NIGHTMARE IN THE DAY

BY SOPHIE M

An Unofficial Novel

A Follow-up of the Gameknight999 Book System Overload

 

Chapter 1

Cry in the Forest

 

Herobrine’s eyes glowed bright white with anger as he walked around the forest in deep thought, thinking about his next move against The-user-that-is-not-a-user. And then he thought he heard a slight cry coming from in the forest. He walked through the forest growling as he moved about the trees like a maze of wood and leaves. Then he stepped into a clearing and saw a little newborn child lying on a hill, he stepped closer and saw it wasn’t a normal villager child. It didn’t have the bulbous nose like the villagers, or a colored robe. “Well hello there little girl,” Herobrine said, “You’re not normal are you?”  His eyes glowed like two mini suns. The child instantly stopped crying and started to laugh! Herobrine smiled an evil smile, he took hold of her and his hands started to glow a sickly yellow as he was using his crafting powers and then after a few moments her eyes started to glow, then Herobrine’s hands went back to their normal color. “I’ll name you Herobrin,” He said, “The most powerful of my creations having that name will make fun of all those pathetic Light Crafters and strike fear into the hearts of those who hear the word.” Herobrine chuckled at the thought. He teleported to an empty cave in the side of Olympus Mons. He then, reached into his inventory and took out a crafting bench. He used it to craft one bed, a furnace, a few chests, and some accessories. It was going to be Herobrin’s cave. Then disappearing and reappearing in an instant only to be in a spider cave deep underground. He allowed his eyes to glow brighter; all of a sudden every spider in the cave stopped and looked straight at him except one; a spider appeared to be smaller than the rest. But its eyes shone, not a terrifying red like the rest of the spiders, but an evil purple. The spider climbed down from the wall and walked up to Herobrine. “What are the Makersss commandsss,” Asked the giant spider known as Shivalak the Spider Queen. “I have a new creation,” He said. “I want you to train her to survive the Overworld, to be able to climb the highest mountains in ten minutes, and other strategies. Also, you will give her a gift, so will all my other creations.”  The spider nodded and turned He could hear her whispering orders to the other spiders then walking away into the darkness. A few minutes later she returned holding a pair of boots. The spider gave Herobrine them and said, “Thessse are made of ssspider silk, they are unbreakable and will help her with climbing.” “Very good,” Herobrine answered. “She’ll grow into them.” Then he put the boots into his inventory and said “when she turns two, you will start her lessons.” Then disappeared and reappeared on an obsidian platform in another cave, but this one was not a spider cave, it was a Zombie Town.

 

Chapter 2

Gifts and Lessons

None of the zombies walking by noticed the Shadow Crafter on the platform. So he let his eyes grow even brighter. All the zombies stopped what they were doing to look away. When Herobrine had all the zombies’ attention he let his eyes dim down. More and more zombies gathered into the area by the edge of the platform and stopped when they saw that it was Herobrine making all the commotion and listened for what he was going to say. Then Herobrine saw Xa tul, at least a head taller than the rest, push through the large crowd and walked onto the platform. As soon as he saw Herobrine clearly he said “what are the Maker’s commands for Xa tul?” “I have a new creation and I want you to train her to use a sword and strength so well that she can break through a tree in one hit.” Herobrine stated.   “Also I want you to give her a gift, now do you understand?” The zombie king nodded, and then walked away. He called for one of his generals, a zombie with a long thick scar on her cheek hustled out of the crowd and stood up straight as she stopped in front of Xa tul. “What are Xa tul’s commands for Ka lul,” the rotting creature asked as politely as possible. Xa tul renamed Ka lul a long time ago, she was before Da lul but as a loyal spy, risking her life in battle, he renamed her Ka lul. “Get all the diamonds as possible from the rest of the zombies and give them to this zombie,” he answered. “And one emerald also, Xa tul wants them in ten minutes.” The general nodded and ran off as quickly as possible. He looked at Herobrine and saw he was holding a child in his arms, he hadn’t noticed her before. He looked at the child, and then at Herobrine, and then back at the child. She had her eyes closed the whole time. Then Ka lul returned with seven diamonds. She stopped in front of Xa tul and gave him them. He walked to the nearest crafting bench and crafted a sword, the sword had a lone emerald on the hilt and was crafted of seven diamonds instead of two. He then gave it to Herobrine and said, “It’s crafted from seven diamonds and is extremely strong.” “That will be perfect; her lessons start on her second birthday.” Herobrine said as he took the sword, and then disappeared.

