Chapter 5

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Evita's POV

I sat there in a ball and didn't pay a single ounce of attention to the world around me... that was my mistake.

"Well, well, well." A voice said, "What do we have here?" My breath caught in my throat before I heard something else. The comforting sound of the End, the sound of endermen.

"Weren't you banished?" A new person demanded angrily. The voice was accompanied by the sound of the End which alerted me that is was the enderman I had heard that was speaking. I peeked through my arms and saw a sight that made me want to scream. Dianite.

"The enderman is right, Dianite." Mianite announced, flying down from the heavens.

"Mianite." Dianite growled, his voice was deep and radiated danger.

"Leave, Dianite!" Mianite ordered. Dianite smirked and whispered something I couldn't quite make out before he disappeared in a small explosion of red, fiery smoke.

"Are you alright?" The enderman asked. I lifted my head from my hands and nodded.

"Yes." I quavered, still scared of Dianite even though I knew he was gone.

"Do you know why he was here?" Mianite inquired, bending down so his eyes met mine.

"No." I answered, with a shake of my head. Mianite stood up and started to mutter to himself.

"Lord Mianite." The enderman said, "What shall we do?"

"It depends... he can't know." Mianite muttered. I read between the lines and realized that he was talking about me, that he can't know about me.

"Of course not." The enderman agreed.

"I have an idea." I interrupted, standing up. The enderman and Mianite both turned to look at me.

"What is it?" Mianite asked, his voice soft.

"What if you used magic to keep him in the Nether." I suggested, voicing my idea.

"That, my dear, is easier said than done." Mianite debated, shooting down my idea.

"Is it possible?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Than you have to." I insisted, "You said yourself that you weren't going to lose me and you won't, but you are going to have to do it."

"You're right." Mianite agreed. He performed the magic before disappearing. The enderman bowed and teleported away. I looked around and saw that up on a nearby hill stood Jordan, he was staring with his mouth wide open. I ran over and Jordan seemed to get a sense of himself.

"What?" He asked quietly, more of a quest of what had just happened then to why I was talking to him.

"How much did you see?" I asked after taking a deep breath.

"Enough." He replied, "Where are you from, Evita?"

"The..." I said, but I couldn't say the word. "The..."

"The what?" Jordan demanded, staring into my grey eyes. I stared back into his own eyes, even though I knew very well that this would only make it harder for me to tell him.

"The End." I informed before running, my injured arm bouncing slightly against my chest. I ran all the way to the priest's house. I used my good hand to knock frantically on the door, He opened the door.

"Hel-" He started but I cut him off.

"Where is Mianite?" I inquired. He looked at me strangely before answering.

"Making sure Dianite stays in the Nether." He replied.

"Thanks!" I said before running off again. I made sure no one was looking before I ran into the path that would lead me to the End portal. I quickly ran through and when I got there I sat down.

"Welcome back, Evita." an enderman greeted, walking past me. I gave the enderman a small wave. An older enderman came up to be and looked at me sternly.

"Aren't you supposed to be safe with Mianite?" She asked, her voice as stern as her look.

"Hello to you too, Ahhar ." I said sarcastically, moving from my sitting position to one where I lay down and looked at the endless abyss above me.

"She is right though." Another enderman put in.

"Thank you, Bezan." the first enderman thanked.

"I just came here to clear my head." I told them, not even looking away from the black abyss to talk to them. Eventually they left me alone. My phone rang and I saw that it was Tom. My finger hovered over the answer button but I restrained myself. I put the device down on the end stone and continued to stare into the abyss.

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