It had only been a few weeks since the appearance of the first portal, and since then dozens more appeared.  Every time the Wither king moved from the Overworld to the Nether, from the Nether to the Overworld, it created two more portals.  This made the witches of the murky swamps very nervous.  So it was decided that the witches would call forth The Gathering of the Alchemists.

     The Gathering of the Alchemists was a meeting held by witches all across the Overworld.  It was only called forth when there existence was threatened.  To the witches, the Wither king's presence  threatened everyone's existence.  The first order of business was to unleash the viscus lifeforms that protected the swamp lands; witch hounds called slimes.  They would help fortify witch huts and mineshafts.  Next on the order's agenda was they  order of marshal law that no witch may practice unauthorized brewing.  Many witches believed that it was dangerous brewing that brought about the conflict, and so this law was put into affect.  The final order of business was to arrange a meeting with the dreaded Wither king in attempts to form a peace treaty.  The idea was to give the witches time to assemble an army in preparation for a possible assault by the Wither king on the Overworld.  While many witches proclaimed this to be the best solution, no witch would volunteer to be the messenger.  Over the next three days a collection of names among the various witch tribes were taken.It was decided that a young witch named E'yendar (ee-yen-dar) would deliver the message.  Her family was outraged, but the order's decision was final.  The fallowing morning E'yendar and a small group of battle witches went to the windy fields where the first portal was opened.  They set up camp with the intentions of going through the portal the next day, but little did they know that the Wither king had plans of his own. In that moment the Wither king called forth his steed and flew into the portal that would bring him back to the place of his resurrection; the windy fields of Windermere.

     As the Overworld shifted from day to night, the battle witches started a cauldron for insta-health potions.  The air was clear, the stars were out, the moon high, and the portal grew a dark empty purple.  The young E'yendar stood frozen, gazing at the portal.  The bottle in her right hand slipped from her fingers and smashed into the course dirt.  The sound of the bottle shattering caught the attention of the battles witches. The vacant stare of E'yendar then caught their eyes, and finally they saw what she was staring at.  Before them stood a darkness with the head of a crowned skull and a three-headed monstrosity.  One battle witch drew a poison potion from the left side of his tunic.  E'yendar yelped "stop!" but then the rumbling of a voice arose in the atmosphere.  "I know why you are here. There will be no treaty.  There will be no peace, and your lives will not be spared."  The battle witch ****ed his arm back and before he could toss the poison potion the Wither king vanished off his steed in a black cloud. The Wither king reappeared with his sword through the belly of the battle witch.  The other battles witches met a similar fate all within a matter of 6 ticks (0.48 seconds).  The Wither king then stood in front of the still frozen E'yendar.  She looked into his hallow eyes and said " you will never rule anything by yourself ."  The Wither king brought himself face to face with the young E'yendar.  He said " you posses such fire in your eyes.  Your words are true.  I cannot rule this world without the likes of you.  Perhaps you will join me."  Then suddenly he plunged the tip of his blade into the heart of the young witch.  Fire burst out from the sword and engulfed E'yendar.  She fell to the ground, but the flames grew higher. She tried to cry out, but all that came out was " bwe, bwe, bweoo".  The Wither king snickered and said " yes, your eyes burn with fire. Now they are...Blazing."