Hundreds of years ago there was a group of people called sorcerers. Sorcerers were magical, everyone knew that but no one knew how to kill them. They had this power- it was like none had ever experienced before. Most were either amazed or scared by it. No matter where you went, every village had that one group that hated sorcerers and wanted them dead. Some were afraid of their power, others were jealous. But most of the population was kind enough to realize that they were just humans too. If you asked someone about it today they would refer to it as the "Silent Years", a five year long war between mortals and sorcerers. It was mass chaos sorcerers dominated in the war but everyone has their breaking point. For sorcerers its when their magic runs out, they slowly and painfully die and they can't do anything about it. That's what made them lose the war, if they had unlimited power our world today would be ruled by mad sorcerers. We would live in a world of fear. As the legend goes, a sorcerer is the most feared person alive- well they were.

Now we have a bigger threat to fear: hybrids. The first to live was a 'glitch', as Herobrine liked to call the boy. Notch believed that he could cure the boy to his full potential. We know what history has to say about sorcerers. So, are hybrids going to be the disaster that tears our world apart? Deadlox is the first of his kind, and according to Herobrine and Notch, the last.

Notch knew that if Herobrine decided where Deadlox went to grow up it would be in the Nether with Herobrine. Notch couldn't let that happen. All morning they had been arguing about where to send Deadlox. Notch wanted to take him to a village, make him as human as possible and conceal the dragon side in hope of a normal life. Herobrine had other plans, he knew Deadlox's power and he wanted to use it. Neither brother wanted to give up their creation but both had different views of how to raise him.

Deadlox was seven years old when he remembered opening his eyes for the first time. To him everything was new but everything came so natural. Almost like he had been asleep for the first seven years of his life. Without realization, he sneezed; red particles flew into the air and quickly evaporated. Deadlox blinked in confusion, what had just happened? Last time he checked no particles flew out of your nose when you sneezed. The sneeze has alarmed the two brothers who were still bickering off to the corner. "Notch, he's awake." One voice said, Deadlox still couldn't see who it was although. "I see that, Herobrine." The other one snapped back. "Let's explain," the same voice said again but much calmer. Two men appeared over Deadlox, one on each side of the cradle. "Your name is Deadlox but you have another personality; his name is Enderlox. Do not worry about him, he should not be a bother to you." Deadlox nodded as he took in all of the new information. "If he ever does bother you, visit either one of us, we will always be in touch with you." The colder voice said. "Your going to go to an army base to grow up, okay Deadlox? It will be very safe." Deadlox didn't want to go into the army. He didn't know much about this world yet but he knew that he didn't like the sound of 'army base' at all. "You much tell them that you've been running for days because you lost your family to a fire. Listen closely, Deadlox you much know all of this." The calm voice was doing most of the talking which Deadlox was okay with because the other guy looked scary. "If you meet someone, they will ask you about your life. You must say that your house burned down and your father said run until you find the Sky Army base." Deadlox already had it memorized. He wanted to know about the things he felt coming out of his back and the extra sharp teeth in his mouth. "What's coming out of my back?" He asked. It was the first time he had ever heard his voice. It was gentle and scared but that was probably because he was scared. The man with the colder voice chuckled. "Don't worry about that. It's Enderlox, you can ignore it. Hopefully you'll never have to deal with him." Deadlox realized that it was the man who wasn't talking earlier. His voice was like charcoal; rough. It scared Deadlix but if the man was evil why would he be helping him? He pushed the thought aside as the two brother helped him up. When he stood up it was like his body had entered a new way of thinking. His mind had matured and Deadlox saw flashes of his memories. The brothers had created a fake backstory and memories for him. Deadlox then realized that his wings and fangs had disappeared along with the tiny claws on his hands and feet. Deadlox was taught everything he needed to know in less than an hour, the little human knew something was different but the brothers wouldn't tell him why or how, they just kept talking about this other personality; Enderlox. Finally it was time for Deadlox to leave , the older brother, who's name was Notch as Deadlox learned, held a pure white rod while the younger brother, who's name was Herobrine, held a blaze rod. They chanted in unison words that Deadlox couldn't translate because they were going too fast. The little bits and pieces that he did understand said 'protect' and 'teleport' then a set of numbers which Deadlox knew where coordinates but he did not know where to.

Within the blink of an eye Deadlox found himself in a forest biome under a tall oak tree. His clothes had changed into ripped jeans and a white t shirt with stains on it. His hair now parted to the left side and tucked behind his ear, but Deadlox did not like that and untucked it letting his hair fall next to his ear. He felt much better after taking in a breath of great air. He knew he was on his own now; this is where he adventure would begin. Although at the time his only mission in life was to live as normal as possible he knew that fate was cruel and he would have his work cut out for him. There was something deep inside of him and he wanted to know what it was, he knew what he had to do now. This was his purpose, even though he owed his life to Notch and Herobrine he didn't have the same feelings for them as he once did.