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><>2nd person POV<><

::: Previously: You and Carter are off; to a whole new adventure; on the exact same mission. Together, you agree to do a stealth mission. The plan is simple: sneak into Notch's castle, poison him with the special potion you have been working on for decades, and escape before being captured or discovered. :::

'Shneak-shneak..' You quickly tiptoe through the halls, going back and forth between the small ones, each time intersecting one big one. 'Shneakidy shneek.' There you pass through, once again. '...Shneak!'

Finally, you feel like you have had enough shneaking around, and sloppily draw on a piece of paper all the hallways you think are important for your plan. Then you roll the paper into a worthless looking paper ball, and toss it out one of the small castle windows as you pass by. This castle reminds you more of an indestructible fortress rather than a castle as you walk around. The windows along the walls let in very little light, and are likely only there to aim bows and crossbows through in any quick surprise attacks. The materials used for the walls themselves are dark concrete, in only slightly different shades to create variation, and purple carpets along the halls. It is DEFINITELY different to how his old castle looked!

After a certain point in time, the planned ten minutes, you sneak into a janitors' closet and slip on a maid's outfit over your own. The plain, navy blue and white dress is a bit big and baggy, but will do just fine. You make sure the potion is nice and snug in your inventory, before heading out, broom in hand. Next up, phase three: breaking into the kitchen just before dinner time and pouring the tasteless potion into his drink. Outside, Carter is preparing the best escape route for if you are discovered before you can leave under the radar.

You have never gone undercover like this before. It is somewhat exciting, and you keep yourself from shaking in emotions of all kinds rather well. You slip into the kitchen, only to find the drinks are already prepared and being carried out by a waitress. Ohh, snap! So, you sneak out of the kitchen and into the hallway which intersects the path the waitress is walking down. Slowly, quietly, you slip around the corner, seeing the young woman as she carries the tray.

All of a sudden, you jump out, hitting the girl on the neck in the perfect place so that she passes out immediately, and quickly grab the tray and glasses on it.. all without making a single sound... First things first, you pull out a rope from your pocket and tie the woman's wrists up, then drag her into a nearby closet where hopefully she won't be able to warn anyone once she wakes up. Next up, the tray. Unfortunately, you see two glasses on it, and you don't know which one will be the king's. Furthermore, if you pour only half in each, then the effects will take TWICE as long, which might draw out to be two to three days: long enough for someone to find a cure. You shake your head violently. 'Come on, Andria, THINK!' Unfortunately, you are unable to think of any other solutions. You pour half of the potion in one glass and half of the potion in the other. You will just have to make sure that none of the king's helpers isn't able to find an antidote in time. Realizing that YOU are slowly running out of time, you scurry over to the dining room where the two large, iron and dark oak doors are wide open, and silently step in. There, you already see two men sitting at the table. HIM, and a man you have never seen before, who has dark, natural red hair, wears fancy atire, and has the face of a gentleman. You feel sudden pain inside, knowing that this kind looking man will have to die too for this to work.

"Ah, our drinks have finally arrived. What took you so long, girl?" The king, your target, Notch, speaks directly to you. Your knees buckle as you try not to stutter.

"S- s- s- sorry, s- sir.." You apologize, hoping your voice doesn't crack. This guy, right here, is THE Notch. The one who has taken down countless foes with just a snap of his fingers. The only real ones he can't kill so easily, are other Immortals...

"Hmf! That will cost you a cut salary, young one." He grumbles. The punishment would probably feel a lot more dier, had you actually been working here and needed the money. But, with your incredible acting skills you have built up over the hundreds of years, you shake, your face filling with silent regret, and you quickly hand the two men their drinks before cowering to the back of the room. The table is long, and the two men sit at opposite sides of it. Notch takes a big chug of the drink while, thankfully, the man opposite to him looks a little hesitant at it, before scooting it away slightly.

"Um, I don't drink..." The red-head said as respectably as he could, lifting your head in excitement.

"Fair enough." Notch speaks plainly. "Girl. Get this man something else to drink."

"-Just, water.. please." The man adds to it. Looking at him more, his features actually make him look quite young. He is likely somewhere around thirty, but his mannerisms and soft face shape give him a younger look.

A young, antsy looking waiter jumps up to the opportunity of a new job, allowing you to stand silently and listen. Food is brought in as the young waiter leaves, and the two men begin eating in silence.

"So.. What has someone such as yourself come to my humble kingdom for, in search of a meeting with me, hmm?" Notch switches to business, looking directly at the young man over the food. He pauses for a moment. After deciding his words without hesitation, the man begins to speak.

"Over the past ten or so years as a highly respected law-man, I have come to notice how big of an impact you and the other gods have on our political syst-"

"Immortals." Notch interrupts him with a mouthful.

"..Excuse me?"

"Call us Immortals. It is always annoying when you humans call us gods. Because that would mean we actually created the world. Which, no; as amazing as it would be to have such power, not even I can claim to have made this world." Notch explains. All stuff anyone should know.

"...Oh.." The man said simply. "My apologies.. Anyway, we have come to recognize your influences in our governments, and would like to offer up a contract that should mutually benefit both of us.

"A contract?" Notch's eyes furrow slightly, taking another drink. "What sort of deal are you offering?"

"It is simple. You, and the other Immortals agree to obey the laws us humans have grown accustomed to, and in turn we will give you a place in our governing system, allowing you to keep watch over our ideals, as well as influence any laws made in the future. That way, us humans are able to live with peace in mind that you Immortals won't destroy our homes at any point in time, and you get to have more say in what we do." The man offers. It sounds like a pretty plausible plan that might just work with other Immortals, however, you know hot-headed Notch will say.-

"Pff! Is that supposed to really benefit me?! To give up my rights to do whatever I want as an immortal, just so you pesky humans can feel safe at night?!" All the other people in the room besides you cringe slightly at his snappy remark. "Oh please, don't think I am stupid enough to fall for that!" He leans back in his chair, sipping the remaining liquid from his glass. Hm, how ironic.

"Well, sir, if you would just listen-"

"Oh, silence! I don't want to agree to any contract. The lower immortals might, but, I know my place in this universe, and it is here, as ruler of the ENTIRE Over World. So, don't think I will be stepping down from that because of some pity laws.." Notch grumbles over the table, insuring everyone that he is NOT going to change his mind.

Everyone is silent. Not even the very faint sound of shifting weight is heard. The kind man lowers his head, wishing to plead, but knowing that will only make things worse. After some silence, in a sudden turn of events -- to everyone but you -- Notch loses his strength to sit up straight, and leans clumsily over the table. Everyone jumps up in shock. Even you act surprised.

"My king, what is wrong?" One of the waiters shuffles up to their ruler.

"I fear.. I fear there was something in that drink.~" He finishes while collapsing to his side, slumping over one of the arms of his chair as if he has just died. You know he hasn't, yet, but everyone freaks out as if he has. Even the kind man at the other side of the table stares with wide eyes at the once sitting strong, Immortal over the entire world, impossible to be beaten by any mortal:.. Notch.