Pearl respawned, vivid with memories, her life had flashed before her eyes. She’d died a horrible death to some mysterious plague that now roamed the lands. Weeks went by, before- “Who goes there?” Pearl heard a voice, near her… the proximity voicing made talking a bit more interesting for sure. It was a faint voice, so pearl clutched her diamond sword she’d made and walked towards the sound of the voice. “Pearl?” Pearl caught sight of a robe she hadn’t seen for months, the robe of Pixlriffs, king of Pixandria. “Pix! I can’t believe it! You’re alive! How- why?” Pearl couldn’t believe her eyes! The presumed lost copper king was standing right in front of her. “Pearl, what happened to the Empires? The others? What did you all do?” Pix looked worried. “Jimmy and Fwhip happened. They put a cod and salmon in the big reactor, Fwhip’s base blew up and soon chaos started causing havic on the world.” Pearl explained. “The resolution of a neverending feud brings unimaginable chaos that will destroy the world.” They both said at the same time. “So you’ve heard the prophecy?” Pearl asked. “Who hasn’t, its all anyone talks about these days…” Pix sighed full of remorse. “You talk to others?” “No way, I’ve caught up to random villages and they’ve spoken to me…” “That seems sort of weird, but I’ll accept it… I died to the plague and respawned thousands of blocks away from home.” “That’s pretty tough ain't it? We’re living a broken dream” Pix gave her a reassuring smile. “Well, who knows, you basically just left… It’s insane to find out you’ve been out here the whole time.” “Well would you like to stick together? After all, the end of the world is better with friends, i’d say.” Pixlriffs smiled, and Pearl nodded.
