"What are your plans for today?" I asked the priest as he washed the dishes from breakfast.

He shrugged. "I have to go speak with Mianite for a bit. What are you planning to do?"

"I may go look for my old storage house," I said, tapping my fingers on the table. "I have a bunch of old stuff in there. I almost forgot about it."

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of stuff?"

"Nothing great." I stood up and went to stand in front of the mirror, readjusting my flower crown. "I have some materials, I guess, and a few of Alyssa's belongings. It's more for the memories than what's actually in it."

"I see." The priest finished washing the dishes, and dried his hands on a red towel hanging next to the sink. "Well, tell me if you find anything interesting! I have to get going now." He opened the door and vanished into the sky.

I found it exactly where I remembered it to be. A small stone shack sat in the middle of the woods, covered in vines from its decade of being abandoned. The door creaked loudly when I opened it, and I was greeted with a familiar room. Alyssa and I used to spend long hours here, I remembered. But to get to the storage area, I'd have to get through the line of security I set up. A moss-covered blocked my path, and a row of levers sat on each side of it. It looked more complicated than it was, since I had set an easy password that little Alyssa could remember.

I flipped two of the levers, and walked down a long hallway. At the end of it sat my next and final line of security, a hole with lava in it. This was a method known to many people, but I used it anyway. I jumped into the pit of lava and sank down, dropping into a puddle of water below it. You would think that the lava would burn the signs, instead of the signs just holding up the lava, but I guess not.

I headed down another hallway and was greeted with a very familiar sight. A small room stood in front of me, partly unfinished. One wall was still made of stone, but the other three were covered in soul sand and nether bricks, representative of the land that Dianite ruled. Shelves full of juice bottles sat to the left, and two rows of obsidian chests sat in the back. Four books were framed on the wall to the right, so I carefully took them down and read them.

The first book spoke of me building the floor and walls for the room, and it made me laugh slightly. It wasn't even much of a chore to create the blocks for this tiny place, but me from 10 years ago made a huge deal out of it. I was quite the complainer.

The second update described me recessing the wall and adding soul sand to it. Oooh, how fancy. Recessing the wall? I grinned and shut the update, reaching for the third one. Why had I written these? Perhaps they were for Alyssa, I couldn't remember.

The third update was about my daughter, back when she was about five or six. She had apparently asked me why I always looked "hungwy", and requested that I added the bottles of juice to the storage area. I made it seem like a nuisance, but now I longed to have those moments back. I hugged the book to my chest, wishing I could see my daughter again. It had been about a year and a half since I'd seen her, and I missed her so much that my heart ached. I could only hope that she was safe and happy, either living alone or with one of the others.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and I quickly dropped the book. Martha came in, followed by Dianite's presence. She sighed and tied her long hair back.

"Sorry for coming in without warning," she apologized. "We just have to tell you something urgent."

"Yeah?" I asked, concerned.

"We're going to start Dianite's revival process," Martha whispered, as if they was someone around us that could overhear.

"Don't you need to get Mianite's help first?" I asked, shocked.

"We already got that sorted," Dianite spoke up, sounding like he was grinning. "Don't need to worry about that, boyo."

I let out a sigh of relief. "That's great! Why do you sound like something's wrong?"

"Because so many things could go wrong," Martha answered, fidgeting out of nervousness. "And we won't be attempting to revive Ianite. I'm not sure how Sparklez will react to it. And I don't have the time to convince him."

"Well I can, I guess," I sighed. "I'll let him know he can come over. You two should be handling the more important stuff."

She looked incredibly relieved. "Thanks for understanding, Mot. I'll make it up to you."

"I'll make it up to you by coming back to life," Dianite said grumpily, making me laugh.

"Whoa, there's so much old stuff in here," Sparklez said, looking through my chests in awe.

"Take what you want," I told him, much to his delight. What a child. "But save some for Tom, please."

"Thanks!" he rifled through them, occasionally picking items up and looking at them closely. "What did you call me here for?"

"To talk about reviving Dianite," I told him nervously.

He looked up suddenly. "Is something wrong? Can we not revive him?"

"No, no, nothing like that," I assured him. "I just wanted to tell you that they're beginning the revival process, now that Martha is a goddess."

"Marthanite," he corrected me, smiling slightly.

"Right, Marthanite." I gave him a look as if I was annoyed, but his childishness was more amusing than annoying to me. "Anyway, they're starting the revival process using Mianite's machines."

"Did they make the alliance?" he gasped.

"No, they're not allied. It's just a temporary agreement kind of thing. We need to find Dianite's body and some things that you referred to as 'Horcruxes', and then we can revive him. There's just... one thing that's not as good."

"What's that?"

"We can't revive Ianite." I flinched away as his face fell. "It's just not possible. I'm sorry, Sparklez."

"It's okay," he answered quietly. "I pretty much gave up on the idea that I could get her back."

He looked away sadly, and I couldn't help but feel as if what he was feeling was familiar to me.