The Mark Of the Nether (A Minecraft fanfiction)

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Piper's POV:

The Mark of the Nether

I shivered.

"Ghastly, what's this?" My voice echoed throughout the tunnels. No reply. "Ghastly?" Nothing. He left. Of course he did, ugh..  "*sigh* Might as well start reading." I dropped to the ground and crossed my legs with my back leaning against the wall.

The Mark of the Nether, an ancient pendant made from a special Nether star. It is said that this nether star was from the original wither, the one that was defeated by Steve eons ago. It was powerful. As the story goes, Steve agreed to give it to Herobrine because it was killed in his domain. They say whoever holds the Nether star will have the power to open Nether portals for a short period of time. However, it is believed that the person who has power's that match that of the nether star can unlock this power, but for an unlimited amount of time, along with complete control of one of the most dangerous elements. Fire.

"Huh." I stopped.

"You okay?" A voice rang out. I jumped and slammed the book shut.

"What the-" I stopped. Merlin. It's always Merlin. "Uh, heh, Merl. What're you doing here?"

"Well I teleported back, talked to Quinn to see how your friends took the news- which was pretty well actually- and then realized that I poofed you down here and you have no idea how to get out of the catacombs. Say, whatcha reading?"

"Oh, nothing." I shook my head and stood up.

"Nothing? Aw come on, you can tell me. Is it a secret? I'm good with secrets! Like the time I caught Eli sleeping with his 'blanky' from when he was two last week. I never told ANYbody about tha-wait a minute." He paused, then smiled sheepishly. "Uh..Heh, heh...Whoops. I wasn't s'posed ta' say that." He looked down. I sighed and rolled my eyes. All jokes aside, I knew Merlin could keep his mouth shut if it were something serious. Which is why I decided to do this;

"Hey, Merl?"

"Yeah, Pipe?" Merl turned to me. I bit my lip, figuring how I was going to say what I was thinking. I needed to choose my words carefully.

"D-Do you think that if someone looks, or has something, that the world sees as 'bad' or 'different'," I made quote marks in the air. "Then, does that make them bad- or u-uh a-a bad p-person?" I fiddled with hem of my hoodie, hoping that he wouldn't say what I thought he would.

"What? No way!" He shook his head. "That there, is discrimination." Merl said all matter-of-factly.

"Wha-No! No. I'm talking about that I-" I sighed. "Ah forget."

"Well, y'know what they say. You shouldn't judge a potion by it's label." Merlin added.

"Huh?"

"The old saying." I still looked lost. "My dad taught me it. Just because the label on the potion says 'Potion of healing', doesn't mean it'll definitely heal you. It could be Eli playing a trick so that you use a potion that ends up turning you into a donkey! Or, something like that." Merlin shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

"Soo, you wanna lift back up to the castle?" He asked. I got to my feet and nodded.

"Yeah."