Minecraft: Herobrine's Reign
By Daggershard
Hello, Daggershard here! Now, I've recently read a story called Minecraft: Ultimate by an author on called snaps10, and I became inspired to write my own Minecraft fanfic! Now, I'm desperately sorry for the delay on updating my other stories, so please don't hate me. Now, on with the show…
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Minecraft, nor any of the original characters created by the Minecraft creators! I also do not own the following characters: Snaps, Dragon, or Ranger. Those characters were created and owned by snaps10! This is the only time I will say this! I DO own the following characters: Oakon, Electro, Billy, Drake, and Dan!
CHAPTER ONE: Just A Peaceful Evening… NOT!
As Oakon, a young 18-year-old nomadic wanderer, was walking around in a small village, a big, heavy backpack in his shoulders, he spotted a small yet decent-looking two-story hotel near the market he just bought some food at. He walked in, a smile on his face, and laid some cash on the front desk, immediately getting the tired-looking receptionist's attention.
"One room please." Oakon asked.
"How long will you be staying?" the receptionist asked in a sleepy voice.
"One to three nights, depending on the weather." Oakon said, and he began to get anxious.
"Okay, here's your room key. Hope you have a nice day." The receptionist yawned.
"Thanks!" Oakon said, and he headed to his room on the second floor.
Later, the sky had turned into a beautiful mix of purples, oranges, and reds, and Oakon had just finished taking a hot shower. As he was drying his hair, he looked at himself in the full-length mirror. His long, dirty-blond hair was all frizzled from the humidity in the room, and his bright green eyes were practically glowing. He had a boyishly handsome face, and a pretty good muscular build for an 18-year-old, but it wasn't perfect. He had a long, pick scar from his right shoulder to his brachioradialis on his right arm. Everyone stared at it when they see him, so, for modesty's sake; he wore a bandage on his whole arm to avoid being questioned.
As he walked out of the bathroom, he saw a large, red wolf sitting on his bed, ripping apart his backpack. Both angry and afraid, he ran across the room, jumped over the wolf and the bed, did a summersault, and picked up his custom-made torch-staff. It was a weapon that looked like an oversized torch with a spear-like tip at the end. He pointed the spear end at the wolf and charged. The wolf jumped off the bed, the backpack still in its maw, and ran at Oakon.
The boy dived out of the way and managed to stab the wolf's side, a large gash forming and crimson blood staining the beast's fur. The animal collapsed, literally howling with pain. Oakon got up and ran at the wolf,