The day was getting darker as Herobrine walked through a series of caves. “How hard can it be to find a dumb enderman in a cave?” He mumbled under his breath. Then, looking at the child, he noticed that she had been silent the whole time he was telling his creations about her. She was now looking around happily smiling up at him. The child likes caves. Herobrine thought as he walked into a cave and was instantly blasted with heat, he carefully walked past a large pool of lava, the molten substance bubbling. He saw a pair of eyes staring at him and walked into the darkness toward them, his eyes lighting up the cavern. As he came closer, he could now clearly see that it was Feyd the enderman king looking at him. “Before any questions,” Herobrine quickly said. “I want to tell you that I want you to create a gift for my most powerful creation yet. Also, I want you to teach her to teleport, to survive in the End, and to tame and ride the Ender dragon. Her lessons will start on her first birthday.” He placed Herobrin in the enderman’s hands. “Yes Maker.” Feyd dare not question the evil virus.

“This is Herobrin. I transferred some of my crafting powers to her.” She looked at Feyd and laughed. He nodded his head and disappeared, reappearing just two minutes later still holding the child in his hand, but with a block of obsidian in his other. Feyd gave the child back to Herobrine and started to craft something, when he finished he put what looked like a hair piece in herobrin’s hair. “It’s made of obsidian and end stone,” Feyd said, hoping that the gift was acceptable. “Since she doesn’t have all your power, it will allow her to teleport to the Nether, the End, and the Overworld.”

“Fine, that’ll do.”

Herobrine teleported to the next location: The Nether.

 

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Heat blasted Herobrine’s face with such intensity that he had to turn his head away from the lava to lower the heat just a little bit. “Charybdis had better teach Herobrin to withstand this stupid heat,” Herobrine muttered to himself. He hated the Nether. All it was a land filled with lava and stupid heat.

Herobrin didn’t seem to mind though. She just laid there in her father’s arms.

Herobrine thought that he saw Feyd’s eyes flicker just a small bit when he said his ‘most powerful creation yet.’ “He thinks that he’s my favorite creation, not anymore!!!” He yelled to no one in particular.

Herobrine teleported into a gigantic Nether fortress on the ledge of a big hill. All of the monsters stopped, just like in the spider cave. Charybdis floated down to where Herobrine was standing. He noticed the little figure in his arms right away. He opened his mouth to say something but was silenced when the evil virus talked over him, “You are to teach my new creation, Herobrin, to withstand this idiotic heat, to make potions with the resources of the Nether, the lessons start on her third birthday, and you must give her a gift.”  The blaze king nodded. He floated out of the room and returned in less than two minutes. He gave the shadow-crafter the gift and bowed low, “This vest will help her withstand great heat and great cold.” Herobrine looked satisfied and said, “Very good.” He then left.

He walked through the next series of tunnels starting to get annoyed that he had so many tunnels to go through. “Are all of my creations such cowards that they must all live in caves and heavily guarded fortresses?!” He yelled. Then Herobrin started to cry. He let his eyes glow as bright as they could go right at that moment, which was blindingly bright. Instantly Herobrin stopped crying.

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That was a very expectable gift that Reaper had given his daughter. It was a bow made of bones and obsidian with arrows as sharp as diamonds. Herobrine, then teleported into a cave that had some items in it; a furnace, crafting table, and more.

Herobrin grew to be strong and brave, wise and powerful. All of the monster kings and queen battled for her attention, save Feyd and Shivalak. They didn’t battle for attention, they just had it.

