Chapter one

The night was quiet as Herobrine walked through the woods, the moans of the zombies and skeletons trailed behind him. His army refused to let him out of their sight ever since he disappeared a month ago, only to turn up horribly injured with a human. But the demi-god couldn't care; they gave him a wide berth and kept their moaning low so their master could enjoy his stroll. He looked up at the night sky, watching the twinkling stars; the moon itself could not out shine them on this night for it was a new moon. 'I am one of the few who may enjoy such a night in the woods.'

But the demi-god's frown only deepened at the thought and he looked away from the sky, kicking at a rock on the ground. "Why did I bother coming out here?" Herobrine growled lowly. "If I wished to see the stars I would have had a better view from my room back at the mansion." He turned around, tempted to head back. "I am in no mood for hunting, and no mortals have been daring enough to catch my interest." With out another thought, Herobrine started heading back to the mansion but stopped when he heard a sound. He glanced over his shoulder, curious as to what it was.

A cackling laughed pierced the night followed by the shattering of a glass bottle. Herobrine hissed as he grabbed his head where the bottle had hit him, and tried to shake the potion off of him. It soaked into his skin and clothes,as well as burning his skin a little. Growling, the demi-god pointed in the direction where the witch had taken off. "I want the Witch found and dragged to the dungeon! Do to her what you wish, but I want her alive so that I may end her life how I wish!"

"Yes sir!" The small army behind him yelled in unison before taking off into the forest.

Herobrine turned with a grunt and stormed back to his mansion and threw open the doors. An Enderman stood there waiting for him by the stairs, and the demi-god took his shirt off and tossed it at the black creature. "A witch attacked me with a bottle of something, and I want to know what it was." He growled as he started up the stairs.

"I'm guessing that this wasn't the only thing to soil your night?" The Enderman asked, looking up at his master.

"I don't want to talk about it Thorin." Herobrine sighed and didn't turn back.

"And where will I find you when I am done?" Thorin asked, as his master started moving up another flight of stairs.

"My room."

"But my lord, the moon has only just risen!" Thorin was shocked by this, normally Herobrine loved to be out hunting on nights like this.

"I do not care!" The demi-god yelled down to the Enderman, as he continued his way.

Herobrine sat on the edge of his bed and stared at his hands. This mood he had been in for the past few weeks didn't seemed to be lifting anytime soon. On most nights he was able to forget it, in exchange for hunting some stupid human who happened to catch his white eyes. But tonight, it was simply getting worse, and he had a feeling he knew the reason why.

Though he would never say it to anyone, not even his brother who had diagnosed his mood; but he missed Steve. Ever since the last time he had seen the miner, this rut he was in only seemed to get deeper; with the odd bit of entertainment. But he was not sure as to what he should do about it. His army would not leave him be and even if they did, what would he do, just walk up to the miner's house and ask if he wanted to do something? The concept of friends was still a new thing for him and he wasn't sure what to do about it. There was a gentle knock on the door and Herobrine sighed, closing his eyes. "Enter."

The door creaked open and Thorin walked in with the demi-god's shirt, washed and dried. "The zombies and skeletons have reported back my lord, they could not find the witch." The demi-god sighed again and opened his glowing white eyes as if to say 'that is it?' "We are still looking into the potion she used on you, but I took the liberty to wash and dry your shirt for you." The Enderman placed the folded shirt on a dresser; he looked back at his lord to see the other simply nod. Thorin walked back to the door ready to leave when he remembered something else, he looked at his master with a slight smile. "I have also spoken with the zombies and skeletons, as well as some of the other Enderman. And they have agreed to give you your space back."

A small smile formed over the demi-god's lips at hearing this and he looked over at his faithful servant. "Thank you Thorin. That is just one more thing I no longer need to worry about." Thorin bowed slightly at the comment. Herobrine was about to add to it but suddenly felt tired and drained. "Thorin you may go now; I wish to be alone with my thoughts." The Enderman bowed again and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Herobrine placed a hand to his head as another wave hit him. "What is wrong with me? I should not feel this drained." Slowly he started to lie down in his bed. "Maybe if I just close my eyes for a moment." The demi-god had not meant to fall asleep but it was exactly what happened.

Steve chipped away at the rock walls of his mine. He knew it was well into night; but the mine was well lit and he already planned to mine through the night and head back to his house sometime in the morning. Placing broken pieces the of cobblestone in the chest right behind him, the miner continued to chip away at the wall. The only reason he had to be down here at all was to find ores to trade, and he had found lots of iron and coal. He was hoping to find redstone or lapis, maybe even gold; because they sold for quite a bit and any diamonds he would make into tools and sell what was left.

But Steve's reason for being down here so late was he had nothing better to do. He missed having someone to hang around with; sure there were plenty of people in the village, but he hadn't been through as much with them as he had with someone else. Yet he wasn't about to go up to the demi-god's mansion and knock on the door just to say, 'Hey want to go catch a Blocksketball game together?' The miner chuckled to himself. "Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well. Probably get the door slammed in my face."

Though he didn't miss the constant worry that the demi-god would be found out. He had to admit that his life was a lot more boring without Herobrine. So, the miner continued to chip away at the wall in order to keep himself busy. Who knows, maybe something exciting would happen soon.

A/n: new story, I'm glad people enjoyed Danger so much so here's the sequel. hope you guys like this as much as you Danger. proofread by AngelWingz66.