The flame boy's pov
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I walk to see EnderBlaze talking with a hybrid woman. CoolGirl jumped on my back and declared me as her personal piggyback rider.
"Ride piggeh!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes and did a backflip to get her off of me. When she did she pouted. I smirked and held out my hand to her. "Okay so, tomorrow we can register you here if that's okay?" Ender asked as she walked to us.
"Sure." I replied. I noticed that EnderBlaze was a hybrid of a hybrid. She appeared human but clearly contained ender and blaze qualities. I was quick to notice my face heating in a blush.
I pulled my hood over more so I can hide it. "So do you have any memories here?" She asked. That snapped my blush away.
Hm.... I did remember something! "A patch of roses that are in the pattern of a sword." I said. Ender looked in thought for a moment. "Aunt Maggy?" CoolGirl asked.
"How long were you in the nether?" Ender asked. "19 years." I replied. "Okay, so it is possible." Ender said to CoolGirl.
"Time in the nether is faster than time up here. So a year nether time is about 3-4 years our time." Ender explained.
I nodded. We walked to this 'Aunt Maggy's' house. Ender pointed at an obsidian house.
"That's my house. So I live right across from Aunt Maggy." She said. I turned to the old wooden house. The red flower patch was the only thing that seemed to stay prim and was beautifully kept.
I knocked softly on the door. A old woman opened the door slightly. "What do you want?" She asked annoyed. "Excuse me. I remember your house but I don't know why. Can you explain?" I asked.
She looked me up and down. I took off my hood. She look almost brought to tears. "J-James?!" She exclaimed. I gave a look of confusion at my new name.
She wrapped her frail arms around me in a tight hug. EnderBlaze smiled but something seemed to make her sad about it too. I don't know what though.
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