Herobrine chapters 1-5

In tribute to Notch and Herobrine, all the minecrafters of the world and my dear family and friends

If you are new to Minecraft please look it up on the minecraft wiki so you can experience the full extent of this book. And although it does have Minecraft features there are also real life physics.




Chapter One
The beginning
He stared in the mirror.
His green eyes flashed back at him.
He smiled, he wasn't vain but many people said his eyes were beautiful.
Something bumped into his leg.
"Gotcha Daddy!" Emeris yelled as she grabbed his leg.
"Hmmm… I believe you have and now I've got you!" He yelled as he swung Emeris around.
He loved the sound of his daughter's voice. "What do you see in my eyes today daddy?" She asked.
He looked into her blue eyes and said "I see, a little girl who's going to be late for school."
He smiled and gave Emeris to Mia, his wife.
Mia smiled and kissed her on the forehead and kissed the man goodbye. "Bye honey. Remember to speak up a bit when you help reverend Henry today, he's going a bit deaf."
He nodded and kissed her back saying slowly, "Don't make any more men jealous that you're my wife today."
She smiled and grabbed Emeris' bag and walked out the door making sure Emeris had her hat on tightly.
He walked back to the bedroom and took a blue tie from the closet and his favourite blue shirt and pants. His favourite colour was blue.
He walked towards the church; it was named after the town.
As usual Peter was at the entrance waiting to greet him, "Welcome to Westing Church, the holiest church in the Mistral region."
"Hello Peter," He replied quickly stepping inside
He stepped up the flight of stairs inside that lead to the meeting room, it wasn't used much anymore but the church used it for meetings and volunteer lunch breaks.
Reverend Henry stepped up to him and said, "Welcome my child to the church, are you here to help me repair the ceiling today?"
"Yes I am," The man said slowly following the reverend back down the stairs into the main hall of the church.
The ceiling wasn't very high for a church but you still needed a step ladder to reach the roof. Samuel was sitting on one of the chairs and was watching him as he took a bucket of paint up with him to paint the roof.
"Sorry about that," he said addressing it to the reverend and the man, "should've known better than to fling that candlestick up there. Lucky only part of the roof was hit by the holder."
"You're getting forgetful in your old age Sam; you flung 3 candle holders up there because you thought you saw a fly before we could stop you." The man said as he continued painting the roof.
Samuel laughed and sat further into the seat staring at the altar at the front of the hall.
He started to jerk slightly.
Both of the men didn't notice Samuel slump down as his body shook violently.
"SAM!" the man shouted as he quickly climbed down the ladder and grabbed a hold of him, "Sam are you okay?! Henry, call a doctor!"
The reverend ran off to get the phone in the meeting room as the man tried to wake Samuel up and stop him shaking.
"I called the doctor!" Henry shouted at the man as he climbed back down the stairs.
Samuel's eyes shot open, they were blank to the world as he spoke in a raspy voice that was not his own, "The users are coming, they will destroy us all just for blocks they do not have and tools they cannot craft, only my brother will survive and he will take revenge on myself and the users. Beware of my brother."
He collapsed and a light apparition fled to the large glass pane with Notch's figure.
"By the holy Notch himself…" Reverend Henry said as he slowly picked up Samuel and took him into the meeting room.
The man stared at the figure of Notch and watched the sun's rays slowly change as the sun moved across the sky.
The silence in the hall was deafening so he walked to the entrance passing the doctor as he did so.
He ignored Peter's inquiries on the doctor and walked home. He looked at his watch, Mia and Emeris wouldn't be home for a while.
He stepped inside and hung his tie on the coat rack near the door; he decided he would put it away later after he had a while to relax.
He made himself a cup of coffee and sat on the couch and silently flicked through a book on electronics not really reading it.
He was thinking of what Samuel had said.
He heard a knock on the door, slightly irritated he got up and opened the door. A woman was standing there.
"Hello sir, I am Granny Bacon, I come from Mistral City."
"Oh really? I've never heard of you, I used to do the statistics for that city and your name never turned up." He knew he was being a bit rude but he was having a bad day.
"I just moved there, I am new to Minecraft. It's an amazing game isn't it?"
"Game, whatever do you mean? And how can you not come from this planet?" He said suspiciously while she looked at him curiously.
"I'm not sure what you mean." She said suspiciously, "I am going to go now, goodbye…"
He watched her go and again thought about what Samuel had said as he closed the door.