 

Chapter 3

Craving for Favor

Herobrin went into hiding after Herobrine’s death, still training with Feyd. He had been killed by the user-that-is-not-a-user. He let him into the physical world and was destroyed.

While training with Feyd, a zombie spy was watching, gathering information for Xa-tul. When the spy thought that he had gathered enough info he went back to his zombie town. He twisted and turned through the maze of multicolored houses. Then he saw what he was looking for. He shuffled toward the obsidian platform in the middle of a space, free of jumbled up houses. He walked onto it and stood face to face with the king of the zombies. “Pen-Kir has the information wanted.” He said bowing low. Xa-tul responded, “Good! So what is Herobrin doing with that enderman that she enjoys so much that she no longer trains with me?” “She is training with the sword you gave her, your Highness.” Xa-tul smiled with pride. “But using it with Feyd.” Xa-tul growled at the thought of her liking Feyd more than him. “They are teleporting everywhere! But they are so graceful that it looks as if they are dancing. She is striking Feyd when possible and him striking her, then they teleport to the end for Feyd to heal up and for her to get some food. Then they do it again. It looks like painful training, but it looks as if they are enjoying it.” Pen-kir then stopped to take a long breath. Xa-tul growled and said, “Very good General Un-qor. Now go rejuvenate your health. I must go to my sul-king room, for we cannot teleport to gain the favor of Herobrin.” The gigantic zombie traveled through many tunnels. His “sul-king” room was to be sound proof, so that none of his servants could hear his sulking. He called it the sul-king room so that none of his dumb zombies would know that it was really his sulking room. He could let out the loudest moan in all of Minecraft. But he only let it out in this room. It was a large room with green carpet and some chests. Then all of a sudden he let out the saddest, angriest, and loudest moan ever heard in the history of Minecraft, for if he gained Herobrin’s favor, she might reward him for his duties and fight with him instead of that pathetic enderman. That would surely strike fear into the hearts of his enemies and would make the zombies give him more respect. She was the ultimate tool of destruction.

 

Chapter 4

Bringing Back Feyd

As time passed on, all of Herobrine’s creations were destroyed, except for her. Herobrin was 16 at the time the last of the monster kings were destroyed, and could still remember the death of Feyd. He was like a brother to her. She could remember all too clearly hearing him yell through the zombie portal for Gameknight999 to break it from her place on a small alcove. She tried to teleport to him but the server was falling apart and prevented her from teleport and she was too high up to fall down. She could remember screaming as Gameknight was breaking the block, but her voice couldn’t be heard over all of the commotion down below. When the block broke and Feyd disappeared completely, she collapsed to her knees and cupped her hands over her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, some falling off the platform and landing on enderman skin, making it sizzle. She could hear a villager named Cobbler yell, “We did it!” They have no idea what they have just done!She had screamed within her mind. She could feel herself filling up with rage. She cried even more when all of the villagers cheered. She was overflowing with sadness. Once all of the villagers were gone, she had teleported back to her cave. Her heart aching.

Those memories were stuck within her mind. She started to cry as she relived the moment. If only she could bring him back to life! Then she had it. Maybe she could bring him back to life! “All I need is a rejuvenation potion, an empty splash potion bottle, an eye of ender, and an item of his! But I have no item of his. Unless . . . a block! Of course! I can use a block that he has placed!” She thought out loud. “But he’ll have dangerously low HP (health points) when he is back; I guess I’ll have to do it in the End. Good thing I have a brewery there!”

