(Trying to start hamming it up. It's HARD without ruining either the plot or prophecy.)

(Aurey's POV) (1st POV Chapters from now on. Sorry!)

The Chosen Ones have come.

One of them is another Nature Spirit, like me. Her name is Stress.

Sometimes, she would invite me to her hut and we would talk.

I hope nothing happens to this peace. But knowing Herobrine, tis' impossible.

(X's POV)

Me and Biffa silently sipped tea as Stress carved an ice block with her Snow Spirit powers.

Time had passed. At least two days. We met up with a bunch of other groups; like.. a satyr smith, a slightly deranged cowboy, and some others.

I leaned against the wall and continued drinking the tea through my helmet straw.

The walls started shaking slightly, then stopped.

Biffa slowly put down his cup of tea and slowly got up.

"What was that?", he inquired.

We all paused, waiting for it to happen again. It didn't.

"Whew!", Stress trilled, and sat back down.

Me and Biffa looked at each other uncertainly.

Then, a small growling from outside the walls..

(Cleo's POV)

I groaned inwardly at the pain around my cold dead ankles where the kraken had grabbed me two days ago. I can walk around now, but only with Joe's help.

I'm really thankful to him that he was alright with me being a zombie.

"Hello, Cleo. Good morning.", Joe says cheerfully, carefully swinging the door open.

"Morning'.", I replied. "My ankle hurts again."

Joe walks over to my bed and inspects my legs, which had faint sickly black spots blooming again. "Ooh..", he winced. "Yeah. Ah'll go get Jevin for some potions to help with that."

Jevin? Who was that, again?

Oh; right. The slime guy who ate those blue orchids.

He also turned the same color of the flowers once it goes down his mouth. Weird.

(Cleo: Uhh... Jevin; right?

Jevin: Yeah?

Cleo: Is it safe to consume flowers so often like that?

Jevin: (swallows another flower) Well; yeah.

Cleo: ..Why are you turning purple?

Jevin: (looks down at the purple petal in his hand) WAIT.. THIS ISN'T A BLUE ORCHID!

Cleo: Oh... oh dear... (snorts in laughter)

Jevin: (Staring as his body purple-ifys)

)

A small shaking and some growling was heard somewhere near X, Stress, and Biffa's hut.

Although I knew that I was in no condition to walk, she pulled out her diamond sword and hobbled weakly out the door.

(Tinfoil's POV)

Knowing my weakness, I shut the achohol (Spelling is great right now..) in the cabinets and placed dirt blocks over it.

Wine. A Satyr's fatal weakness. 

Before I headed out, I slipped back on my pants over my furry hindquarters and put on fake feet and some shoes.

Time to head out.