(Mumbo's POV)

Mumbo Fairwell sighed boredly after finishing up the giant iron farm.

But it was a good life. He wouldn't trade it with anyone else.

After all, the Fairwells were the richest family in all of Minecraft.

Mumbo frowned.

That was only half true. 

Mumbo was always being pressured to be PERFECT, just like his dad.

In fact, Mumbo wished he wasn't always such a celebrity.

"Oh. My. Notch.", people would say. "You're a Fairwell?! Here! Let me give you this!" Or, "Can you sign my book?"

It was not all glitz and glam.

"Mumbo!", his mom called from the mansion from the second floor balcony.

Mumbo looked up and stashed away the Redstone torches and Redstone dust.

"Yeah, Mum?"

"Go and cook for us! I'm busy watching the pathetic news!"

Mumbo sighed, and walked inside the mansion, and closed the door.

He looked at the autocooker and decided what to cook.

Then, he realized that he had nothing to cook with.

That wasn't odd. Mumbo always ate everything left.

"Okay, bye Mum!", he called out. "I'm just going to buy the groceries and come back!"

A moment of silence other than the TV being blared.

"Okay! Oh, and don't forget your diamond watch!", his mum responded.

Mumbo got out a comb and neatly brushed his hair and mustache. Then he smoothed out his clothes, slipped on his watch, and walked for the door-

And walked into it.

"Oomph!", Mumbo yelped in surprise.

Mumbo quickly opened the door and scampered out, his tie swinging wildly.

(Time skip of Mumbo scampering down the streets)

Mumbo panted as he slipped his hand onto the doorknob of the grocery store.

"Hey, Jumbo! What'cha doin, man?", greeted a familiar voice by the door.

Looking up and to the right was his good buddy Ren, who was for the most part really poor and in a midlife crisis, but still managed to look alright. His dog ears were pointed forwards excitedly and his tail was wagging wildly.

"WaIt, JuMbO's HeRe?", cracked a familiar Swedish voice from inside the shop. Suddenly.. 

BONK!

The door swung open into Mumbo's face.

"Owwww...", Mumbo groaned as Iskall the cyborg cashier walked out.

"Mumbo Jumbo!", Iskall sighed. "You, my friend, are an absolute spoon."

Not wanting to brag about who he was, when they had first met, Mumbo had lied that his last name was 'Jumbo'.

"Cool tuxedo, dude!", Ren complimented while self consciously looking shamefully at his suspenders.

"Yeah.. I just managed to scrap up enough to get it. It's new.", Mumbo replied.

"If only I wasn't in my financial condition right now..", Ren muttered.

"Hey," Mumbo said while bending down, since he was so tall. "Cheer up! See look, I stole these shiny looking sunglasses from my Mum's miscellaneous collection."

He held out some pitch black sunglasses that looked sleek and new. Because they were.

Ren's eyes widened as he gazed at it. His tail wagged even more.

 "Dude. You could get in trouble.", Iskall said sternly, but his normal eye was also wide, and his cosmetic cyborg eye almost short circuited in surprise.

Mumbo laughed. "Don't worry about it. Just think of it as a gift."

Ren slowly took it and slipped it on. "How do I look with it?", he asked.

Iskall and Mumbo gave him a thumbs up.

Ren yipped in happiness.

"Now come on," Mumbo laughed. "I came here for groceries, and I assume you did, too."

Mumbo really just did not know what he was doing. One moment, he was just walking along the aisles and grabbing expensive mushrooms and steak, and then he falls into a hole. It wasn't just any hole, too. It looked like a hole to another place all together.

Iskall, who was supervising Mumbo's safety, grabbed his leg to stop him from falling. "REN! A LITTLE HELP?", Iskall yelled.

In a short bark, Ren was running towards them from the other side of the aisle. He grabbed Iskall's shirt in his sharp teeth and pulled with his hands, straining backwards.

Mumbo screamed hysterically as he saw himself inch further in the hole.

A sudden roar sounded, and Ren growled at it.

But then, something failed.

As they fell down into the forest below, Mumbo swore he heard a sinister voice growl, " Raging fire, stormy seas, a great evil cause many to flee. Twenty two souls must join the fight. Fairwell, remember to keep your word. The Wolf will know the truth. The cyborg will unleash his rage. And.. good luck surviving down there. Sorry for pushing you.."

