Ender felt the world swimming around her. Her stomach heaved, but she managed to keep from losing her breakfast. Her voice came out small and frightened, as it did that day long ago when she had been lost in the woods. It was Brine who had found her, then, but today he had deserted her.
"No. Please. It must be a mistake." She begged, feeling her eyes well up with hot tears. She clutched at the messenger's sleeves, searching his eyes. She knew it was true, but she couldn't accept it. "Please!" She cried, her voice loud now, loud as the thunder's sorrow, loud as a sister who had been betrayed.
The messenger did not answer, did not even move, and Ender let out a wail of pain and hurt. She fell to the ground and curled in a ball.
No. It isn't true... He wouldn't do that to me... He wouldn't do it to anyone. He couldn't...
She felt strong arms lift around her, and she could only continue to wail as someone carried her away. She was laid on a soft bed and given a potion, which had to be forced down her throat, and she collapsed into a dreamless sleep.
Ender didn't know how long it had been since she was told of Herobrine's evil actions. She could only remember a fitful state of sleeping and waking, and feeling a terrible something all the while. It was like emptyness, but much more tortured, it hurt like fire, but it felt empty as the night. Then one day she had finally woken and crawled out of bed. Her attendant had picked her up and placed her back in the soft, warm bed, and asked a servant for a bowl of soup. When it arrived, she managed to swallow it, and even though she was convinced she couldn't eat more, she asked for many more bowls until she could finally speak.
"Michael," She said, clutching at her attendant's arm as he turned to walk out the door. He turned back, his face filled with concern and his eyes reflecting her sorrow.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I need- I need a council meeting."
He shook his head. "You're too weak. They say you're ill." She glared at him.
"I'm fine. I need to do this. I can't sit here while- while-" She choked on the words, finally spitting a word out with anger. "He does this to people. He's killing for power. I lost my brother the night I heard the news, I can't let anyone else loose their family."
Michael struggled inwardly for a moment, as if wondering whether he should force feed her another sleeping potion so she wouldn't do the right thing and end up getting herself killed, or if he should trust her and listen.
"All right." He said. "There isn't anything I can do to stop you."
Half an hour later, Ender, dressed in a white greek style dress, was standing in the council chamber. The stunned council stared back at her, and the eldest stood up.
"Ender, we knew that you would make this choice, but we had hoped that you would wait longer. We don't want to loose you."
She stared back at him. "I have to do this. I'm the only one who can stop him, and even if we both die, it would be better. People are dying because Brine has this power. The world would be better off without any of it."
Some people shook their heads, but didn't argue. Everyone agreed, with much reluctance, to let Ender go. They knew how horrible the things Herobrine was doing were, and even though they loved Ender like a daughter (or granddaughter, since they were all quite old), they couldn't let these things happen.
Three hours later, Ender was riding towards the center of Minecraftia, the heart of evil and the beginning of the dangers that would follow her for a very long time.