The rewrite has begun! Not many changes were needed in this chapter! So here it is; Chapter 1 refurbished in all it's glory!

I do believe the disclaimer is due though~

Hero||I-D Does not own Minecraft, Steven, or I

Steve|| They only own the plot

Kane|| ANNNND Me of course!

Running through the rain in the pitch dark was not on Kane Ichorus' to-do list; yet here he was, doing just that. The sound of footsteps, though vaguely drowned out by the rain, could still be heard behind him as the chaser picked up their pace. The younger participant of this game of tag could imagine the pleased smirk he knew was most likely pasted to his stalkers face. A low chuckle sounded from behind him, accompanied by a soft yet malicious voice.

"Come now, I only want to have a little fun."

Faster. Faster. Damn it run faster!

The snap of a twig cracking beneath one's foot. The quick breathing of one out of breath. Right as he thought he had lost his follower, Kane froze in horror as two white eyes shone through the rainy night only feet in front of him. He backed up, only to find a sadistic smirk creeping over the being's face.

"It's useless trying to run away. Why do you keep trying to do so?"

As his back hit against the trunk of a large tree, he thought it was all over. He was going to die right here and now, and no one would ever find out what had happened. 'Not that anyone would care...', he thought, eyes closing, awaiting the final blow that would end it all. That was what he thought, until he heard a noise like that of a strangled yelp. As he looked up, he noticed that the white-eyed man was nowhere to be seen. Needless to say he didn't wait to find out what had happened. He took off at a run back through the woods, dodging the mobs that had stayed away up until their so called "master" left the scene. Now they gravitated towards him like an untamed wolf after a flock of sheep, slowly closing in to make their strike. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kane sighed in relief as the village he lived in came into vision. He quietly made his way home, not wanting to cause any trouble by waking those who were asleep.

When he reached his house, he silently walked through the door, shut it, and made a beeline for his bedroom. Not long after he collapsed onto his bed did the welcoming curtain of darkness took over, and the male drifted off, not even having bothered to change from his wet, muddy attire.

~Morning~

Sun filtered through the window directly behind the sleeping man, casting out shadow's grip on the room. Blinking his eyes open, Kane sat up, rubbing his temple with a two fingers. "Uggh... I'm never staying out late again..." he mumbled, pushing himself out of bed. After discarding his now dried clothes, the mud crusted onto them, he got dressed and looking through the only food items he had left and also the state his old cracking stone sword was in, he started out the door to go visit some of the other residents of the village to get some things. It wasn't very busy today actually. The main commotion came from the village's younger children messing around in the wheat fields, or chasing each other through herds of livestock. Smiling at the sight, he continues on till he reached the blacksmith, almost running into someone he'd never seen before. The man had a cyan blue shirt, old jeans, and gray shoes, accompanied by smoothed-down brown hair and blue eyes, going well with his tannish complexion. He appeared so familiar to Kane, but the boy couldn't place the recognition. It appeared that he was talking about getting a new pickaxe, and Kane could tell why. The one the guy held was cracked in many places, being a stone pick.

Kane waited patiently till the newcomer was finished before walking over, only to be introduced by the village blacksmith to the visitor.

"There you are Kane... Needing a new Sword I suppose? Or are you just getting your old faithful repaired?" inquired Raphael, the village's smithy

Kane smiled " Just getting a repair if your not too busy."

"Oh, not at all! Not at all! I was just talking with mister Steven here. He just moved to the area, and so I was giving him a few tips as well as talking about arrangements for a new pickaxe."

Kane nodded, turning to the other male" I'm assuming your Steven? Nice to meet you, I'm Kane Ichorus."He said, extending his hand

Steve took his hand, shaking it before talking "Yes I am, and the same to you!"

"So what brings you to the area?"

Steve's smiled faltered for just a second before answering "Oh...well... My brother stays around this area and I kinda wanted to make sure he was okay as he hasn't been dropping in as often..."

Kane nodded in understanding. He used to miss his brother at times... he still misses his brother, even though they weren't of the same flesh. Kane quickly shook any thoughts of this from his head;he didn't need those pesky memories bothering him again. Looking back at Steven, he forced a smile "Well, if you need any tips or such on the surrounding area, let me know. I know this place like the back of my hand."

Steve smiled "That I'll do! Thank you very much! See you guys around!" replied the newcomer after paying for his new pick. As he walked off, Kane watched him closely. He still looked familiar but the black haired boy could swear he'd never met the guy. He left his sword with Raphael, paying for the repairs, before continuing on to pick up some other things before heading home, mind riddled with questions on this new guy and how he got the feeling he knew him.

Steven sighed, exiting the village without anymore odd looks. As he walked through the forest, he began to wonder if coming here had been such a good idea at all. He knew that with one look at him, people got suspicious of the familiarity he had to his middle brother, but it wasn't his fault he was the way he was! As he rounded a corner of trees which hid his small house from sight, he nearly jumped out of his clothes from surprise. Leaning casually against his front door was Herobrine. After regaining his composure, he walked over, stopping in front of the being with an annoyed look.

"Will you EVER stop doing that?" he asked, frustration ringing clear as a bell in his voice.

The demigod-being simply shrugged, moving his gaze to his little human brother. He studied him a minute before opening his mouth, his voice taking on a deeper but kinder tone than it had been the previous night whilst chasing that human through the woods.

"How did your little trip to the village go?"

Steve pushed past the demigod into his house, putting away his items before flopping onto a couch made out of wool and wood. He grunted, waving his hand in a "fifty-fifty" manner.

"That bad huh?"

There we have it folks! Chapter 1 under my belt for the second time!Hope you can spot the differences, I tried to improve lol. Anyways, as always have a great week, day, year, millennia, idk whatever,

Insane-Discord~