"You are a part of this kingdom, wether or not you left it," Herobrine said carefully.

"I left it, because I wanted to see the Overworld," I said, a hint of anger ghosting my words, in a way, Erik and I were almost the same. Erik escaped the duties, and responsibilities of his kingdom.

"So why didn't you return?" He said softly.

I pressed my lips together, asking that myself. "I had found my perfect place, sure we were being hunted, starving and living in complete poverty most of the time, but we were free. Free to travel wherever we desired, free to make our own decisions, free to face the consequences of our mistakes. I became drunk on the essence of freedom, taking it for granted believing that I was entitled to it. I forgot that there was responsibilities to attend to, expectations to uphold. I forgot that nothing comes without a price,"

"So what was your price?" Herobrine said softly, each word spoken to encourage my repentance. My father enjoyed having something over someone, even if it was his own daughter.

"Time," I said shortly, "time was my price, and I was aware of it. Every week, day, hour, second was slowly ticking until my freedom ran out and now it has,"

"So you claim that your freedom is short-lived, what do you do now that it is gone?"

"Freedom is the ability to make a decision, that decision has already been made for me. We have to prepare for the prophecy of the Descendants,"

...

"You look beautiful you know," Tom said sitting on my bed as I studied myself in the mirror. My dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun, stray hairs floated around my face. I wore a midnight dress with sleeves that reached to my wrists. The skirt reached to the floor and made a soft swishing noise whenever I moved. It was made of some type of soft silky material. Tom wore a suit and dark tie. His hair was spiked and I fought an urge to keep myself from brushing a strand out of his face.

"But highly impractical, if there was, you know, an attack,"

"There probably wouldn't be an attack on Herobrine's castle, have you seen how many mobs wander the halls? I almost got eaten like eighty times in the time that it took me to get from the Throne Room to mine,"

"Your argument is highly invalid," I said, "your room and the Throne room is like on opposite sides of the Castle,"

"Yet it's never happened, no one has ever attacked Herobrine's castle. No one even knew he could enter the Nether, period. Everyone thought he just roamed the lands, a bit like Steve,"

"Your dad," I corrected, sorting through the provided shoes to find a match, "let's see, black, black, black or, I donno, black?"

"The third one,"

"Black it is," I picked a set of ballet flats that were, total surprise, black, "anyway, back to my point, your dad, you need to start referring to him as dad."

"Why? Because your making amends with yours? No offence Ev, but your dad is the bad guy, it's easier to be evil than grey. At least you won't fail expectations that way. Me? Everyone is hoping that I'll follow the same path as my father; become Notch's right hand man,"

"But this is what the prophecy is about, it's about changing the world's fate, why not change people's expectations while we're at it?"

A flicker of hope entered Tom's navy eyes, he seemed grateful for the words. He stood up, took my hand in his, "they'll be expecting us now," he whispered.

"Time to go," I said unenthusiastically.

...

Who would've guessed that Endermen make great butlers? I didn't, and I was proven wrong to what little of an opinion I formed when at the dinner table. Endermen appeared and disappeared within seconds, bowls, drinks and platters seeming to refill themselves.

I sat to Herobrine's left, who was seated at the head of the table. Tom sat on my other side, an important-looking official on his other side. A woman with leathery skin and bat like wings that gave off a purple glint sat across from me. Her cat eyes bored into my soul whenever I wasn't looking. Several times, she chugged a glass flask of a blood-looking liquid. Tom looked slightly queasy at the sight.

Dinner was served and Tom carefully picked out samples from familiar looking dishes. I did the same, soon we had a decent portion of food upon our plates. Tom was about to take his first bite when I realised what Herobrine's sly smirk was for.

"Don't eat that," I hissed, slapping the fork from his hand. It fell to the floor with a clatter, an Enderman taking care of it before I could even reach down. Herobrine looked slightly disappointed at my attention.

"Why? It's not poisoned is it?" Tom whispered back.

"Close to it," I whispered, "you eat unprotected food like that, your bound to Nether forever, to my father forever,"

"Anyway that I can not be starved and not be a slave?"

"Your father is the symbol of freedom, I wonder if it will bind you,"

"Unfortunately not," Herobrine's smooth voice caught my attention, "it would've been interesting if it did though, it would've upped the stakes and given a twist to the upcoming war,"

"A twist?" I asked, slightly disgusted that my father would consider people as pieces in a game.

"Well we know the positioning of most of them. Erik joins his he father in the good and glory etc, Tom would've been in between, torn between his best friend and his crush," A deep shade of pink spread over Tom's cheeks he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "and Evelina, any other time I would've said you would've joined the forces of the Nether. But you've changed, wether for the good or not depends on your definition of good."

My hands clenched, memories of my meeting with the Seer bubbles to the surface.

"It involves all three of you, but you will be the deciding factor, the balance,"

I would choose the darkness.

A/N: So a somewhat decent chapter in length, school will be starting/ have started soon, it's currently midnight while I'm writing so I apologise in advance for the editorial and grammar mistakes. Derp me, I made a mistake, when I meant the Aether in earlier chapters, I thought it was referring to the Nether. That's my fault, sorry.

So Eva has figured out that she's going to end up being the bad guy. What's she going to be like to Tom and Erik as the bad guy then? Will she kill them? Actually that's a good idea, I should consider it as an option in the future.