(Welsknight's POV)

King Wels of the Silver Knights, the best Dragon slayers in the land, looked troubledly towards the midday sun.

He wasn't as old as kings usually were. He was in his twenties, sure, but kings were usually about fourty, or something.

Suddenly, his scout, who was touring the surrounding area, burst through the castle doors.

"Keralis.", Wels greeted. "Come back so soon?"

Keralis was leaning tiredly against the door. And now that Wels realized, his face was caught in a surprised expression. "Come, my good king. Somebody just outside the border requests your prescence." 

"Very well.", Wels said, getting off his throne and walking towards the scout. "Shall I bring troops?"

"No.. The intruder requests that you don't for diplomacy.", Keralis said while catching his breath.

Wels nodded with hesitance.

"Come.", Keralis says after a while, leading Wels to the border.

At the border was a dangerous looking woman with a purple cloak, and horns that curled from the sides of her head. Her eyes were a cunning purple.

"Who are you?", Wels inquired cautiously.

"I just want.. to warn you before my boss forces me to unleash a great storm later today..", says the woman slowly.

"And if I don't heed your warning?"

The woman nods at Keralis. "Worse fates will be awaiting you than just face paralysis."

"Wait, what?", Wels inquired nervously.

"It's true.", Keralis says with a grim tone that did not fit his surprised face. "I think that unless I try really hard, I'll always look like I saw something traumatic."

Wels gulped. "Very well. What do you want to share?", Wels said, anger creeping into his tone.

The woman held out her hands, and mist formed around it, forming a picture of gray clouds that unleashed lightning that were way more dangerous than it should.

"My boss, who I shall not name wishes to destroy everyone that is involved are related to those involved in a prophecy. Listen well, as I will give you the full prophecy, to show you the full truth. Are you ready, King Welsknight?", the woman says ominously.

"Why me? Why me and Keralis? I know we're important and things, but, why?", Wels says worriedly.

"Because, you and Keralis are one of the twenty two souls who are to stop my boss in his tracks. Just because I work for him doesn't mean that I full on support him." The woman shrugs.

Wels took a breath. "Then yes. I am ready."

"Raging fire, stormy seas

A great evil cause many to flee

Twenty two souls must join the fight

Lest they fall back in the plight.

Helmeted Pride, hold back your tears

Son of Da Vinci, hold back the curse.

Prince of Phoenix, swallow your fears.

Dragon Blood must swallow the madness and fear

Heir to Demons, keep your secrets close.

King of Justice, slay the beast, chant the final verse.

Icy One, keep them together.

Experiment will start the war.

The Psychopath will find the missing piece.

The Bouncy One must deal the final blow

The scarlet one will fall; take the sacrifice.

The Ninja will sharpen the sword.

Fairwell, keep your word.

Undead shall rise to make up for what was wrong.

The Wolf will know the truth.

The cyborg will unleash his rage.

Be reborn, find the right mark.

The thief will know where to start.

The sailor will rise and fall.

Wide eyed one, catch the one who falls.

Son of the Smith, ring the bells for war.

The tempest is coming; be ready on your feet."

As she spoke, Wel's mind almost seemed to etch images into his mind that was impossible; literally impossible; to throw out. Wels caught images of a gas helmet, a bearded and bald man, a silhouette flying in the sky in loops with an elytra, and a lot more, almost as if it KNEW that Wels would find an excuse to forget.

"I must take leave. An hour later, be prepared. When you face me in battle, I will 'accidentally' make a faint purple vortex. It is a portal to safety. Take it. Jump through it with Keralis. Don't judge too quickly the people already there.", the woman muttered.

Wels nodded. "See you in an hour."

And with that, the woman faded away, and Wels wondered if he imagined it all.

(One hour time skip)

Wels and Keralis finally finished planning.

Sort of.

All of a sudden, a block of TNT broke through the stained glass window depicting a human against a dragon.

Wels and Keralis nodded to each other, and they ran to the drawbridge, rallying every knight they passed to join them in defense of their home.

Outside was hell.

TNT was being launched from cannons. The chaotic storm clouds were there. There were huge trenches in the ground.

Suddenly, a light swipe of a golden sword slashed against Wel's chest armor. He pulled out his diamond sword.

He lunged towards the attacker with full power, only for it to be the woman from earlier.