Herobrin teleported to the End inside of her brewery, she had everything that she needed, except the block. She wandered around the floating island looking for the right cube, but then she saw it, a stack of blocks with an overhanging ledge. She knew what the simple creation was, she and the enderman king had made it together. It was a perch for the Ender dragon flying high above her head named Eclipse, when it was just a baby. Feyd had lifted Herobrin up when she was little to place the last block. She hated the thought of breaking it. But Feyd was more important than some silly old perch, made with him or not, in spite of that thought, she felt sorrow in breaking the perch full of memories. When she finished the task, she poured the potions into a cauldron and then slowly broke apart the block into little pieces (a very complicated thing to do in Minecraft, due to the block staying together when broken). Then she put the pieces in with the mix of potions. She put the eye of ender in the mix too. Then she saw that the pieces of end stone were getting dissolved. She was surprised. “To think that I’ve drunk that!” She said. She poured the bubbling potion into an empty bottle and put it onto the brewing bench. When it was done, she poured it into an empty splash potion bottle and threw it on the ground in front of her. The fragile glass surrounding the mix broke and disappeared leaving the liquid on the ground. Particles started to form in the area but then disappeared. She repeated this process many times, adding more of one thing or less of another. Down to the last block, she decided to add three balls of enderman XP (experience points). She opened an ender chest and pulled them out. Unlike her father, she could choose whether or not she wanted to change into the creature that dropped the XP. Unlike all villagers, users, monsters, and more, she could also choose not to collect the XP. But it took all of her concentration to do those two abilities, and it hurt. She threw the bottle. The particles formed like all the other times, but they didn’t flicker out like the others, they stayed and started to form a figure. When done forming, a figure stood in front of her. It was Feyd! “Feyd!” she cried. Feyd suddenly started to collapse but Herobrin caught him and teleported outside. She helped him teleport around the End so he could regain HP. They stopped when he was able to stand. “W-what happened?” He stuttered. “I thought I had died in that portal.” Herobrin answered softly, “You did. I saw it myself. I made a potion to bring you back to life!” Feyd smiled as he slowly steadied himself. Letting go of his adopted sister he said, “You truly are amazing Herobrin! Now that I’m alive, what do we do now?” “The User-that-is-not-a-user is back in history during the Great Zombie Invasion. I can sense it. So how about we go back with him and make sure he doesn’t mess up time!” “OK.” answered Feyd. “Um.” “’Um’ what?” asked Herobrin. “How are we going to get there?” questioned Feyd. “By focusing my shadow-crafting powers along with my teleportation hair piece on time traveling we can get there!” answered the girl. Feyd was impressed, “Great job Herobrin.” They then noticed that all of the endermen in the End had gathered around them; some snickering a failed suppressed laugh at how the king of the endermen was being so affectionate to Herobrin, some gaping that he was alive again, and some smiling intently; their king was back! Feyd and Herobrin shot them a glare; the endermen stopped their snickering and stood up straight. They knew that Feyd and Herobrin were very strict and when together, were an unstoppable pair.

“We need to prepare, you need food, water, weapons, and armor.” Feyd listed. Herobrin asked, clearly worried, “what about you? You still need more health.” “Don’t worry,” Feyd said with a hint of weakness in his voice. “It’ll only take a few minutes for me to regain my health.” He teleported to the base of an obsidian pillar. When he materialized he nearly fell but caught himself. Using the pillar of dark cubes for a support, he steadied himself. He looked around to see if any of his subjects had seen that weak looking moment; none had, except Herobrin. She had a worried look on her face as she disappeared. She has a good heart.He thought. But in battle or a chase for an enemy, she was a battle hardened monster.Man, I would hate to battle her!

 