Chapter Two
The users
A few hours later Emeris and Mia came home.
After Emeris went to bed the man told Mia about what happened.
"That woman was strange, I've never heard of her either and I just finished reporting all of the people in Mistral City." She said.
Mia still worked for Mistral city and was in charge of handing in every form about every inhabitant of Mistral city.
"Now that I think about it, there was also a strange blur above her head. I thought I could make words out but I couldn't see it properly." He said looking at the ground, deep in thought.
"Could she? No she couldn't… maybe…" he said slowly.
"What is it?" Mia asked looking at him curiously.
"Well… We don't know who she is, no one seems to have known her, and she mysteriously appears after Sam has a spiritual 'moment'. Do you think she could be… a user?" He said questioningly as he seemed to search for the answers in the floor.
Mia's eyes opened in shock as the sudden realisation hit her.
They stood in silence for a few moments before Mia went to sit on the couch.
"It's coming true…" she said slowly with a look of shock, "What Samuel said is coming true…"
He sat down next to her and held her. "We'll be okay," he said, trying to comfort her, "It's going to be alright."
It was dark.
He woke up to the sound of footsteps outside.
How long have I been asleep? He thought as he got up to open the curtain.
He looked around.
All of doors in the street had been locked; everyone knew to lock their doors just in case the monsters weren't deterred by the everlasting lights placed along the streets.
It was quiet, a thick and oppressive silence.
He shifted uncomfortably.
He saw a movement.
He wasn't worried at first, the monsters of the night, although scary, could not harm them inside the house.
But then it began to move into the light.
It was a person; he knew it was a user.
There was a box, slightly greyed out, above the user's head.
He couldn't make out the name, but he could make out what was in the user's hand.
The user was carrying an explosive.
He opened his eyes in shock and shook Mia awake.
"We have to get out of here!" he whispered urgently and pointed towards the user outside the window.
Mia looked scared but she ran to go get Emeris.
He walked outside, not worried about monsters or the user.
"What are you doing?!" He yelled walking quickly towards the user.
The user turned and looked at him and placed the explosive on the ground quickly.
He stepped back and froze; he knew what the user was going to do.
Mia stepped out the door with Emeris.
The user hit the explosive.
"Run Mia!" He yelled running towards the explosive.
"I won't leave without you Herobrine!" She screamed as he jumped onto the explosive.
Then there was nothing.




Chapter Three
Moments of pain
Herobrine slowly stood up. He quickly leant against a large object.
He coughed and tried to yell. It hurt.
Everything was blurry and his memories were foggy.
He waited while his vision cleared.
His vision was clear, but everything had a white tinge.
He looked around.
Everything was destroyed. He looked in shock. All of his memories hit him forcing him to sit on a large heap of bricks.
He remembered Emeris and Mia. He jumped up realising with a jab of pain that his leg had a shard of glass in it.
He didn't care and he shouted for his daughter and wife.
It was dark, but he could see everything in painful detail.
Every call made him cringe as stabs of pain shot through his throat and a headache emerged.
He walked slowly towards where his house used to be.
It was gone. He looked around, shifting debris looking for his family.
He became desperate, lifting up objects that sent agony through his arms and back. He lifted the door up.
He dropped it to the side.
Mia and Emeris lay dead in a pile of bricks.
They were burnt and had scared and stunned looks on their faces.
Herobrine knelt down next to them and wept.
He didn't know how long he knelt there. He stood up as the sun began to rise, he was past sadness, he couldn't cry anymore.
He was empty.
He started to look around, searching for anyone else.
As he walked around the town his depression increased. The user had placed multiple explosives and had set off a chain reaction.
Everyone was dead. Some were worse than others. He sighed and returned to his family. He spent the morning burying them.
He shed a single tear and turned and walked into the forest.
There was nothing left for him here.
When he reached a small pool of rainwater surrounded by trees he sat down.
He looked at the glass shard in his leg.
The pain had become less as he had walked.
He grabbed the shard and pulled it out.
It was clean, there was no blood and all that was left on his leg was a scar that had begun to heal quickly.
The glass had a hand print on it. It had been a window on his house. He placed it in one of his large pockets inside his shirt. It was his last memory of his daughter.
He washed his face in the water.
He looked at his reflection.
He had startling white eyes.
He stared and realised he was covered in ash and smelled of smoke. His face was still tearstained and his clothes were messy and were darker.
He didn't care about his appearance anymore.
But his eyes, there was something about them.
His eyes were brighter and they glowed when he hid in the shade of a tree. He returned to the pool.
They had light and shadowed code running through them. He was confused. But he did not feel anything else.
As his thoughts left him his eyes became clearer and the code slowly disappeared.
He turned.
A large cave was behind the trees.
He walked towards it. He thought of his family, his town.
He thought of users.
He couldn't feel anything, he was empty but he knew something.
He knew he should be mad, he knew he had to get revenge.
He sat in the dark, in the cave.
He sat thinking. His eyes provided more light as his thoughts became more intense. They flashed and the code became more defined and large. They lit up the darkness and scared most of the monsters away.
His thoughts worked harder and an emotion emerged out of the deep hole they had all been sent to.
He felt hatred and anger. His face could not change to these emotions but they collected inside him and his eyes grew brighter adding a shade of red to the ever increasing amount of code.
A creeper stared at him. It understood something.
He was different. He had gone through what it had gone through.
The creeper emerged from the shadows and got closer to Herobrine.
He looked up and watched the creeper come closer.
It stood next to him and hissed softly to him.
He understood.
His eyes grew dimmer and lost their shade of red as the creeper stood next to him, comforting him the only way it knew how.
It didn't run away, it didn't explode, it just stayed there.
They sat in silence, both comforting another by being there, being with someone who has felt the same thing.




