Crafter began to look through the books as Hunter went through the library to make sure there wasn't any danger; there wasn't. In a matter of minutes, Stitcher, Hunter, Crafter, and Gameknight were all looking through the library for anything that could help.

Gameknight knew Herobrine was dead; all the villagers said they could feel that he was gone. But the strangest thing was that Gameknight could feel it too, even though he never had been able to before.

Gameknight ran his fingers over the covers of the age old books on the walls. Quite a few of the stories looked ready ally interesting and probably had lots of cool information, but ever since realizing that there was a time limit, Gameknight had tried to purely focus on the task at hand: finding information that could help. Although, his mind did wonder while looking...

I wonder how this room came to be. Gameknight thought. From what he could tell, nobody in the village knew it existed. So how had it gotten there? Something Crafter had once said rang through his head; something about how Minecraft only lets things be seen when they are ment to be seen. What did that have to do with him getting sick like this?

"Here!" Stitcher yelled, causing everyone in the library to run over to her. She was tapping the cover of a book that was probably the oldest book in the mysterious room.

"I was flipping through this," she started, "and I noticed it had a lot of information about potions, most of which I've never even heard of!" Stitcher said excitedly. Crafter took the book from her hands and flipped through it.

"How strange; I've seen only a few of these myself!" Crafter said as he flipped through the pages, his eyes getting wider the more he read. "I don't see how any of these would be useful though-" Crafter fell silent as he opened a page and a piece of paper slid out onto the floor. Gameknight bent down to pick it up only to have Hunter beat him too it and snatch it up with a smile.

"It says," Hunter read, "that the final revenge of the intruder will affect the people of both worlds and that multiple forces will need to work become allies and blah blah blah." Hunter remarked. Stitcher punched her sister in the arm.

"Ow! Ok fine; it goes on for a while talking about the revenge of Herobrine and how he would try to destroy all villages and-"

"Would have been nice to know that before it happened." Gameknight grumbled. Hunter ignored him.

"And then there's a couple lines that rhyme or something  at the bottom." Hunter said, handing the paper to Gameknight. Gameknight took the old paper and read it to himself.

A/N: I know the prophecy sucks, but deal with it!

The first revenge would kill the living,
The second would singe the breathing woods,
The third would cause the final crash.
The final plan will be for the User,
Like a poisoned plant it grows,
Until what's left are 1's and 0's.

Gameknight froze as he stared at the words, going pale as he read. How had the writer predicted the revenge of Herobrine? How they predicted all of it?

"Uh, Gameknight?" Crafter asked. Gameknight handed him to paper and took a breath, shivering as he did so. Hunter, who had already read it, put a comforting hand on his shoulder and have a quick squeeze for support before turing back to Crafter as he finished reading.

"What's on that page?" Hunter asked, taking the book to look at it. Gameknight leaned in as well but he was distracted by what the prophecy had said to focus much. Was the poisoned plant that grows refer to an invasive plant that he was thinking of earlier? What did it mean by 1's and 0's? Gameknight guessed that the first three lines were referring to the original revenge sequences that Herobrine had set before he was deleted, when the evil virus had tried to pour lava on the villages, burn the Overworld with the blaze army, and try to crash the server.

"It's a potion; another one of those ones I've never seen." Crafter said, going pale as he handed the paper to Stitcher. Gameknight ignored him as he thought for a while longer.

"It doesn't show how to make it; were going to need to ask someone who knows there way around potions." Hunter said, tearing the page out of the book. She glanced around the library with a suspicious stare. "I don't trust this place. Let's go."

As they turned and walked out of the corridor, Gameknight could feel a set of eyes watching him. Turning, he looked around the library but no one was there, and yet he could sense someone there. Something about the presence felt familiar and unnatural. A laughed echoed in Gameknight's ears and he quickly slipped out of the room.

"Did you hear that?" Gameknight asked his friends as they walked away from the room. Hunter looked at him in confusion while Crafter frowned.

"What?" Crafter asked.

"Nothing; probably just my imagination playing tricks on me." Gameknight said, although he didn't really believe that. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something.

Stitcher moved ahead of the group and farther away from that room. "There's something in there; I don't like it. I also know who we can do to get t help with the potion." She said, casting the door a wary glance.

"Who?" Hunter asked, tapping her foot against the floor. Stitcher looked back at the room one more time before answering.

"The same person that helped us last time," Stitcher said with a smile. "Morgana the witch."

...

A/N: For anyone that doesn't know, Morgana is a witch that moved into the village in the old original book series; not going to say anymore than that.

...

Gameknight climbed the steps of the library and waiting for his friends. The sun was beginning to set and reds and oranges filled the sky, making it a beautiful scene for anyone watching.

Hunter, Crafter, and Stitcher emerged from the tunnel and Gameknight placed the book b a c'mon on the shelf and watched the tunnel close. It was cool that someone had done the Redstone for that, but who? Gameknight sighed at realizing he probably wouldn't find out and chased after his friends who were running toward the south side of the village, where the brewery was.

Gameknight slowed halfway there and munched on a piece of steak to fill his hunger bar when he saw a shadow slip by. Spinning around, Gameknight saw a cloak slip behind a tree with a glow illuminating from somewhere. Running to the tree, Gameknight looked for the identity of the person but found no one there; had he imagined it?

"Gameknight! Stop being an idiot and come on!" Hunter yelled from a ways away. Giving up his search, Gameknight turned and ran after his friends, leaving the darkness behind.

Hunter greeted him at the door. "Took you long enough; what were you doing? Talking to the trees?" Hunter said playfully, punching him in the shoulder. Gameknight just gave her a quick smile and moving to the door to go inside.

Immediately aromas of all kinds assaulted Gameknight's senses as he closed the door behind him and Hunter. Crafter and Stitcher were already at the center of the room, speaking with Morgana. She looked kind of like a villager with her bulbous nose, buts where the similarities seemed to end. She had an emerald at the center of her hat and a large mole on her nose that seemed to move for some reason. Her skin was pale from ok living in the swamps and her smock had several stains on it from brewing potions.

"Well? You have a potion you were wondering about?" The witch asked Hunter. Hunt e r nodded and pulled out the paper and handed it to the witch. The witch unfolded it and scanned the page with a frown.

"I haven't seen this potion since- well it doesn't matter, but it is extremely difficult to make." Morgana said, putting the paper down.

"It's Gameknight's only hope right now; we'll do that ever it takes." Hunter replied, daring the witch to refuse. The witch sighed.

"I don't have any of the materials needed make it; it takes a list of materials that can be difficult to get, especially the main ingredient." Morgana said with a frown.

"What are the ingredients?" Stitcher asked her. The witch sighed again.

"You will need the essence of grass, a single blaze rod dipped in the hottest lava and..." the witch paused.

"That doesn't sound like a lot of items." Hunter said with a smile. Th witch looked at the floor.

"There are two more items." The witch said sadly. "The gem of a witch's hat and..." a pause.

"Will you please stop stalling and tell us the last ingredient?" Hunter pleaded. Gameknight could tell she was already annoyed. The witch looked Gameknight straight in the eye and said the last ingredient.

"The nether star." She said and let the silence bathe the room.