Chapter 5

The Truth of the Oracle

Meanwhile, Herobrin had left to collect the items needed, worried about Feyd. Then she heard a voice. It sounded like an old woman speaking, not any old woman, the Oracle! She had never met or heard her before, but she knew that it was her. She could feel it. At first, she ignored it and kept going on with her mission. But then the music of Minecraft swelled and the voice boomed within her head. “HEROBRIN!” The Oracle yelled. Herobrin was overly annoyed. “WHAT?!” She screamed, “I’m out of patience, so, WHAT?! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” The voice returned to its calm regular tone, and then said, “You act like your father when you are angered. You are reckless and young.” Herobrin’s eyes flared dangerously bright but she took in a deep breath and let it out, her eyes their normal white. Now calm she said, “Have you just come to point out my problems?” “No. I have terrible news.” “Good!” Herobrin said with fake joy. The Oracle new the truth though, “I know that you have changed. If you were still evil you would have blocked my voice by now.” Herobrin sighed. “What is your news?” “It’s your father-” “Is he alive?” “Yes, bigger and badder than ever.” “’Badder’ is not a word.” Herobrin corrected. A smirk painted on her face. “Shut your mouth Herobrin! Stop being a smart alec!” scolded the Oracle. “I am serious! One ball of Herobrine’s XP did not fall into the lava and was collected by a Wither.” Herobrin’s smirk instantly disintegrated and was replaced by a scowl. She had respected Herobrine in her childhood. She loved him as a father when she was little. All that changed when he had yelled at her to destroy a small village and she had asked why. “You are mine to command!” He yelled, his eyes glowing bright. “You shouldn’t have to know ‘why’. You should JUST DO IT!!! Now go! I’ve wasted enough time with you already.” She knew that he was an evil virus that didn’t care if 10 monsters sacrificed themselves for him, or 10,000. He would just care that his army was smaller. She knew that he was her adopted father. Even though he had adopted her, he had no actual love for her either and treated her not as a daughter, but as one of his creations. Herobrin had a rough childhood. When she trained with the spiders they would always bully her because she looked like a user. She fought back and, of course, got into a lot of trouble. She was also bullied by the other monsters. The only ones that defended her were Shivalak and Feyd. She won all of the fights she got into with the spiders, Endermen, zombies, skeletons, and even the blazes. She learned to fight in her own way and made up her own fighting techniques and stiles. “I know what you’re thinking Herobrin. I feel sympathy in my heart for you.” The Oracle said truthfully. “OK, that’s enough flattery,” said the teenaged girl. “What else do you know about Herobrine?” The Oracle sighed then said, “He has created new monster “royalty”. Ash, the wither king and Cinder, the Wither skeleton queen. He had enough of the blaze king. He is going to create another one sometime… Herobrin-” “Why me? I will not want to kill my father!” interrupted Herobrin. “The User-that-is-not-a-user is in the past and you know it.  .  . Herobrin, you were made by Minecraft itself. You know it. What you do not know is that you are not only a virus. You were originally made by Minecraft as an anti-virus. It made you to fight Herobrine.” Herobrin’s face turned to pure shock, “What? I don’t get it. Y-you just don’t understand. If I am to take down my father, the one who found me on a hill and took me under his care and tutelage, you are truly crazy! Of course you don’t understand! You have never had a family!! ” “I am sorry for putting all this weight on your shoulders but you are the only one who can stop them. You are the ultimate anti-virus. You’re the only one.” Herobrin saw how she had hurt the old woman with her words of anger and said, “No. I am sorry, I understand. But I will neutralize him. Not kill him. I can’t do that. I have an idea, but I will need the User-that-is-not-a-user’s sister’s help. Is she playing Minecraft?”  “Yes. But to defeat Herobrine, you need to gather your own monster army, along with the villagers, I do not understand how the girl will help.” said the old woman. Herobrin had other thoughts in mind though, “What, Villagers?! No way! Never. Not those wimps. No. Nope. Not gonna happen. No thank you!” “You have to!” the Oracle said. “They will strengthen your army and will prove to be helpful.” Herobrin sighed, “I have to tell Feyd about this first. He will not like it.” The Oracle said, “I felt that disturbance within Minecraft.” Herobrin snickered at that comment. She had felt it too. But to her it didn’t feel like a disturbance, it felt wonderful. To the Oracle it meant, Feyd was back! But to Herobrin it meant, FEYD WAS BACK! “Start taking me serious girl!” snapped the woman. Herobrin’s eyes glowed bright with annoyance. The Oracle told her that she would teach her to contain the glow in her eyes and act in a way so that she would make a good impression and make the villagers like her. “I know that you’re not like your father. Your eyes don’t glow because you have evil thoughts. They glow because you have powers transferred from Herobrine.” The ancient voice said. They had to make sure that the villagers would not know that their new friend and comrade would be Herobrin, the ultimate virus.

