It's a strange thing to be transported through dimensions without summoning runes. I guess I didn't really think it was possible. Yet here I am, back in the Neather. Ugh, this is the last place I want to be right now. Things were just getting interesting, and now I'm right back where I started. It's literally right where I started. I'm in the same area where I was first summoned; a large Neather brick balcony overlooking a lake of lava.

     And that's not the only similarity, either. Oh no no no, I'm also staring right at my creator. Or should I say one of my creators? Everything is dreadfully confusing these days. But I don't think I'd want it any other way. "What's up big man?", I try to joke, but my voice cracks on the last word. I seriously need to work on that. It's very inconvenient how easily I show emotion like I tend to do. Maybe I'm just rambling in my thoughts, trying to pretend that I'm stalling the inevitable. I just notice that I tend to use longer words when I'm uncomfortable. That's kinda fascinating, I wonder if-

     "Where have you been?", he says to me in an even and emotionless voice. Doesn't he know that I've been the overworld? I guess that nobody really pays attention to me unless I'm causing trouble. Time works differently here in the Neather, so did someone just realize that  I was gone? I hate myself for the part of me that's happy knowing that my Dark Lord cares for me on some level. "Oh, ya know..... I've just been around. Haven't really felt like ruining anything since your plans are coming together so well. Is there anything I can do to be a service?", I ask Herobrine. I'm ditching him at the soonest opportunity. Tasting freedom like I have really opens a demon's eyes.

     He narrows his eyes at me with my answer. I've done something wrong; I'm not groveling like a demon should after being disregarded like I have been. My skin crawls at him being so near to me. "You wouldn't mind if I looked through your memory, then, would you?", the Dark Lord sneers at me. He knows that something's up. I have to try something to keep Skybrine safe. This can't be too different from my mirrors, can it?

     "Feel free to look, flashlight", I say back. Why don't I ever think before I speak? My words are met with a solid slap to the face, made worse by the Dark Lord's super strength. Damn, I forgot how much that stings, it's even worse then his son's. Herobrine doesn't speak to me again. He instead uses his hold on me to make a mirror appear. He can only do this since he created me. It wouldn't even work outside the Neather. I can feel the Dark Lord's magic slicing into my own. But unknowing to him, I have something that stops him from taking full hold of my magic. He can't tell when my magic alters and redirects the mirror of memories. I'm the one who's practiced with this type of magic for 200 years, not him.

     I'm still crumpled on the floor from where I landed after being slapped, when images start appearing in the mirror. I'm just trying to bye some time before the Dark Lord decides to finally kill me. I want to see this. The mirror shimmers before showing a forest on the overworld. I can see the look of sudden recognition and frozen shock when Herobrine sees what my magic has pulled from his mind. It's as the first thing I could find, the strongest memory that was the easiest for me to grab without him realizing. I can't help but stare at the scene that plays out.

I'm rooted to the spot. I didn't mean to do this..... I didn't know. But it does makes sense. The Dark Lord is only frozen for about a minute, before he slams the mirror closed. His magic batters back at mine as I make a hasty  attempt to shield myself. Herobrine hauls me up by my jacket. I realize that he's taller then me when my feet are left leave the ground and I'm staring into his raging eyes. "I-I didn't mean to that, it was just the first thing I th-thought of and I guess that was bad", I nervously laugh. I can't help it, that's how I deal with negative emotions. I laugh it off. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!?", He snarls at me, throwing me onto the ground. I land on the same shoulder that Skybrine had bruised earlier, but this time the bone in my shoulder snaps. Herobrine starts walking towards me again as I'm curled up on my side.

But then I feel tugging as the Dark Lord moves to bring his foot down on the thin bones of my wings. I meet his eyes just before I'm yanked out of the realm.