You were a member of the Frostbourne, a faction in the Overworld that was created to fend off Herobrine, then the armies of the Nether led by Naeus. Chaos was a prime thing in all realms. Herobrine leading a massive army of undead to devastate villages in the Overworld, Naeus rising in power in the Nether and attacking both the Overworld and the End and even waging war against the latter realm to take away the End crystals, all the way to Naeus getting revived and forcing all smaller factions of the Nether to assimilate into his own army, creating the empire.

You managed to steal an End crystal from a Wither Angel camp that was planning to use it against one of your friends, Azura, who got on their bad side after a brief confrontation. The Wither Angels were on your heels, flying with weapons in their hands to strike you down. Their leader, Kaia, gliding towards you with her scythe, her red eyes glaring daggers at you.

She crashes into you, sending you two toppling down. The End crystal was out of anybody's reach. She puts her scythe against your neck.

Prepare to die, scum.