight flipped the page.

      THE PORTAL

It read in big letters. Gameknight scanned the page. “It’s all about how to get back to the Overworld,” he said. “There’s a Desert well straight ahead from the hole. I’m supposed to stand next to it and say this code.” He gestured to the page, where a long poem had been written in some sort of fancy scrawl.
  “But there one more page!” Smithy said. “What does it say?” Gameknight flipped the page again. His eyes widened as he saw the page. “Woah,” he breathed. “What?”  Fletcher said. She sounded anxious. There was no doubt about the Overworld now. Gameknight cleared his throat.
   “Whoever finds this,” he began. “Watch your back.” He stopped, confused. “Keep going!” The three NPCs urged. “Their coming. The shadows. They’ve always been coming. They are getting stronger. The One is getting stronger. The Maker. He comes. Ever forward. They will find me. I will be done for. She will be done for. The world will be over. The Blood Sorcerer. The Hero. The User-that-is-not-a-user. They are one and the same. Together. Apart. The One Who Must Not Be Named. He will not stop. The shadows are coming. Always coming.
The Void will rise.
The monsters will cower.
The villagers will die.
The humans will rebirth.
The Shark will swim through the seas and have the water.
The Snake will slither forward and rule the land.
The Panther will pounce and rule the night.
The Blood Sorcerer.
He will be last.
He will control all.
The sun will be put out.
The moon will shatter.
The stars will fall.
The rain will turn to acid.
The forests will burn.
The jungles will be everything.
The jungles will be deserts.
The deserts will be swallowed by the ocean.
The oceans will dry.
The sand will be glass.
The glass will be nether.
The nether will be stone.
The stone will be bedrock.
The bedrock will be Void.
The Void will be all.

I am evil.
I am kind.
I am power.
My name is M-“

 Gameknight stopped. His eyes widened with fear. “What?” Harvester asked. “What’s their name?” Gameknight shook his head. He mumbled something they couldn’t hear. He held up the book.
   There was no name. M was it. But there- right there- under the last line was a splatter of something. Something red. Something the color of dry blood.

The Mural
“What is it?” Fletcher asked. Gameknight looked up and gasped. A mural as painted up on the wall. It was actually more like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Gameknight had seen them once in a museum on a field trip. The first picture was of four people standing in front of a well. One of them had little lines above there head.
   It’s me, he realized. The next panel showed him again, on what looked like a wall. People were all around him, and he could see the tips of houses behind them. The village! He thought. Right in front of him, literally floating in the air, was a girl. Long hair flowed down her back, and she wore a dress that seemed to shimmer even on the wall. But the creepy part was her eyes. They had been painted with all different colors.
  The next panel showed Gameknight in an arena like area fighting a NPC with strange eyes. On a closer look, he realized they were bright white. His heart sank. Oh, no. On a closer look, he saw hundreds of stands. Every single one was filled with NPCs. He saw his friends, but the weird things were there were two other people with names above their heads.
   Next was him helping up someone with white eyes, and him talking to a smiling Herobrine. And there he was holding his swords against a girl with black eyes, and him and an User-that-is-not-a-user girl on horses while he carried a chest. And there was Herobrine with three other people, and Gameknight yelling at him to come back. Then Gameknight on the ground with Herobrine standing above him with a sword. And then him and Herobrine holding swords while something that looked half bird half human stood in front of them. And then Gameknight on his knees as Herobrine stood in front of him with his arms outstretched. A black user with red eyes and no server thread stood behind Herobrine.
   And then-

Gameknight moaned. “No, NO!” He said. Because, in the next panel, a picture of Herobrine on a small pillar was etched into the stone. Villagers swarmed around them, and the same two girl users were in the background. And Gameknight-
 Gameknight999 was bowing to Herobrine.
Gameknight’s head swam. He held his head in his hands and moaned. He completely missed the next few panels- Herobrine floating in the air with a red ball of magic in his hands, his mouth open as if he was screaming in agony. The bird man was floating in front of him, his eyes wide in shock and terror as he started to fade away. Then a confused looking user standing with a sword in his hands as Gameknight looked on in awe. The name, unlike Gameknight’s, was as clear as day.
  HEROBRINE

Then Gameknight was enveloped in white light, and so was Herobrine.

   Gameknight opened his eyes but didn’t see any of it. Instead, this was what he saw. Two glowing white eyes had been painted on the wall, with the word Herobrine painted above them. Gameknight stared at the floor and closed his eyes. He didn’t look up for a long time.

Signs
“What?” Gameknight asked. “We missed a page,” she said. He handed him the book and they read it together.

                         SIGNS

    When the Prophecy starts, there will be a series of events leading up to it.

   First, the User-that-is-not-a-user will enter Minecraft for the first time.

Gameknight’s blood ran cold. The Prophecy had started before he had even known villagers were alive?

    Second, the User-that-is-not-a-user will be trapped in the Far Lands and in his entering the Overworld will open the portal. The first sign may not start the Prophecy, but this will.

  The Void will rise and come as a girl.

  The Blood Sorcerer will come back from the dead.

   The Panther will pounce.

  The Snake and the Shark will attack.

  The One Who Must Not Be Named.

 They will return.

         The Last Battle For Minecraft

Gameknight moved his hand away from a spot where the red ooze had leaked through and stuck the pages together. He quietly put the book back.
And they kept riding.