Fractured Realms/The First Attack

**The First Attack** is the first story in Fractured Realms. It chronologically occurs before Be Afraid in the *Fractures* timeline and Annoying Villagers 59 in the *Annoying Villagers* timeline. As such, any character developments that occurred in those episodes are completely disregarded.

## Part 1 - The New Land

### Villager Kingdom's Perspective

"Your majesty, I have found an entire new landmass free from our influence. As such, I suggest sending a great fleet of colonists out to settle the new land."

Meraldius sighed. Most of the time, he'd get General Mondus to do the honours of army movements. If this was a new land, he needed a safe passageway.

"Your majesty, I have already found a decent city on the Villager Kingdom's northern coastline. It is already at level 10 development and need not fear player takeover. Shall I relay this information to Mondus?"

"Yes, Villager Scout. You should probably let him do the army movements - after all, if there is a new land, then the players have likely taken it over."

"Alright then, Meraldius. I shall relay the information to Mondus and the rest of the Villager Nobles."

10 minutes later...

"General Mondus! I have great news for you! A land has been discovered where the player's cruel influence is minimal, where the villagers roam free. I suggest taking the landmass for the Villager Kingdom, so that if the players a massive attack, we have a stronghold to hide in, where the Villager Kingdom can continue to live forever more!"

"Ah, Scout, you have done well. Perhaps I should get a fleet together."

The yellow-robed noble sighed.

"Mondus, you know that we do not have a strong navy. What if the players found it and took over the land? Our fleets would be devastated!"

The red-robed noble was having none of it.

"Logistician Ralden, **silence!**" He slammed his fist down onto the obsidian table, a map of the continent and the Villager Kingdom's territories displayed upon it.

"Very well, General Mondus. I shall gather up a fleet of colonists."

"Researcher Ferran, do you have any questions regarding this?"

"No, General. In fact, I believe that now is the best time to test out our newly-built navy in the field!"

4 hours later...

The fast paced communication invented by Researcher Ferran had worked its magic. 100 warships full of colonists and Settler Knights, ready to leave for the long northern journey. It would take 3 days, according to the Villager Scout. Speaking of which, he had been promoted to Settler Knight for his discovery, and was eager to begin colonisation efforts.

Little did the villagers know, but they were being watched by an invisible pair of eyes.

### Nether Horde's Perspective

"You what? You should have stopped those villagers at once!"

"But King Naeus, how could I-"

"**SILENCE!** For your foolishness, you shall be executed on the spot!"

King Porkshire stepped forward.

"But Naeus, you and I both know that it is impossible for-"

"Go join him for execution! I don't even care about you lousy piglins anymore."

That was the final straw for the hundreds of piglins watching the whole spectacle unfold. Almost immediately, they began to run up to their king, trying to help him, brutes, warriors, and hunters alike. Naeus had had enough of the piglins. All they'd done was be annoying and fail at everything! They may as well all die in lava.

The piglins knew that Naeus hated them. And then, the trust built between the piglins and the rest of the Nether Horde, carefully constructed by King Porkshire and King Glutton, shattered. Reducing to the old rivalry they'd had for millenia.

Piglin brutes killed tens of wither skeletons before falling themselves, blazes and ghasts unleashing barrages of fireballs as the new Piglin General, General Crimson, helped Porkshire run away from the chaos.

The Second Nether Civil War had begun.

## Part 2 - Villager Crusaders

### Ser Patrick's Perspective

3 days later...

When the Nether Horde left behind the Far Plains for Frostbourne to easily take just like that, Ser Patrick was as confused as everyone else. What had happened? Not only that, but several piglin corpses had been found having been affected by wither. Was the Nether in another civil war? Was the Overworld finally free from Naeus's dark intentions?

Lady Azura walked into the meeting hall. She'd managed to recover from her injuries without too much difficulty. Dame Hilda, Ser Patrick, and the Endstone Crusaders were already sitting at the table.

"Look, I get it even less than you do, Pat."

"Well, at least the Nether Horde is gone. They fought so hard for the Far Plains, only to leave it behind because of the piglins."

