Minecraftia was in a time of peace. The five major dimensions- the Surface World, the Nether, the Aether, the End, and the Twilight Forest- were in balance with eachother, prosperous, the other minor dimensions circling around them peacefully. The major evils had been locked away, leaving only minor mobs to battle with. Food was abundant, Minecraftians lived happily, always exploring. The lands were flourishing. But, this time of peace was ending. Something that lived in the deepest part of the Nether was stirring from its sleep. Something that even the Ender Dragon feared. The being awoke, revealing its pure-white, glowing, pupil-less eyes. The being gave a chuckle, and the pigmen who'd been milling around near it squealed in fright and bolted away. The being rose into the air, its chuckle becoming a maniacal laugh as it started flying through the Nether, heading for the nearest portal. After centuries of plotting, it had finally thought of the perfect plan to destroy Minecraftia once and for all. First step: Find the Balance.