Chapter Four
The dawn of revenge
Herobrine woke up and looked at the creeper.
It was still sleeping; it stood tall and dark, stopping the sunlight from falling on his face.
He left the cave being careful not to wake the creeper. He stalked a pig and brought back a pork chop for him and the creeper to share.
When he returned he softly shook the creeper.
It woke with a loud hiss, but when it saw him it calmed down and stared at the pork chop he held. He tried his voice "A brought this back for us to share," it was deeper and gravelly.
The creeper stared and hissed.
He wasn't shocked as he made out the words it hissed, "Thank you."
The shared the meat in silence. The sun slowly rose higher into the sky.
The zombies and skeletons hid in the trees in fear of burning.
Herobrine stood up and stared at the sun, it didn't burn his eyes. The creeper watched him and followed him as he walked out to the pool of water.
He asked the creeper, "Do you drink water?"
His voice was still deep but it was smoother.
It shook its head and watched as he drank the sweet water. It trickled down his chin as he stood up.
It was midday and the skeletons and zombies had run to the caves while the spiders climbed trees drowsily.
He heard a twig snap and he spun around.
He saw nothing but he had learnt not to leave things unnoticed.
The creeper gave a loud hiss, a warning to whatever was out there.
Herobrine looked at the creeper, aware that if it exploded it would die.
He slightly shocked himself as he hissed, "Do not take your life, and wait until we know what it is."
The creeper looked shocked but it stayed silent and watched a shadow come closer. Herobrine recognised a box through the trees and signalled to the creeper to hide.
It reluctantly walked behind a tree positioning itself so it could see him. He crouched low and waited for the user to come closer.
He watched as a man came out of the trees. He held a sword and looked determined. Herobrine stared at him and leaped. He struck his target. He beat the user in the head repeatedly. He took the man's sword and speared him through the heart. The smell of blood ran through his veins, it excited him.
The creeper watched in silence.
It came out of the trees and hissed "How do you know that he deserved your revenge?"
He looked at it. He turned and stared at the body of the user.
The creeper watched the body as well and suddenly hissed "Why isn't he disappearing or being reborn as all users do?"
He looked at it and hissed back quietly "He was the user who destroyed my home, my family."
It looked at him as he lowered his head.
"I understand," it hissed back.
"He will never haunt this world again, I stole his code."
"What is a code?"
"His soul, his being, all that he is, this body is an empty shell that will never hold his code again."
Herobrine took the sword out of the man's chest and attached it to his back. "I better keep moving. Other users will be here any minute to collect his gear. You don't have to come with me."
The creeper came closer to him and hissed, "You are the only person who has ever shown me kindness besides my dead family. You are now all that I have. I will follow you."
He nodded and began to walk towards the setting sun.
After a while of walking with sounds of other human footsteps at every turn the creeper hissed, "Could you tell me more about codes?"
Herobrine looked at the creeper while continuing to walk and sighed. "I only understand what I learned when I thought in the cave you found me in. I understand that there are different forms of code, a soul code and a text one. The soul code is solid, we are all made of soul code and I stole the man's main soul code which leaves his body. The text code is a soul code without form, it appears as text."
The creeper looked at its feet and looked up again at him and hissed "When you are mad or thinking hard, your eyes grow brighter and 'text code' runs through them. Are you empty right now?"
He thought about it then replied, "Yes, I feel calm. My eyes are windows in a way to my soul code, in text form. My code is small and thin. When I am calm no code should appear."
It looked concerned so he asked, "What's wrong?"
It looked into his eyes and hissed, "There is code in your eyes. Only one piece, but it is larger and thicker."
He looked shocked and stopped. They had been walking along a lake. He looked into the water. A single strand of code floated through his eyes. It wasn't his and he knew it. He had an Idea.
He sat down and concentrated. The creeper hissed in alarm and began to look scared.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you remember what I told you about soul code?"
"Yes, I do, but what does that have to do this?"
"When I stole that man's code it needed to be kept somewhere. The only place it had access to was me. His main code is now inside me. It doesn't affect me. But I thought is that if I concentrate enough and use my code with his I could create a solid version of him, but only a temporary one because it has no solid code of its own to rely on."
"Why would you do that? Creating another evil user?"
"He would be under my control and it could help us with revenge for your family and the rest of the mob's families."
"Do it then."
Herobrine focused. A mist began to swirl around his eyes and ghostly code began to stream slowly from his eyes towards another mist in front of him. The code swirled and twisted and the shape of a man appeared. It thickened and darkened. A ghostly figure of the man appeared. The creeper hissed in amazement.