"Hey, maybe we can ally with them!"

Lady Stella had a point. The piglins were guaranteed to be against Naeus, and it was all too likely that once he won the civil war, Naeus would then unleash his full fury on the Frostbourne. No one wanted to see that. Especially not Kane and Ciara.

"You know what? Maybe we can try."

"I'll have to apologise to Porkshire for trying to kill him, but only if he apologises to us for causing so much damage in the Nether Horde."

"How can you be so certain that King Porkshire is still alive, Ciara?"

"Okay, Rain, you do have a point. But still, an alliance with the piglins would actually be quite beneficial for us, especially in finally defeating King Naeus."

Suddenly, a messenger from Port City ran into the room.

"Port City is under attack by, villagers? I honestly thought I'd never see the day."

"As in undead villagers?"

"No, just villagers. They're perfectly sentient, and they're calling us 'players' for some reason. Oh yeah, and they have extremely powerful armor and weapons unlike anything we've ever seen before, as well as literal polar bears with warrior training. I'd never thought that that would ever happen."

"We must amass the Frostbourne troops immediately! Endstone Crusaders, go out to the Nether and try to get an alliance with the piglins."

"I'll get the Elytra Corps up and running. We'll be needing a lot of soldiers for this fight if what you're saying is true..."

1 day later...

### Endstone Crusaders's Perspective

The first battles had been devastating. Guardian's Landing had fallen to the Villager Kingdom, and the kingdom's numbers were similar in strength to the Nether Horde. Soon, they'd reach the Far Plains. And from there, well, Rain could take a guess. At least they knew that whatever "players" were, they weren't humans, as they had already started calling humans, well, humans.

For now, humanity needed help. And according to Lady Stella and Azura, the best place to go would have to be the place they'd been at war with for ages. The Nether.

Kane and Ciara were on the lookout for any approaching Villager Knights, they'd fought some of them before but the villagers had insane fighting skills. It would be best to try not to fight them.

Stella perked up from a couple blocks away. "Found it!"

Ciara leapt down from the tree she'd climbed to get a better viewpoint. A lit Nether portal in an old Nether outpost, a couple piglin and skeleton corpses surrounding it.

"So, this is it. We're going to the Nether to hopefully find King Porkshire and extra hopefully get an alliance with the piglins."

Suddenly, Kane called out.

"Villager Knights! They've got some sort of iron golem with them."

"Great. Guess we have to fight again."

Kane hopped down from his lookout spot on the tree. It was time to fight.

The golem charged forward with a loud roar, sending its twin diamond axes crashing down towards Ciara. Ciara effortlessly dodged the attack, using her karambits to deal some damage to the golem. Then the knights arrived, using their grappling fishing rods to gain an insane mobility advantage. "Berserker Golem! Destroy those puny humans!"

Rain got out his Ender Greatsword, managing to slam it into a villager knight at full force, instantly killing him. The other knight attempted to take advantage of Rain's struggle to lift up his own weapon but found himself being burned alive by Stella using her pyromancy.

Kane landed several hits on one of the other knights, only for the burning knight to set off a black firework before finally collapsing. This couldn't be good.

13 villager knights, 6 polar bears with diamond greatswords, and 3 of the Berserker Golems they had now learnt about charged into the forest, and they quickly realised that there was no way they could defeat that many opponents at once.

Suddenly, Rain heard a strange voice.

"You've done so well so far. Now, allow me to save your lives!"

Suddenly, a bright magenta portal appeared out of nowhere, a floating upside-down being coming out of the portal with tesseracts appearing around him.

"What kind of player are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm just a concerned individual. Nothing more, nothing less!"

Suddenly, the tesseracts flew right at the knights and golems, creating massive explosions. The Endstone Crusaders were flung into what appeared to be some sort of protective cage of pure energy, as villager knights, golems, and polar bears alike were flung around and blown to pieces like crazy.

A single surviving knight ran off, intending to tell Mondus about the emergence of a powerful player in the new continent.

