Prologue: He was having a nice time playing with this one, she was holding up so well against his mental assault. But he

would

eventually get to her. In time, she

would

crack. He would never admit it, but it would be best to have her if he was going to take over Minecraftia. He

would

crack her, and it would be

soon.

Chapter 1: She kept hearing his voice in her head, in her dreams, everywhere. She couldn't concentrate, so she was failing every single class at Creepercraft Junior High, except that one where they learned about Herobrine and his mobs and stuff like that. Well, she wasn't failing magic... it was her second-best subject. Here's a copy of the schedule, by the way-

7:45-8:30 Crafting 101

8:35-9:40 Magic

9:45-10:30 Gym, combat practice

10:35-11:40 Herobrine and Hostile Mobs

11:45-12:30 History of famous Minecraft Figures

12:35-1:40 survivial skills

1:45-2:30 villagers and other passive mobs

2:35-2:40 pack-up and dismissal

By the time it was 2:40, she was exhausted. She couldn't wait to get home and have a lovely little chat with the voice in her head( Herobrine). She'd learned enough from her classes to recognize the voice as Herobrine's. Speaking of which...

Kill them. Kill them all... Herobrine's raspy voice said. Avenge me.

" I'm not gonna kill anyone, Herobrine." Aroura said.

At least torture someone.

" No."

Not even a little bit?

" No."

Why not?

" Because I'm not you. I don't,have never and never will torture or kill someone. I know you think the players are evil greedy power-hungry cat-brainwashing losers, and I do too, but killing and torturing and terrifying them isn't the answer."

You're no fun. Herobrine whined. Aroura could imagine his face, sticking out his toungue and crossing his arms like a little kid.

" I know that the players are losers, but I believe in reasoning with them so that they stop killing our mobs, building structures in the middle of our land, etc. Now, stop trying to convince me that they deserve to be killed and leave me alone." Aroura said, abruptly ending the conversation, as she had just arrived at her house in the local Aether village. Unfortunately, the village was inside Herobrine's Valley, which made his voice louder and harder to ignore.

She entered her house and fed her baby enderdragon, who had followed her home after that class field trip to the end. Here's the picture of it hatching after the egg had floated after her for a week. She had named it Endie. A chicken freaked out when Endie hatched. It had a chicken heart attack.

Aroura had taught the baby enderdragon how to fly, she was part enderdragon ( long story) and Endie had learned everything she had to teach him in the first three hours of makeshift dragon flight school.

Endie was no longer a baby, more like a 12-year-old in dragon years.

Aroura cuddled Endie and plopped down on her couch and clicked on the TV. She watched The Creeper Chronicles and by then, it was time for her and Endie to go to sleep. Herobrine told her so.

Aroura, time for bed. You'll need your rest if you're gonna join my army tomorrow. It is a long, hard initiation and-

Aroura cut him off. " I never said I would join your army, even if I am more or less on your side." That ended the conversation, and Aroura headed to her room to get some sleep.

Chapter 2: That night, Aroura dreamt of the players. She guessed it was Herobrines reminder of how evil they are and all that stuff. She saw visions of Steve pulling a bloody sword out of a zombie in the middle of the night. She saw him feeding an ocelot fish over and over until it turned into a brainwashed cat, and then him naming it "Dagger" Seriously, who does that? She saw him turning the warrior-like wolves into his minions, forcing them to fight his battles and get wounded or even die in the process. She saw several players plunging their swords into a crippled enderdragon. Poor thing. Then she woke up.

Players really were cruel. She could see Herobrine's reasoning. The players killed, so they deserved to be Herobrine was right.

Aroura couldn't make up her mind. The players were greedy killers, but Herobrine's philosophy made him not much better than them. Maybe some sword practice would clear her head. She picked up her enchanted unbreakable Aether diamond sword and headed over to the combat arena. When she got there, she made a straw dummy and placed it on a stand of bone; so that it wouldn't fall and also to imitate the presence of a spine. She swung, her sword a blur in the torchless arena her movements dimly lit by the presence of the purple magic candles she had brought.