Hello peepsles! This is Angel from Angelpie2000, and this is one of my first fanfics! I hope you guys enjoy this! Since this is me writing this, you can expect long words, depressing shit, and lots of conveniently timed interruptions that save me from writing too much boring detail! Don't be afraid to let me know all your thoughts on this. A couple of notes on the story, though: First off, even though this is a TC story, it is not really funny, and quite frankly, it can be downright dark and depressing at times, so if you mind that, stop reading now and be on your merry little way. I won't be too offended. The whole prologue takes place three years before the main story. The story is set in Minecraft. I know Seto got kicked out of Team Crafted, but in my world, that never happened. I'm also sorry if any of the characters seem OOC, but I didn't do a huge amount of stalking (*cough*cough*Cat*cough*cough*) just for the sake of portraying the youtubers accurately, and also, in the story, they have been affected by some very traumatic events which might cause their personalities to change. It just so happens that this is MY fanfic. So there. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know in the reviews! ON TO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: If you think I own anything besides my own OCs and my plot, then you, my friend, are mistaken. Please don't sue me.

Prologue

~All things material must come to an end; it is only the waiting that is hard~

? POV

The twins ran through the forest. One girl had black hair, and the other had silver hair. They were young, about thirteen years old, and they were scared. Fires raged behind them as they left their family and their home behind them. The one with black hair slowed to a stop as they reached a clearing. The one with silver hair turned to look at her sister. "C'mon, Lexia! We've gotta get out of here!" called the one with the silver hair.

"I've got to rest," panted the one named Lexia.

"We don't have time!" cried the other, "They'll be here any second."

A tall shadow appeared behind Lexia, backlit against the flaming night sky. "Look out!" yelled the one with silver hair. It was too late. The shadowy figure, now recognizable as an enderman, grabbed Lexia by her arm. She punched and kicked at it, but to no avail. "Help me, Shadin!" she screamed to her sister. Shadin knew it would be no use. She had lost her sword in the earlier battle. With tears in her eyes and shame in her heart, Shadin turned and sprinted away from her still-crying sister.

I woke up screaming from my nightmare. It was the same one that plagued me every night. I didn't need to relive that memory every time I slept. My mind just hates me, I guess. It had been three years since I came here. Where, you ask? The End. Yes, I am Lexia, as in the Lexia from that dream, and I hated this place with every fiber of my being.

Three years of slavery. Three years of monotony. Three years in that place, and I was about to go insane. Every day was the same: wake up, wait to be taken by the endermen to the mine they had going, work all day punching at endstone, looking for purple gems, go back to the cells, eat the slop I'm given, sleep. There were other prisoners, but they tended to avoid me, probably in part because of my slightly pointed ears and my eyes. My right eye was dark blue, and my left eye was split between silver and red. That came from an accident with magic when I was really young. Not that it mattered anymore. Not here, in this place full of stupid, cruel people. No one had ever spoken a word to me in that place, although they certainly did talk about me behind my back, calling me things like "Demonspawn" or "Monster Girl." They all stayed in their own little cliques, the adults with adults, girly girls with girly girls, etc. They were all jerks. Not one person ever payed attention to me except to make an effort to avoid me or to watch as I was beaten publicly by the endermen as an example to all of them. No one, that is, until that one fateful day.

I remember the day clearly: it was a dark morning, as it always was, since there is no sun in the End. I had been woken up by the Endermen at some ungodly hour, as usual. As the other prisoners and I were being led out to the cold, menacing mines, another new prisoner was being led to the group. Having a new member of our group of around three hundred slaves wasn't unusual, but this one was different. Normally, the newly captured person was breaking down and weeping by this point, (heaven knows I did) but this boy was silently standing there with his fists clenched and rage in his eyes. There was a whole squad of Endermen surrounding him, instead of the usual two. He had long brown hair that covered one of his maroon eyes. He was wearing the standard prisoner garb: an ill-fitting white t-shirt with gray pants, same as the rest of us. I think the clothes were designed for Endermen, even though they don't actually wear clothes. I will never understand those creatures.

ANYWAY! The squad of Endermen brought the boy over to the rest of our group, and his hatred for the Endermen was palpable. Not that the rest of us DIDN'T hate the Endermen, it's just that we were better at hiding it. He came to a stop. Some of the other little cliques, mostly the girls, started whispering among themselves, but an enderman put a stop to that by clawing the face of one who was talking. I think her name was Alice. The boy, who was about my age, looked at all of us and noticed that everyone was in a little group except for me. His eyes met mine, and I could see a ghost of a smile appear on his face. He walked over to stand by me , which caused another bout of whispering. I silently shook my head, trying to warn him away. He came to stand by me anyway. The six Endermen that guided him to our group joined the ranks of our other guards.

The boy nudged my shoulder as we continued walking toward the mine. "What's your name?" he asked. I looked at him strangely. No one ever wanted to talk to me. I turned and continued walking. He poked my shoulder. "Did you hear me?" he asked quietly. I nodded almost imperceptibly. "Lexia," I whispered. That was the first word I had spoken in almost three years. He smiled a bit. He had a slightly lopsided smile, and the effect was overall attractive. "My name's Deadlox, but you can call me Ty," he said in a low voice.