Stella suddenly remembered an old book titled "The Creators" she had read while in the Coven.

"Wait, are you Lord Dinnerbone, the God of Magic and Chaos?"

"Why, that is correct young one! I am indeed among the Creators of this world, those who wish to uphold the balance of the three dimensions. I can tell you right now that you are right in your predictions about the piglins, and that they are seeking assistance from like-minded factions far south of here."

"Like-minded factions? Does that mean they'll ally with the Frostbourne?"

"I suppose so. However, I do not wish to remain here any longer. Just know that I will always be watching your progress! Good luck out there, Endstone Crusaders. A new adventure is dawning."

Dinnerbone promptly went back into his dimension through the portal.

"Wait, a god? Like the gods that the Ender Watchers believe in?"

"Yep! Dinnerbone is among the five most powerful Creators, although I can't quite remember the fourth and fifth most powerful. Indeed, he is the second most powerful of the creators, and often likes to call himself an "observer", or a "concerned individual". All the Creators have a bit of a catchphrase, and Dinnerbone's is "Nothing more, nothing less."."

"So, we have literally been saved by an actual god."

"Well, you know what he was saying about the piglins, Let's head into the Nether and try to get that Alliance in!"

Some time later, in the Piglin Bastion, the four respectfully bowed down to King Porkshire. Teuso, the Nether Prince, was looking extremely bored after just coming in.

"Oh, Porkshire! I see you're allowing humans to enter the United Piglin Forces?"

"Oh, for goodness sake! You're just as human as they are!"

"Huh, who's this Netherkin fellow?"

"Oh, this is Prince Teuso. He isn't fully Netherkin, I was able to at least partially cure him of those effects. Although, he's been a Netherkin for so long now that he's kind of really struggling to cope with the fact that he is now just as human as you are."

"Wait, you can partially cure Netherkin?"

"Certainly. Just know that the United Piglin Forces will stand by the Frostbourne's side to the end, and that we are more than willing to grant them shelter. After all, we've also been supporting the Ender Resistance by protecting Warped Forests from Naeus's forces."

"Anyways, I hope you accept my apology about the whole trying to kill you and killing many piglins and stealing from piglins thing."

"Don't worry, Ciara. Times are changing, and as such we will all have to change at some point."

The Endstone Crusaders walked away, feeling like they'd done well.

## Part 3 - Evacuation

12 days later...

The Nether portals led directly to a bastion remnant far from the influence of the Nether Horde, with a nearby nether fortress that would allow the Endstone Crusaders and Elytra Corps to attempt counterattacks on the Villager Kingdom.

When the Far Plains had been taken over, Porkshire himself arrived just outside Dreadfort with Prince Teuso, announcing that the United Piglin Forces would provide shelter for the Frostbourne and Netherbane.

The evacuation had taken a lot of effort, but after 12 days, the Frostbourne and Netherbane were finally all in the Nether.

The irony of a faction against the Nether's influence being situated within the Nether was easy to laugh at, and for the first time piglins and humans were on the same terms. Soon, Frostbourne soldiers and the Elytra Corps would be charging into battle against the Nether Horde.

Meanwhile, Mondus was in the meeting room of the Villager Nobles.

"So, the Creators are finally bothering to show themselves. I suppose it was only a matter of time."

"General Mondus, I suggest that we bring the armies used in the conquest of the Northern Continent to battle against the Resistance player tribe."

"An excellent idea, Ralden."

"Clearly, our navy has shown great superiority. I, Researcher Ferran, therefore declare that we should begin searching for other landmasses!"

"Ah, yes, that would be an excellent idea. Perhaps we may find more as-yet undiscovered lands."

"I'll allow you to undergo missions to the east of our great continent, in the hopes of perhaps finding an Eastern Continent. There may also be a North-Eastern Continent, so sent out some ships from the Northern Continent to find out if that exists. Once you find them, destroy all the humans there. Soon, soon we shall rule the entire Overworld!"

## Epilogue - Creator's Call

Abigail opened her eyes. She was in a strange land, apparently levitating in the sky. And yet she was on solid ground...