 

Chapter 6

Gameknight’s Village

Herobrin trained for three days strait with the Oracle as her mentor, after those three days, she teleported back to the End to tell Feyd the bad news. “WHAT?!?” yelled Feyd, “Herobrine is alive?!” “Yes. We have some work to do. I need to find Monet113,” Explained Herobrin. “Ew!” joked Feyd. “Just be quiet and get an army.” Ordered the girl.  “Sure, fine, whatever,” said Feyd. “Whatever you wish almighty virus!” Herobrin was not amused, “Har har.” Feyd had one more thing on his mind first though, “Hey Brin?” “Yeah?” She turned to face him one again. “You learned to hide the glow in your eyes right? So can you do it for me? I want to see what color your eyes are.” Herobrin thought about it for a moment, “Sure. But you have to tell me what color they are.” “Ok.” She closed her eyes and released the glow in her eyes. Then she opened them again. Feyd gasped in surprise, then chuckled. “Of course Minecraft gave you that color. It wanted them to as bright as possible!  Herobrin, they’re neon green!” He said between chuckles. “Agh! How am I supposed to fit in if I look like a freak?!” Herobrin yelled, looking to the ground. Feyd’s smile disappeared, “Herobrin, you don’t look like a freak. You look beautiful; like you always are.” Herobrin looked up, walked up to him, and looked him straight in the eyes. She then, gave him a hug and squeezed him with all of her might. Feyd choked. She loosened her grip. “I have to go visit a village,” said Herobrin. She stuck her finger down her throat to gag. They both chuckled. “See ya.” She made her signature sign and left. What’s the sign? Her sign is when she makes a peace sign with her blocky fingers and saluted with it. Herobrin appeared next to Gameknight’s village’s wall. “Hah! You think a wall will stop me?” But then she had an idea, what if I visit Monet first so she can back me up if things get hot?Yeah, I should probably do that. She teleported to where she sensed Monet113 was and found her painting the sunset outside of Gameknight’s castle with Sticher. She looked over Monet’s shoulder and said, “Very pretty picture you got there.” Monet whipped around, her bow drawn. “Hiyah!” Sticher shot an arrow at Herobrin. “Shooting me is like trying to shoot an enderman in the rain.” Now it was Monet’s turn to shoot. Herobrin avoided it easily. “I already told you, it’s useless. I came to ask for some help, not to get shot at.” She caught Sticher’s arrow in mid-air, the girl’s jaws dropped as Herobrin teleported all around them to show that they were defenseless but then stopped right in front of them. “Have you ever tried to shoot an enderman in the rain? It’s even harder than it sounds. Anyway, I came here for help and all I got was arrows so I might as well go.” She turned to leave. Monet thought a minute, “Wait!” Herobrin turned on her heel, spraying gravel out from under her boot, a grin on her face, “Yes?” Sticher looked into Herobrin’s eyes and took a step back. The virus rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” Monet asked. “Long story short, Herobrine is back and wants to do his hobby: killing villagers and trying to get out of Minecraft.” Herobrin answered. Sticher went wide eyed, “ Herobrine’s dead!!! He can’t possibly still be alive! Herobrin groaned with impatience, “Look. Let me water this down for your little minds; Herobrine is alive, a friend and I are going to try to stophim, and I am going to try to get the help of the villagers! Get it now?” Monet and Sticher looked at each other. “O-okay. But first you have to go see Crafter. I’ll go get him,” said Sticher. “Monet, could you stay here with. . . what’s your name?” Herobrin was caught off guard, “Uh… just call me. . .” Suddenly she heard a voice whisper in her ear, “Diamond.” “What?!” Sticher and Monet stared in curiosity at Herobrin. “What did you say?” Monet looked interested. “Uhh…” “Diamond. Tell them to call you Diamond.” “Never mind that. Just call me- uh- Diamond.” Sticher’s eyes clouded with doubt. “Oooookaaaay.” The young villager turned around and started to run to the village.

