Amos was walking through the forest, his mind on the task he had been set. However quite suddenly he heard loud noises behind himself. He drew his sword prepared to attack but was caught off guard by his follower.
"Ilo?" He asked, he caught her in his arms easily, "what are you doing here?"
She whispered lightly in his ear, "I need you to come with me."
Amos didn't feel the need to contradict her. This felt suddenly so much more important then what he had been doing before. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her.
Ilo felt a sense of dread and confusion. She knew she had to do what she was about to do, and wished she felt like she could do it easily.
She reached the shrine that she needed and gently tapped it.
She was enveloped in sparks as her and Amos were transported.
Now they were in a beautiful and terrible fortress. She lead Amos through the halls, quietly whispering to him to keep him from asking questions or resisting her. Finally she found what she was looking for, she hadn't been here in a long time, not since she had been young.
"Is that you Ilo? Have you brought it?" The voice called out. It was deep and on the surface friendly, but Ilo knew better then to trust it.
"I have," she called back and taking a breath walked into the room.
There was already another boy and girl waiting there. The girl bristled at Ilo's appearance. The boy on the other hand got an easy smile, which Ilodeena did not return.
"At ease," the voice told the girl.
"But she's a traitor!" the girl replied. "She's been living with Minea's children."
"She has been doing so on my request," the voice replied.
Slowly the girl backed off of her.
"You have done well Ilo, my daughter, the first piece of what I need is now in my reaches. Bring forward the fighter to me."
Ilo took his hand more firmly, "walk forward my love." She told him under her breath. She was maxing out her magic on him now.
He drifted lazily beside her in an utter uncaring way.
"Stop," the voice said. "Can you release him here."
Ilo let go of his arm, keeping her magic focused on him she drifted to the side.
"Hello my beautiful little sister," the boy said, "did you miss me?"
She sniffed.
"Just the same as always I see," he said, "you look stunning though."
She wasn't using her magic on him, he was quite frankly always like this.
He continued, "I don't know why you cling to your pet husband in such a way, together you and I I think would be a much better match. Don't you think?" He leaned toward her slightly.
She looked at him, "despise is to light a feeling to put to you Xeo."
"Touchee," he said with fake hurt, he gave her a wink.
She took a step away from him.
"He is perfect, you have done well Ilo, he is one of the three I need. The fighter, the healer and the sorcerous. Arguably his is the easiest, I need very little from him. The healer will be harder, but easily enough controlled, I leave that to you Xeo. The sorcerous will be the hardest I've foreseen."
"Send me, I'll take one of her lot," the girl said eagerly.
"I have thought of it, but none are desirable, after all the youngest is well guarded and the others, difficult. We wouldn't want to tip them off to my rising. I have a plan for her. But now, Ilo if you would do the honours, I need a vial of his blood."
Ilo was shaking slightly as she walked back to him. She whispered her request in his ear and quite willing he took out his sword and drew it across his hand.
"It was almost to easy."
She held the vial to his hand and collected the blood while stroking his face with her other. Xeo rolled his eyes at her actions.
Once she had enough she took it and handed it to the girl before returning to the side of her husband.
"Not quite so fast my daughter, I need you for something else, you are to take a message from me to the healer. You can leave him here. He will be safe enough."
"Of courser father," she replied quietly.
"I think Xeo it is time, you will go back to the overworld with her."
Xeo grinned.
"Soon I will once again rule." The voice cackled, "Craftus, ender dragon and King of Minecraft."