She felt a presence next to her, and turned around to find the End Matriarch Ceris. So she died too, probably to the Nether Horde.

This was afterlife, wasn't it.

"So, we finally meet, Ceris. I had heard a lot about you while I was the Nether Princess. Don't worry, I'm not going to go near the Nether Horde ever again."

"So, guess we both have the same hatred for the Nether Horde, even with your history in mind. Naeus cremated your body to absorb the Nether Star, and he used its power to defeat me. Later on, he executed me in front of the remaining endermen. I wonder where Eddie went..."

"Eddie?"

"A nice enderman I'd met before the Fall of the End. He had a lot more Ender Energy than even me! I think he could theoretically undergo interdimensional teleportation easily..."

"Mind you, the Herobrine you may know is not the True Herobrine. The True Herobrine is a Creator, one of the five most powerful beings in this world, all godlike in power. He's the fourth most powerful. Although, I don't even think the Herobrine you know, Undead Herobrine, was even a vessel of the True Herobrine. Sure, he may have had power over the undead, but Herobrine Vessels have unnatural strength, agility, and can also manipulate obsidian."

Suddenly, two old-appearing beings appeared before the two.

"Oh, those are Lord Notch and Lord Jeb, the first and third most powerful Creators respectively. Notch is the God of Creation, Jeb is the God of Philosophy."

Lord Notch then spoke.

"I have gathered you both here in this world for something extremely important, and stuff."

"Lord Notch, why do you even think this will help in the balance of the world, this goes against my code!"

"So, Lord Jeb? You and I both know that I am the most powerful of the Creators, you know? And Queen Ceris here knows of that too."

Suddenly, really shiny black sunglasses appeared on Notch's face.

"And stuff."

"Oh for goodness sake Notch!"

Jeb sighed.

"I hate to do this, I really do. But the balance of the world depends on what I'm about to do."

Meanwhile...

King Naeus was in shock. Not only were the piglins at war, they were apparently providing shelter for the Frostbourne and Netherbane, which had apparently been driven out by a large faction of villagers.

General Kralos walked up to his king. It was time to discuss strategies on how to defeat the United Piglin Forces. They were already beginning to work towards alliance with a faction in the Southern Continent, known only as "The Alliance". Apparently, there was a humanoid race called "players" that laughed in the face of death, and they were in this "Alliance" of sorts with villagers and other mobs.

Meanwhile...

A Warden suddenly teleported into a Creator's realm. Here, the entire world was filled with an intense red. The Warden's stomach, a strange portal, suddenly released a humanoid figure, with a cloak and hood hiding away his otherwise generic clothing.

Another being, the Creator of this realm, was standing there. He had glowing white eyes.

"Get up, Swordsbrine."

"Blue Demon, Ilios, they have grown too strong. Lord Dinnerbone's scheme is quickly turning against us. What am I to do, master?"

"You are among my greatest creations, Swordsbrine. You should rest and heal. As for the battles at hand, I shall send in your brother, Reaperbrine, to attempt to quell the situation. His ability to summon Ender Dragons has yet to fail us, after all."

Lord Herobrine sighed. His creations, the beings he had made out of desperation, were still not strong enough for Lord Dinnerbone. The god of magic and chaos could easily defeat the god of possession and guidance.

He guessed this was what had to be done. Reaperbrine would have to keep Blue Demon busy while Swordsbrine, his most prized son, recovered from his wounds.

"You should leave now, Sculia. I shall call you again when Swordsbrine is healed."

Sculia teleported out in a flash of bright blue energy.

Meanwhile...

Steve had fought valiantly, but it wasn't enough. Angry Steve began to walk back towards the portal.

Only Sad Steve had survived the massacre, but that was because he was far too reluctant to fight with Angry Steve.

Lord Entity the god of clones and the mind, stood before Steve. He instantly knew that something was up.

"Send me back, Lord Entity. I'm ready."

"You are a fool to challenge me, especially here. You may not have noticed yet, but in case you didn't realise..."

"You are standing within **my domain!**"