The Prophecy

           The skeleton of darkness shall rise,

                With death he shall bring,

                 The Great Nether King shall ascend his true form,

                 The essence emanated by him will open the portals,

                 Coming with the Enders,

                 The Undead being attacked by the Nether,

                 Shall bring the wrath of them,

                  Attacking with Him, 

                  The Horrors,

                  And the Warlords,

                  The fall of a major of human countries,

                  All hope lies on the Enders and Frostbournes

                  If the war truly ends,

                 It is just a warm up,

                 The true war will be led by the last witch,

                               RISE OR FALL!

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                    Prologue

 

       The king of the undead, Herobrine strolled across the cavern with his daughter, Void. “So, the foolish Naeus has waged war against the humans?”  Herobrine questioned. “Yes, Father,” Void replied, her eyes glowing with a magnitude of colors. Yellow, green, purple and so on.

 “How pathetic,” Herobrine growled, “Once the humans are united together, they will be defeated once again, unless…” He did not wanted to say it. During the Great War, it was all because of this single entity that they had lost many warriors, Zombie-Skeleton towns, and many others. Sighing, Herobrine continued, “Unless, The Entity is not dead.

 

“But…But that is impossible, he was killed by you. It is almost impossible that The Great Nether King is still alive,” Void said. “I wished that what you have said is true. But he is immortal like you and me, it is likely that he has regained a subconscious part of himself during the past five hundred years, and now he is restored with a Nether Star and is currently possessing an unknown body. It is only a matter of time before he ascends his true body,” Herobrine explained.