Across the sky, an eagle soared. The ground beneath her was hard and yellow, cracked. A long desert, desolate and silent, stretching for miles on end. Above her, high above, was a city in the sky. The city was called the Aether, ruled by the God, Notch.
Tyler stood in front of Notch, god of Minecraftia and the Aether. He held his scythe weakly, his head bowed slightly as he panted heavily. He was wounded and bruised, glaring up at Notch weakly as his brown eyes glowed.
Notch chuckled lowly. "Look at the last Soulsucker now. So strong."
Tyler snarled and swung his scythe weakly at Notch, but Notch easily grabbed his wrist and tossed him to the side. Tyler yelped as he hit the wall, falling to the ground roughly.
Notch smirked and picked up the scythe, which had fallen to the ground as well. "Where is your team now?"
Tyler coughed up black blood, trying to stand. He was able to lift himself up off the ground a few inches before he collapsed again.
Notch slashed Tyler's scythe across his back, causing the Soulsucker to scream.
"Y-YOU BASTARD!" Tyler shrieked, pushing back tears of pain.
"Ooh, language." Notch said, stabbing him through slowly.
Tyler screamed, gritting his teeth as pain shot through him. His vision was blurring, blackness playing at the edges of his sight.
"Look at you. You're so weak." Notch hissed. "Your whole species was weak."
Tyler coughed weakly, blood sliding down from the corner of his mouth as his eyes began to close.
Then he dimly heard another voice.
"Wow, this is all a bit racist, don't you think?"
Notch turned around quickly as Tyler blacked out.
Just before he lost consciousness, he saw a flash of white, and then nothing.