That day still haunts me. The day I lost everything. My home, my friends. My parents, and it's all because of him. Herobrine. My one goal in life is to make sure he gets what he deserves. I don't care if it is the last thing I do. I will get my revenge. If I fail, at least I will be with my parents.
I was only eight years old when my life practically ended. I was outside with my brother. I was practicing my archery, while Cole, my brother, was playing with his wooden sword. That day, Herobrine was going to visit my parents, to lecture them about failing in their mission. My father, who was a wither skeleton, like Cole, was going on about how great of an honor it is to have Herobrine, our master, come to our house in the Nether.
Herobrine was enraged that my parents had failed their task of killing Steve's parents during their visit to the Nether. He had told them that as a punishment, they weren't allowed to visit the overworld. This made my mom upset. She was a normal skeleton, like me, and we had family there. She said something that made him even angrier.
Herobrine had completely lost it. Cole and I heard a women screaming, and rushed inside.
When we had got there, Herobrine was gone, but our parents laid there, red for a second, and then turned into a puff of smoke. That was when my life started going down the toilet.