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Prologue

Time.

Time is always ignored when one seemed to gain pleasure from everything around him.

Time matters little as people dances, forgetting that the clock is ticking, blinded by the party, the happiness, the music.

Time seems to be something that passed for no greater purpose. Time is tend forgotten and less appreciated by many.

And Herobrine regrets it.

He started to realize it when he curled down on the pavement, coughing and retching as he felt himself being ripped open by something unseen. It was like everything has stopped, and every light vanish. The Nether is no longer burning fierce with orange flames. It is now a cold, godforsaken hell, crumbling to ashes and dirt. Crumbling into nothing.

In a book of Prophecies, Notch did say that the Overworld will not last forever. There will be the day where everything will be enveloped in eternal darkness. There will be time the sun, the moon, the stars... Everything will disappear, and the The Overworld will follow. For it is something he created, it shall never be there forever, as much as he was concerned. There will be an end, he said, but Herobrine does not believe it. There was never an end for what his brother created, of course. What was he thinking? Notch will not end whatever he has created, no. He loves everyone, then why would he create an end?

The powerful being slowly stood up as snowflakes landed on his face, melting on the surface of his skin upon contact. Clutching the tattered leather around his shoulders to cover what was left of him, he wiped the forming droplets on his face and exhaled deeply through his nostrils, breathing out a thin layer of vapor as he does so. It has been eighteen hours, twenty-three minutes, and thirty-one seconds after the end started, and he felt even more exhausted and cold than ever. Momentarily, he felt a chill running down his spine, and Herobrine shivered from the extreme weather. Such weather like this has never occurred in the Overworld before.

And it shall never occur again.

"Herobrine,"

The Nether King slowly turned to look at one of his companion. Well, he was not certainly a companion of his. He was just a lowly miner. A person he would always wish to kill.

Now it does not matter anymore.

Now that the end is nigh, everyone is equal.

"Here," Steve said as he offered the being a leather tunic and leather boots. Herobrine eyed them for some seconds before nodding in gratitude and accepted them, wearing them to keep himself warm. Steve has his leather helmet and his own tunic and boots on, and he sat down beside Herobrine, breathing on his exposed hands to keep them from freezing off. Herobrine sighed as he felt less cold from before, and slowly slid down and leans on the stone block behind him, looking at the darkness looming above them. There are no stars, no moon, and no sun. It was just complete darkness. Blank white eyes dimmed slightly at the loss. He used to be fond of darkness. Seemed like he is no longer interested in it.

Steve also lay down beside him, closing his eyes and lolled his head back against the thick snow. Herobrine turned his gaze to the human. He seemed tense, and frightened. Despite his regular breaths, he was shutting his eyes a bit too hard, and he whimpered once in a while. Perhaps it is from the cold, but he does not really believe it.

"Steve," Herobrine called out, sitting as he does and his doppelganger's amethyst eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Yes?"

"What do you think will happen after all of this?" He murmured, turning his gaze at the dark silhouette of the mountains ahead of him.

"What do you think?" Steve mumbles. "Everything ends."

"Is it what you wish for? An end to everything?"

"Goodness me, of course no," The miner sat up as well. "I... I just could not really believe I would live to see the world ends."

"I did not believe it would happen. At the very least, I wish I could stop believing that an end will happen."

"...Notch told you, right?" Steve sighed, propping himself up with one elbow, also looking at the darkness in front of him. The snow is about a block tall now, and it is not very comfortable to lie down in the open in this condition, with the cold and all.

Herobrine bit his lower lip. Although he wanted to, he has no ability to muster his power to call out for the God. Of course, he does not want to only save himself, but his new companions, and those who still survived. They had lost so much already; it is just not fair for anyone. The terrible pain he felt earlier must be his powers ripped away from him. He is now a mortal, a human; a half-ill human. He felt very weak, and he felt hopeless.

Perhaps everyone also felt the same way.

"...What now?"

Steve's raspy voice made the former Nether King turn at him, with a face of a hopeless man. Steve looked back at those eyes. They are the same now. Cold, hungry, hopeless, and human. They shared a look of sadness and pain, before Herobrine looked away, and breathed out, before getting up.

"We try and live," He assured, in his usually authoritative tone. "We will get the hell out of this. There is no way Notch will create an end. I will try and reason with him before we all perish. After all, he is still my brother. What kind of brother will abandon his own family and creations?"

"...I see." Steve sighed, resting his head back to the snow. "...Where is that creeper?"

Herobrine turned to his side to see the creeper Steve mentioned, lying on its side and huddling close to a sleeping villager. It seemed awake, but made no sound and tried its best to stay as warm as possible, since it can no longer explode. The villager made some move to pull the leather closer and also warm himself. The sight made him sick of everything that has happened. Sick of this world.

"He's with that villager." He turned at the former miner. "...We should rest as well, Steve."

"...I can't sleep," Steve muttered. "...Look, I'll just lie down and rest the best I can, okay?"

The former King did not answer. Instead, he eyed of what was left in Minecraft, a question linger in his head.

Where is their God now...?

Another idea of a story I am working on!

No, it does not concern any religion. It is just from an idea formed suddenly in my mind about Minecraft ending.

I am not sure if I will update this a lot, mainly because 'Herobrine' is a hit and I'm just not really sure about this one.

So what happened? Why is Herobrine so troubled and compassionate, instead of being all bloodthirsty? Why is Notch doing this?

But if you like it, let me know in the reviews, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this fanfiction.

Thanks for reading!