We reached the entrance to the cavern. The boy named Ty followed me in. I walked toward the branch that I usually mined in. I looked behind me. Ty was still following. I had no clue why. I whirled on him. "Why are you following me?" I asked.

"I have no idea what we're doing here, and I thought you could maybe explain," he replied.

"You could just as easily ask someone else."

"But I'm asking you."

I sighed. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not really a person you want to be associated with around here, and, personally, I don't really mind it." I turned and started walking again. Ty shrugged and followed me. Whatever. His choices, his consequences. As we walked, he pestered me with questions.

"What are we doing here?"

"Mining these purple gems," I said, pointing to a small pile of violet stones sitting beside a miner as we passed them by.

"Why?"

"Don't know."

"I get the feeling that you don't like me very much."

I stopped and sighed. "It's not that I don't like you, it's that I don't know why you would want to follow me. Plus, I kinda have trust issues. Don't take it the wrong way, I'm glad to have someone to talk to, but I have some bad history, so I'm sorry if I seem, well, distant at times." I continued walking. He seemed ok with that answer and soon resumed asking questions as we walked through the shaft.

"What do you use to mine?"

"Hands." He winced at that.

"Where are we going?"

"My special area that no one else goes to."

"Why do they never go there?"

"It's dark."

"That's a stupid reason."

I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes. "Tell me about it."

I halted him in front of a dark crevice. "This is our stop." I climbed into the pitch black cave and Deadlox followed. I strode over to a wall and began tapping on it as I walked. Ty picked his way carefully across the rocks over to where I was. I guess I had forgotten that he probably didn't have nearly as good night vision as I did. Having a magically altered eye did have its perks. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Tapping the walls to find hollow spots where the crystals are usually found." I answered. He nodded in understanding.

"How long have you been here?" he asked.

"About three years."

"Wow... That's gotta be tough."

I nodded sadly. "You have no idea, " I

said quietly, thinking of my solitude and of all the people I missed, the ones I left behind. Thinking of my brother, back in the Overworld, who was exiled by my father, who was the leader of my old village. My father had been a no-nonsense kinda guy, and when he found my brother using magic, he sent him away. This made me think of my parents, both dead.

Soon following were thoughts of Shadin, my twin sister, who left me behind...

Tears flooded my eyes. Ty noticed. "Was it something I said?" I shook my head. Wiping away my tears, I continued tapping the wall. There was the sound of something happening in the main caverns.

Ty opened his mouth to say something, but I shushed him. I heard something. It was a sound I knew well, and one I had learned to fear. People were shouting, and sounds of fighting echoed in the distance.

There was a riot.

I swore. "Rioting! They'll kill us!" I remembered last time there was a riot. People coughing in tear gas, buried under rubble while explosions raged around them. I nearly died, and I was one of the lucky ones.

Survival instincts took over. I turned and ran deeper into the cavern. Fear clouded my thoughts. I sprinted for the one place that they wouldn't look for me: one of the obsidian towers. What a lot of people don't know is that the towers are hollow and you can get into them through tunnels underneath the surface of the End. The narrow passageway I was in dead ended in a ladder. I climbed with the intensity of a mad person, and when I made it to the top landing, I collapsed into total mental breakdown mode. I sobbed into my hands as memories resurfaced, dug out by my terror. Painful memories from my past flashed before my eyes, and I became vaguely aware of warm arms holding me awkwardly and a voice speaking soothing words. Ty. I felt horrible. I had just run off and left him to fend for himself. He must have followed me. His embrace was kind, yet somewhat awkward at the same time. He wiped away my tears and calmed me down. When he finally let me go, I told him quietly about what usually happened to quell the riots and apologized profusely for leaving him behind. He stunned me by thanking me for saving his butt by running. "If you hadn't run, I would probably be stuck under a mound of endstone, from what you've told me."

"No problem,"I said. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your story?" I asked.

"It's a bit long," he replied.

"I'm not going anywhere for a while." I sat down on the obsidian and looked out across the surface of the End. Ty sat a few feet away from me.

We stayed there on the top of that tower for a while, until at least two hours after the riot quieted down. While we were up there, he told me stories. Stories about him and his friends, a group called "Team Crafted." Apparently they were kinda a big thing in the Overworld. I guess you miss a lot when you spend three years trapped in this hellhole. The stories he told made me laugh for the first time in years. He talked about Sky, or Adam, the one who loved something called Butter; Quentin, the fish-amphibian-thing; Jerome, the fun-loving, axe-wielding bacca; Mitch, the champion of something called "the Hunger Games"; Jason, the spaceman; Ian, the crazy one who loves cakes; and Seto, the shy sorcerer who never revealed his real name to the team. He talked about how they all fought squids and had fun. He talked about parkour and something called "cops and robbers" and a bunch of minigames. Deadlox ended off about how their base was attacked by mobs and he was taken by an enderman, but no one saw that that was where he disappeared to. By the end of the stories,I was loosening up a bit and laughing more, but I still refused to talk about my past. Ty and I made a promise that day: we would escape and make it back to Team Crafted, or we would die trying.

So there you have it: the prologue. I hope you enjoyed, and please leave some constructive criticism! I want to make this better! Updating might be erratic since I share this profile with my two best friends. (Because of this, PMing might not be a good idea since I probably won't be the one to answer!) See you peepsles later!