(Chisei's POV)

"I must tell you the story then Abigail." I said calmly before reciting the legend.

~legend~

During the early days of Minecraft many moons ago three brothers together created a world together. The lands the weather everything all but alas some things don't remain happy forever. The eldest and middle grew selfish and cold they were jealous with of their younger brother so they cast him to the nether the left him alone. Truly they didn't want his power to grow for years the banished all hybrids and more they did everything to keep the prophecy from being told. A day will come when three will stand fight together hand and hand. One with eyes white as snow. The other with a mark that glows. At last the one with hair dark as night she will rule the Ender race she will lead the fight. The dictators will go down silent but deadly without a sound. The strike in silence disappear a war is coming. It is near a war is coming freed at last is the fear.

I finished the story letting it sink in for Abigail wait for it...Wait for it..."WAIT SO IS IT TALKING ABOUT YOU, ME, AND MIDNIGHT?!" Abigail ranted. Ah there it is..."Yes." I said. "And we haven't much time." With that I turned and walked out.