Chapter Five
Red as night
Herobrine stared into the snow. It was dark; the snow came down without break. The creeper had insisted they stay in the cave for the length of the snow storm. "The zombies and skeletons will not perish in the snow, I can stop creepers and spiders are easily persuaded. But I cannot tell what the skeletons and zombies will do when they see you. They are not as smart and their species have been tortured more than we have." It had hissed when he had questioned it.
His eyes lit the cave so many of the mobs stayed away. "I will keep first watch," he hissed to the creeper, reverting to hiss instead of English to prevent any humans hearing him.
It nodded and slept on a piece of cloth he had found inside his shirt pocket. As it slept he decided to search through his inside shirt pockets to see what they held. He found the glass of his window, another piece of cloth, a flint and steel, some leftover pork, a compass and a small jacket. He placed them in front of himself and felt something against his chest. He reached inside his shirt and pulled out a strange red orb. It flashed; a bright red colour and he grew agitated. He wanted to run, to jump, and to fly. He stood up. The creeper stirred. He calmed and turned his eyes away from the orb to the creeper. The walls were now red; he frowned and put the orb back inside his shirt. The walls were still red, but they were fading into a dull pink. They eventually faded back into a white. The orb interacted with him, it changed him and it changed his soul code. He felt different. He felt free.
The dark was calming. The snow dulled the sound.
He woke up; he didn't know how long he had slept. The creeper stood tall at the entrance. It stared into the endless whiteness, the storm had gotten worse. "You were having horrible nightmares, you were shaking and whispering strange words, I recognised a few mob languages. You murmured many things that I could not understand; I woke up as you said 'Burn in the nether for your crimes Notch!'"
"I am sorry I fell asleep, I don't know how it happened…" Herobrine said slowly, remembering the orb he had found last night.
He pulled it from his shirt pocket, being careful not to look at it.
"I found this in my pockets last night; I do not know what it is."
The creeper hissed and slid as close to the cave wall and as far from the orb as it could without stepping into the snow. "Put that cursed thing away! It is evil and nothing but curses will come from it!" It hissed angrily Herobrine put it back in his shirt and looked at the creeper; it was still next to the wall and looked slightly scared. "What is it?" Herobrine asked.
"It is a cursed artefact; it comes from before the humans came and before the ancient tribes of the miners came. It is the soul of an ancient being, it is said that it connects to powerful beings and grants them its powers."
He looked intrigued and replied, "I looked at it earlier and I felt different."
"That is bad; people it connects with become cursed, they become different, they become the undead. Tell me, how long did you look at it?"
"Only for a minute, but when I turned away my eyes glowed red and eventually dulled into a white again."
It walked closer to him and cautiously touched him with its foot.
It calmed and hissed, "It is strange, you do not burn from the touch of the living. Do not worry; for the orb hasn't changed you, you are still living."
Herobrine sighed in relief; he slowly raised his head and looked the creeper in the eye.
"Can I ask you something?"
"It depends on what the question is."
"What is your name?"
The creeper sighed and replied, "My name is Astley, while we are asking questions what is your name?"
Herobrine looked shocked, "I never told you? Well, my name is Herobrine."
"An interesting name… Do you know your parents' names?"
"No, I was adopted; my adopted parents died a few years ago, I think they only adopted me because I looked like my adopted brother, Steve."
"That is very interesting."
"What is it?"
"Nothing, it is not important, now get some sleep, we need to move as soon as we can when the storm stops."
He looked at Astley one last time before he fell asleep.
Astley looked again into the snow.
It was calming, slowing, as if it knew that it was in the presence of a great being and didn't wish to disturb his slumber.
Astley watched a single snowflake drift down and murmured quietly, "That is very interesting indeed…"