She gave him a knowing wink, and snapped her fingers, which both signaled some arrows to go flying, and a faint purple vortex to appear next to them.

Nodding, Wels faked a blow, grabbed Keralis's arm, and then they both jumped into the unknown.

(Tinfoil's POV)

Tinfoil observed his sick dad.

Even though his father was really old now, and was only alive because of a life extension charm, Draugur, the famous blacksmith still worked for the people in need.

The lava hissed and bubbled as Draugur continued to pound on his anvil, craft on a crafting table  , or carefully shape up a weapon or piece of armor with heavy and thick gloves.

"Father. Do you want me to go gather wood?", Tinfoil said, noting that the furnace was running low on wood. 

Draugur turned around to look at him, stopping his work. "Sure. Just make sure to come back before sunset.", he rumbled.

And with that, Tinfoil grabbed a pickaxe and an axe, and headed out.

Tinfoil whistled merrily as he clumsily chopped some wood.

He MAY or may not have almost accidentally cut himself a multitude of times, but hey, he wasn't a lumberjack!

It was only after Tinfoil got a good thirty logs when he noticed the sudden eerie silence. Gone were the autumn winds, or the crackling of flying leaves.

Something was terribly wrong.

In a hurry, Tinfoil stashed the logs in his inventory, held his axe tightly, and ran off back to his dad.

It was a terrifying sight.

His dad was slumped on the floor, experience leaking out of him. An arrow was impaled in his chest. It would have been a minor issue to you, but it wasn't to Tinfoil.

You see, his dad's somehow lost the ability to respawn. The old sage that used to live in the village told him that.

In horror, Tinfoil kneeled next to his father. "Father. Tell me what I can do to fix this."

Draugur grimaced. "You can't. Their coming for you, too, any moment. I just steered them in the wrong direction. But they'll find you soon, too."

"What do I do? Who are they?"

"Take.. some resources with you. Get some weapons. A shield. A pic. Whatever. After that.. go to that vortex downstairs.", Draugur said with difficulty.

Tinfoil nodded hesitantly, knowing that his father was pretty stubborn. He grabbed a full set of armor and a diamond axe, replacing the stone one he had used.

"Why the vortex, though? You know I hate it!", Tinfoil complained.

"You.. have to. Also, come closer so you can.. hear me.", Draugur moaned.

Tinfoil kneeled next to his dying dad again. 

"When the sage told me I was sick, he also told me a prophecy.. of danger.. and hope." ,his father said weakly. "He said that when the time comes.. to hand you this paper copy." Draugur weakly handed him a book.

Tinfoil squeezed Draugur's hand. "I will do it. For you, Father."

Draugur smiled, and then disappeared into smoke.

Sighing, Tinfoil went to where the green vortex was, and walked through it, wondering how his father died, and who killed him. 

(Scar's POV)

Scar's lips made way into a sneer of no regret as he cornered his victim.

He pulled on the crossbow string.. and fired the arrow. 

Scar was not a normal person, you can suspect if he had willingly killed the mage of the city.

He was a psychopath.

"Hmm.. Let's see..", Scar said thoughtfully as he scanned through the mage's items.

Only a book.

Curious, Scar picked it up and read its contents.

"Raging fire, stormy seas.

A great evil cause many to flee.

Twenty two souls must join the fight 

Unless they fall back in the plight.

The psychopath will find the missing piece.

The tempest is coming; ready your feet."

Scar snorted. What was this nonsense? But it was still interesting, so Scar kept it in his inventory.

Just as he was about to leave the alley, a swoosh of metal passed over him.

Scar turned around and glared at his attacker.

It was in a black cloak, but Scar could see that it had a feminine shape, baby blue eyes, and blond long hair. She had two iron swords in both hands.

"Ah. Ello', False. You want to have another round fighting me while playing Ninja?", Scar said while grinning at her and pulling out one diamond sword. "How fun."

"You need to stop, Scar. Psychopath or not. I don't want to kill you, Scar! We used to be friends! Why are you like this now?", she said through the black cloth, tears glistening faintly in her eyes.

"Times change."

As they rushed at each other, a small metal ball rolled out of False's pocket, and opened up  a faint white vortex.

False's eyes widened.

"Now, why don't we see where it leads to?", Scar says cruelly as he tackles False through the vortex.