Herobrine put me to the task of training Cloudless Sky, but I called her Cloudbrine now. Sometimes just Cloud.
I dragged her to the training center, where the ghast that helped me develop my powers was waiting.
"So," I began, "One rule: Don't die. Use whatever powers you have to not die. If the ghast hits you, I will stop it before it does real damage, but then you have to deal with Hero's disappointment. And I don't think you want to." I pulled up my sleeve to show Cloud a large burn. She gulped.
"Ready set go!" I cried quickly. The ghast shot a fireball at her, and she dived out of the way.
"Use your powers!" I cried, fustrated. I hovered over to her, watching.
"What are my powers?" She cried, dodging more fire.
"You're name is Cloudbrine! Use the wind and move the fireballs!" I called. Cloud frowned, but concentrated, and the fireball heading toward her moved.
"That's it!" I called. She began moving the wind into a tornado, sending the ghast slamming against the netherrack wall.
"Alright, training is over for today." I said, leading her to her rooms. She was reluctant, but realized that fighting against someone more experienced was pointless.
"I'm going to report progress to Hero now. And don't think about escaping, this place is surrounded by bedrock and Hero hasn't given you teleportation powers yet." With that, I walked, leaving the door open. I wasn't to worried. She was still weak with her powers. I teleported to Herobrine and told him about her training.
"Power over the sky, hmm? She could be useful once we enlist the ender dragon in our army." I nodded, reminding myself to talk to those pesky endermen that annoyed me everynight. I went to my bed, but couldn't fall asleep. I checked on Cloud again, but she was snoring in bed. I closed the door and locked it.
Tomorrow was the next step to victory. With Cloud on the ender dragon, me with the wither, and herobrine with an army of mobs, we could take over all of Minecraftia and bring the beautiful nether to the overworld. Oh, that reminds me...
I got in bed and relaxed. Yep, Alyssa, my old friend, was awake. I made it into her dreams and grinned wickedly.
"Watch your back, Alyssa." I growled. She turned to see me standing there with my glowing pale blue eyes. She took a step back, alarmed.
"Frost." She said.
"Frost, this isn't you. Not the real you."
I saw she wore the iron helmet I made for her in the dream.
"Wait... I have the cap on! What are you doing?"
"This isn't a normal vision. I'm not what's called a vision spirit. No, I'm using pure ender magic to project an image of myself into your dream. Herobrine can't do that, but no matter. He has us. and you'll end up joining him soon enough. Anyway, sweet dreams!"
Before Alyssa could reply, I left, satisfied. That should scare her a bit.
Speaking of sweet dreams... I had to go to bed. Tomorrow would bring greatness, as we advanced to the end and add to our army.