Over a thousand years ago an outcrop of nether rack pushed up from the ground. The earthquake that came with its arrival alerted the near by village of its presence. The village residence were starving and hungery due to a long time drought. The chief was weak and could not stand so he sent his most fit warriors to investigate.

As the warriors drew closer they became baffled. The outcrop was of some kind of material they had never seen before. The wind picked up and with it came an ancient voice.
"Climb it" it said
The warriors, a little flustered, began to climb the outcrop.

Upon reaching the top a bright light appeared. The warriors covered their eyes as the light intensified. They opened their eyes when the light faded to a gentle glow. Before them was a shrine made of gold and ruby blocks. They looked at the shrine in amazement, having never seen such beautiful things before. Before the warriors could do anything a man appeared before them. He was evenly tanned with dark ruffled hair and a goatee. He had on dark blue jeans, grey boots and a teal shirt. He looked normal but what threw them off was his pure with eyes.
"Do not be frightened my friends," he said with a calm smile. "I am here to help you."
The warriors looked at each other before beckoning the man to follow them.

They led him to the village and into the Chief's hut. The chief gasped in surprise. He had only heard of the man before him in legends but never believed he was real. Herobrine was standing by his death bed.
"It was the distress of your soul that brought me here." Said Herobrine sensing the Chiefs shock. "What is your dying wish?"
The chief, still shaken up, thought about the gods offer.
"I wish to breathe life into this land again. To bring my people the water and crops they so desperately need." He said weakly.
The God nodded, understanding the Chiefs request. "This come at a price," he said "I can not give life without taking life."
The chief nodded and agreed.
"Tabith." He called. A young man in his early twenties came and knelt by the Chiefs bed, his eyes full of sorrow. The chief struggled to sit up. When he was up right he removed his talisman and placed it around the Tabith's neck.
"I have one last request to you my apprentice." The chief said. "I wish for you to carry me to where Herobrine came from and help him conduct the ritual." Tabith bowed his head.

As Tabith walked behind Herobrine carrying his dying mentor, the village folk followed them. Each one was dressed in black. Each one thought about the Chiefs final words to them.
Do not cry my people. With my death will come your salvation.
His words rang in their heads. They couldn't help but cry.

The villagers stayed at the base of the outcrop as Tabith and Herobrine climbed magically appearing stairs. When they reached the top a alter of netherbrick appeared at the base of the shrine. Tabith lay the chief on the alter and took a step back. Herobrine stepped up to the chief with an a book bound in pigmen skin and opened it. When he reached the desired page he began to chant out something in a long dead language. The chief began to glow as in a gasp his soul was seperated from his body. The Chiefs soul looked at Tabith on last time before exploding. The soul dust rained down onto the land. The villagers rejoiced as water rushed through the dried river bed once more and crops flurished.
Tabith looked in amazement as it started to rain.
He bowed to Herobrine.
"Thank you Lord Herobrine. Is their anything you ask in return?"
Herobrine motioned for him to stand. "While the soul of your chief saved the land, his soul will burn out soon."
Tabiths eyes widened.
"In order to replenish the magic you must bring the heads of 20 virgins and place them on the shrine every 21 years." He explained "and on the harvest moon of the twenty first year you must bring a live virgin and place them on the alter. And at midnight of harvest day I will return to do the ritual. Do you understand?"
Tabith nodded his head.
"Good. Now return to your people. You have something to celebrate." And with that Herobrine disappeared. Tabith returned to the village. And thus began the cycle of 21 years.