Long ago, in a time where the Overworld was ruled by the creatures of the land, 3 aspiring witches sought to reach another dimension.  They searched every text of the witches art they could find that would tell them the secrets to opening a portal to another dimension.  They only found stories with minor information, but nothing ever substantial.  Despite the failed efforts of their ancestors they would try to recreate the brew that would send them into the void so that they may arrive in paradise.  The 3 witches gathered a list of items to fulfill the magic. One of the witches thought that perhaps the murky swamp air was to dense to complete the deed, so they traveled the Overworld. When they finally reach a flat open field they decided to begin their brew.
     It was on this dark and clear night that they would bring about a fate they could have not possibly forseen.  With 1 fermented spider eye, 2 iron ingots, a skeleton skull, and an old broken wand; they brewed a ghastly brew. A great smoke rose up from the cauldron like a geyser from the ground and out came the skeletal beast that only tales spoke of.  His body glistened almost invisible.  His face was a skull with a crown a top his head and he wielded a large iron sword.  The witches were amazed but also very frightened. They tried to flee, but to no avail. The great skeletal beast hissed at them and turned them into an unusual sand. He then took the sand and crafted a 3 headed beast.  He planted a saddle on it's back and said to it in a cold dark voice " you are now my noble steed. I am the Wither King and you are my Wither".  Then he summoned a portal to a dark and grueling place.  He mounted his steed and entered the portal to the place he called the Nether.