Prologue
In the time when Mincraft was young and the creator Notch was leading the fedgling world, there was a minecraftian. This is not a story about the first mincraftian, Steve. Nay it was about a different person who's name is long forgotten even by its owner. He would always lurk in the shadows wishing for a better world where there were no hostile mobs nor Herobrine. he worked hard to make the finest weapons and armor to try his luck defeating the nightmare that was Herobrine for if there is no Herobrine, there is no hostile mobs. One day, without anyone knowing, he left to face the nightmare. He never return that night or even the following years. Many in his village thought he had died and made a small grave near the old church. But that is not quite what happened, not quite.
The minecraftian had found Herobrine and lost, thrown into the dreaded world known as the Nether, stripped of his armor and tools. Though he did not die, he did slowly lose his mind to the Nether and forgot who he once was. Now he was a wandering, insane soul, with a cold laugh that sent chills down all the other mobs spines. The Pigmen in particularly avoided him and his ever changing appearance.
He started off as a regular looking man, had a simple, hooded, white robe on that reach just below his knees. The robe-clad mincraftian also had a leather belt and a leather strap that went over his shoulder and across his chest, connected at the front with an iron ring. His eyes had been blue and his skin a pale tan, but soon his eyes bled into a crimson red without pupils and his skin blackened to that of Enderman standards. Soon enough his robes became torn and burnt in places as he continued to change . The Pigmen,Though, first started worrying when he started muttering nonsense to himself and to random objects. He terrified them more when a started going into unpredictible bursts of rage, killing anything in his path with his growing sharp claws. They left him alone after all that and fled upon seeing him. For twenty-six years this went on in the Nether and twenty-six years he was drawn deeper into his insanity. And after twenty-six years did another mincraftian land into the Nether, bringing light and hope with him...
A/N i should probably be doing my other stories, but meh... so you like or not like?