Ianite
The goddess sat her table, slowly looking through a scrapbook she had made so long ago. It seemed like years since she last saw her lover. It had only been a year however. It was the first anniversary since losing Jordan, exactly one year since she lost the man she cared so much about. She knew she would lose him one day, but she didn't want to lose him so soon.
She turned a page in her book and teared up as she saw a wedding photo. The two were laughing at their cake smeared faces. She studied the man's face. Icing was covering his stubble of a beard and nose. His hair still managed to have that perfect floof just swooping up, somehow nothing in his jet black hair. His eyes were sparkling blue with his laugh. The crinkle that formed around them, so familiar to her yet so different. It had been so long since she heard his laugh. So long since she heard his voice.
She closed the book and grabbed it off the table, setting it back on her bookshelf. She looked up as tears rolled down her cheeks. She just wanted closure on what happened to him. She looked on the top shelf hoping that his glasses, broken and fragile, would provide something, but they only provided more heartbreak.
While searching the path to the end portal from the lab, Mianite had found them. They were a few miles from the path. It was all they found of him, not even a wallet. She quietly prayed that he was still alive somewhere. She knew it was pointless though. He wasn't anywhere, and she knew it in her heart.
Mianite
Mianite worried for his sister. She began to grow bitter and hateful. He knew losing Sparklez was hurting her and he tried everything he could to help, but it was of no use. She still grew more and more worrisome. She began questioning all those that entered The End. She even went to lengths of getting the pirates that followed her to question the citizens of Ianarea. He truly worried when she would punish those that didn't have information or say that they would look for information. This was when he knew he had to do something.
He began working on a Sparklez clone per say. It would look just like Jordan, even have the same memories. The clone would hopefully put her mind at ease, he was still uncertain if it would though. Even with his doubts however, he still set to work.
It took months, but he finally had finished the clone. One night, he quietly snuck into her house and took an outfit of his for the clone. He dressed it up and put a pair of glasses on him. They were purple instead of red however. He looked for quite some time but there wasn't a pair left in the realm that were red. As the god looked over his creation, he sighed "I hope it's enough" he wondered out loud.
He walked with the clone, feeling somehow awkward with it. It looked like his brother in law, but it didn't feel it. As he arrived at the door of his sister quaint little cottage in the end, he noticed her flowers were wilted and that the enderman stayed away. He feared his sister had gotten worse. He feared she had taken more measures to find her husband.
His thoughts were interrupted when the goddess few open the door and had a huge smile on her face, seeing the clone. "Sparklez, Jordan? Is that really you?" She had tears brimming her eyes. It hurt Mianite to tell her it was a clone, but he had to tell her. "Ianite, this is Sparky. I made him...he's a clone. I couldn't find Jordan so I thought if I made you one it could help." Her face dropped the more the god talked, a tear fell down her cheek and she quickly wiped with her thumb. "It isn't him" her voice breaking as she spoke. "No, I'm sorry. He's gone Ianite."
She looked over to 'Sparky' and asked "When did we get married?" Sparky's face suddenly lit up in a weird way, not a face she had ever seen Jordan's. "We got married on November 14, we've been married for ten years" he replied, his voice very deep monotone and more like Dianite's than her Sparklez.
She destroyed the clone without hesitation, breaking it into pieces. There was a hardly a recognizable body part, much less a face left after a she finally stopped. She was mad, no she was furious. Mianite knew she would be, he questioned why he thought that would be a good idea. She slammed the door in his face and he heard her sob behind the door. He wanted to comfort her, but he knew that would be a bad idea. He caused her more pain, he didn't need to bug her.
Little did he know it would be quite a while before he would see his sister again.
