It’s been a bit of a while since you’v been in the nether. You know the place well, you have friends who live there, who hide there, and you’ve gone there for resources time and time again.

There’s cobblestone paths in between the houses, houses that are made from nether planks. A small town, warm, never silent.

You clear your throat, the people shifting and murmuring to each other, a few look near tears.

“I’m looking for a kid, should be around four? Pink hair. Red eyes.” You say, and you get nods and hurried glances in response.

“Oh thank god, finally.” Someone says, walking up to you, and freeze a bit as they wrap in a hug. You think they might be crying. Your in a bit of an awkward situation.

“Finally, someone’s here! Yes, we have it, its here, I’m so sorry we couldn’t end it ourselves, we just-” The woman takes a step back, wiping at her face, taking a moment to compose herself. “Oh, finally it’s over.”

“Is he alive?” You ask quickly, the woman nodding.

“Yes. We couldn’t do it ourselves, so we’ve been waiting.” She says, and you can’t say anything in response to that, your mouth feels dry as the realization dawns over you that this kid, the kid who has so much in his destiny, has been living in a village who has been desperately waiting for just one traveler to come over and kill the kid.

“Where is he?” You ask, and she sighs, giving you a smile before turning around.

You look with her, down the cobblestone path of the town, and he sees it, a small glimpse of pink hiding underneath a small crevice under a building, one of the villagers trying to coax him out.

He’s so small, is the only thing you can think because the kid looks like he would only reach up to your knees, and you can see a tiny hand swipe out at one of the villagers, refusing to move.