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Feyd was getting tired of teleporting from monster cave to monster cave. I’d better stop before I get so tired that I miss and teleport into a wall! He thought as he realized the wisdom of the words. He decided to go back to the End and recharge.

He materialized by the bedrock perch of Eclipse, the Ender Dragon. All of a sudden, he heard laughter coming from a distance behind the bedrock perch. He looked over to see five or six Endermen and Enderwomen standing in a semi-circle up against one of the obsidian pillars. At least a dozen other Endermen were watching from a little way behind. The Enderman King decided to find out what was going on and teleported beside one of the onlookers. “What’s going on here?” He questioned his fellow monster. The Enderman looked at him with worried eyes. “Shallow and his gang are back and are taunting Shade!” Feyd’s pupiless eyes widened in shock.Shallow’s back? But- but he was banished!

Shallow looked like any other Enderman but wasn’t like most of them were. He was a young Enderman who caused trouble wherever he went. He was banished for treason against all of the Enderman race. Shallow had intended to kill Feyd and take over the crown. But, of course, Herobrine wouldn’t permit that action to take part, so he banished Shallow form the End; but not before the schemer killed the only Endergirl (what girl Endermen are called by other Endermen) that Feyd loved. He didn’t want Feyd to get married and have heirs to the throne. He could only come back once every week to recharge and get out. Now he had returned and was just asking for a beating.

Feyd’s eyes glowed bright with anger. “SHALLOW!” The young Enderman in the middle of the group turned and looked Feyd straight in the eyes. “Ah! Feyd, my friend! How are you?” “What are you doing?” Feyd kept his tone stern and commanding. As he walked over to Shallow the Endermen watching and the Endermen in the half-circle moved out of his way. “Just having some lovely time in the End,brother.” The red monster’s voice grew to almost a low growl. “Don’t you dare call me brother after what you did.” Feyd pushed past Shallow only to see an Endergirl staring at him. Her purple-white eyes looked so polished that he could almost see his reflection in them. Shallow pushed past Feyd and said, “This is my sister: Shade. I was just trying to get her to understand that we have been out of the End for so long that I think that it is time that I get another chance.” Feyd was lost in thought when he said, “Your sister was banished too?” “Of course! Any of my living family members were banished with me.” Shallow leaned in closer so that his mouth was right by Feyd’s ear, “Even the innocent… and blind ones.” The crowd gasped and the words were carried around. A blind Enderman!

 

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Herobrin was fantastically deep in thought when they entered the crafting chamber of Gameknight999’s village. “Who is this?” Hunter appeared from around a corner and stopped to stand right in front of Herobrin. “A new weirdo I see.” Herobrin just stopped herself from making aa sharp reply back; she couldn’t afford to have one of the heroes of the village hate har already.

After her story was told Herobrin saw that there was what had to be at least half the village staring at the girl with white hair and neon eyes. Suddenly, Hunter stepped forward and looked her straight in the eyes. “How do we know we can trust you?” She turned and looked and addressed the villagers gathered in the chamber. “How can we trust this random girl to walk right into our village and just trust her?!” She turned again to Herobrin, “I say we don’t.”

A young villager boy at about the age of 15, looked at the strange girl with narrowed eyes. He felt like something strange was coming off of her. Like a strange aura. Then, he felt it. This is one of Herobrine’s monsters coming to try to destroy us all from the inside! Then he heard the music of Minecraft swell more when villagers started to agree with Hunter. That must be the music of Minecraft saying yes as well! He began to draw his sword and stalked slowly around until he was behind the girl. Hunter was still talking about distrust and about how Herobrine had tortured the villagers of their server and how he was now dead. Suddenly, the boy jumped out from behind the pillar he was hiding behind and sliced with all of his might. The girl turned back and held her hands over her face as Crafter and Digger pulled him away from her. There was a commotion starting around the crafting chamber. He tried to pull away and explain but Digger held both of his arms behind him as Crafter ran up to the girl. But when he put his hand on her shoulder to help her up, she turned her head to stare right at the boy with glowing white eyes!

 

Chapter 7

Herobrine’s Return