They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

This story takes place after Hard Pill to Swallow, but before Ender Wish. (As this is first written before Ender Wish's release) Everybody thought Abigail Crysteffor, the Nether Princess, was dead and gone for good. Well, she is. Or rather, was. And then there was Rain, who still mourned for Abigail. When she returns to him one day, a new threat arose. A threat much more dangerous than Herobrine or any other foe they had ever faced, even each other. The two, with some friends, new and old, must band together and stop this threat before it was too late and it engulfs all of Minecraftia. (why are you people still reading this this is so cringe i mean yeah the cover looks nice but ITS CRINGE)