Mizuka's POV
I flipped through the history book that I was currently holding. Nothing. I was going to reach for another book that rested on my stack of History and Prophecy books but suddenly Sub handed me a book, saying that he though this was useful. I gladly took it and read the cover. "Hm... Prophecies and The History of Minecraftis and The Aiether... Hm..." I muttered to myself. Ethan, Sub, Amethyst, and Preston were also helping me in finding books that explained the unnatural balance in both spiritual and magical energy that had occurred just 4 hours ago that was maybe explained through a prophecy, thus the reason of us 5 looking through my huge library to find anything.
Before anybody here asks, I, as the narrator, will explain to you about the Aitheru, Aithero, Aether, Minecraftia, and Minecraftis. Minecraftis is like Minecraftia, except for the fact that it is Minecraftia, our world, with all its technology, and the magical world. The magical world is basically a world were little to no normal people live there as well as spellcasters of all kinds. For example,
Enchantresses (They are an almost an non-existent practice and race :/)
Elemental users
Healers
Mages
Warlocks
Wizards
Witches
Sorcerers
Sorceresses
Necromancers
By 'normal people', I mean that people who cannot use magic because their life force is too weak. For spellcasters to actually do spells, they use their life force to summon items, cast spells, heal themselves and do other kinds of things. Their life force regenerates really quickly due to them using magic very often, but for the normal people or for the spellcasters who do not use magic at all/or rarely use it, like once in a blue moon, their life force regenerates very slowly. So slow to the extent that it may take a hundred years to regenerate the life force needed to fill up a normal person's body. However, the moon does turn blue in the magical world when someone important dies or when someone has the title of the strongest spellcaster. That pretty much only happens once every thirty or so years.Now, moving on to Minecraftia. It is basically our world, a little bit of the magic world, but not completely like Minecraftis, and Minecraft combined, except that they have like little to no technology there and they rely on potions, magic and bandages to heal them.
Now to the Aiether. This is the term you use when adressing all three parts of the Aiether. The seperate names of the three parts are Aether, Aithero, and Aitheru. The Aether is the top of the three layers that make up the Aiether. (You pronounce Aiether as Aye-yee-ther) The Aether is where all the gods reside. Yes. All the gods. This is also pretty much the 'Heaven' of Heaven. For heroes, heroines and people who have basically done a lot of good, or for fallen Angels who have died, they come here. However they also have a choice if they want to stay in the Aithero instead.
The Aithero is basically the equivalent of the Overworld, or our world, Earth. Minus the bad guys and the fact that you can die. Some people actually have shops there and they trade with others to live and get supplies. The one way to tell that it is the term for the Overworld is the 'o' after 'Aither'.
The Aitheru is the equivalent of the Underworld, in other words, a place wjere they punish people for their misdeeds. However, if they become better and repent for their misdeeds or show improvement, they can actually move up to the Aithero, but have a very slim chance to actually move up to the Aether. However, 16 people have actually done it and moved to the Aether.
Oh well, I would love to chat more, but I am quite paranoid of the fact that I will give away some very important things concerning the future.
Anyways, back to the story we go!
I flipped open the book and started to scan through it, my bracelet with a water droplet charm storing all of the information.
Out of the corner of my left eye I spotted a title to a passage that had caught my eye. It said, •~Prophecies of Minecraftis and the Aiether.~•
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