I was out training, trying to perfect my balance and strength. I wanted to defeat the enderman that killed my brother. Everyday without Herobrine was like a arrow to the chest. You see, we had been the closest of friends. We were family. I missed my brother dreadfully. I had even thought about suicide, just so that we may be together again. But then I thought about Alex, and the baby that was soon to be born. And I decided to stay and take care of her and the baby, and pushed my brother to the back of my mind.
The librarian walked down the cobblestone path, carrying bread from the farmer’s crops. Suddenly his eyes went wide as he plunged forward. He was dead before he hit the ground.
I grasped the iron sword’s handle that was coming from the back of the villager and pulled. The sword came out with a sickening squelch, and I grinned. Ooh, revenge was sweet!
I looked around. The three zombies were eating a player that lost his sword in the fountain, the spider and the creeper were leaning over another player. The creeper suddenly exploded, blowing itself up along with the player, the spider, and the player’s house next to it. Villagers were dying left and right as they were being pelted with arrows from skeleton bows.
Meanwhile, I was just standing on top of the church, aka the priest’s house, smiling to myself. I flew down telepathically to the ground and planted a sign there. Then I disappeared to the temple, and right next to there, I built a castle with a magnificent obsidian throne. I lounged on the throne, and grinned as one by one, the monsters arrived. And once again, the enderman was the last to arrive.
I heard the explosion (from the creeper) and went running. I had perfected all of my tricks, and I lept down from the tree and landed with a graceful impact. I ran to the village, where I stopped, horror playing in my eyes.
All where I looked was blood. All I could see was blood. And the reason why nobody was saying hi to me: they were all dead. All my friends were dead. I knelt down by Tony, my best friend who took me in after my brother died. I cried openly, wondering why God had taken so much from me. But then I noticed something in the corner of my eye.
The sign stood around a pool of blood, but no blood touched the sign. There was a glowing circle around the sign, and the blood was sort of propelled away from it, like some kind of a force field.
I walked up to it, and read it.
If you think I am done with you, than you are clearly mistaken. I am after you, and you cannot stop me.
Find me in the mountains, otherwise, your wife and baby suffer the consquences.
Find me in the mountains, otherwise, your wife and baby suffer the consquences.
In reading this sign, I immediately ran to my house. In opening the door, I snarled, a noise that I never thought I could make.
The same enderman that killed my brother stood there, holding its arm around Alex.
I reached for my husband, but then both the enderman and I disappeared.
I punched the floor, swearing revenge for whoever had taken everything from me.
I stood up and went to my weapons chest. On top was my best diamond armor, so I put that on. I looked up at the two swords that were mounted on the wall, the handles still holding hands. I sighed. As I pocketed the swords, I said to myself, “Oh, brother. I wish you were with me now.”
When the enderman teleported me to the castle, I was in awe of how well-built the castle was. The enderman that had kidnapped me had actually shown great courtesy to me. I knew that it might well be the same enderman that killed Herobrine, but it was being too nice.
The enderman led me inside, into a big entrance hall, which was beautiful. There was a big chandelier with beautiful glowstone dust raining from it.
Suddenly, I noticed the obsidian throne, the only dark spot in the room. Then I noticed who was in it.
“HEROBRINE!” I squealed, holding out a hand to him. Suddenly, Herobrine looked up. And the sight almost stopped my heart.
“Herobrine, your eyes....they’re all white.” I said, scared.