Herobrine Reborn

Part One: Blast Radius

I Jump Off A Cliff

It was a perfect day.

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and flowers were blooming.

In other words, the perfect day to go jumping off cliffs.

Let me explain.

It started up when my sister ran along the edge of a ravine without any worries about the fifty-block drop or the seven block wide lava pool at the bottom of the cliff.

She's always doing stuff like that.

"Cal!" I yelled. "Cal, get away from that cliff!"

She merrily skipped around, smiling brightly at me. "Don't worry, Toni. I'll be fine."

"That's what you said when you burned down the lodge," I muttered.

My sister was a reckless daredevil who loved to cause trouble. She got sent to the office so often it would make sense if she left a change of clothes and a bed there, so she could relax while being chewed out by the principal.

Once she pissed off the gym teacher by throwing a snowball that actually turned out to be an ice-ball at him.

He was knocked out for an hour. When he came to his senses, he let loose a stream of obscenities, which kind of surprised us.

She got sent to the office. Cal, I mean. not the teacher. (though maybe he sould've been the one going to the office, because those curses were the most colorful things' I'd ever heard.)

Another time she got in trouble in math because of her sassiness.

The math teacher had said, "A witch has seventeen harming potions. She throws seven of them at a villager. What is left?"

Cal had responded, "A dead villager."

I suppose she was correct in some way, but she still got sent to the office.

She was also pretty hot, and most of the boys at school had crushes on her. But she never felt attracted to them, since most boys are pretty immature and mostly just goof around and make dirty jokes.

(Which is weird, since that's what she does all the time.)

But this time she was especially being an idiot. Why would she go anywhere near a ravine? It's basically an unspoken rule that no one except miners and brave heroes go near ravines. Also, there were lots of monsters in ravines in general, so going near a ravine was a bad idea.

Cal rolled her eyes. "Toni, you are such a bore, you know that? Let the monsters come. I'll destroy them all!"

She's right, in the half-wrong, half-right way she is. I like to think I'm the exact opposite of Cal. I always listen to the adults, I always obey rules, and I get top grades in all my classes.

She calls me a bore, and for good reason.

It's actually kind of lonely sometimes. The girls will tell me to do some thing and then I say no, saying that it'll get me in trouble. Then they walk away and talk about me behind my back, calling me a goody-goody and a scaredy-cat.

It hurts.

The howl of a wolf snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Cal, we should leave. It's turning dark." I said nervously, looking around.

Cal scowled at me. "Just a few more minutes, okay?"

My voice grew tense. "Cal-"

"Alright, fine-"

"CAL!"

She turned to see an arrow flying through the air towards her. She would have been impaled if I hadn't yanked her out of the way.

I swore. I didn't have anything, apart from a few wooden planks left over from building class.

The arrow hit the ground, the end of the arrow quivering.

"GO!" I yelled.

I heard the clatter of bones, the moans of the zombies.
"I knew we shouldn't have come here" I said, scowling. "Come on, Cal. We need to get-"

I turned to see a zombie blocking the way.

I ducked as it swung at the air. Suddenly I heard a cry of pain. I swiveled around.

Cal had been shot through the leg with an arrow, and crumpled. I pulled her to her feet.

"Cal!" I cried. A zombie lumbered towards her, moaning.

I dashed forwards and punched the zombie. The monster was knocked backwards, moaning. I punched it again, and it flew off the edge and fell into the lava.

It sank beneath the surface silently, quietly gurgling bubbles.

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she put her arm around my shoulder. We sprinted/limped away. In the distance, I saw a bridge leading across the ravine. Maybe we could hide or run away somewhere and wait until daytime.

We changed course, sprinting towards the bridge. A zombie lumbered towards me, and I punched it in the face.

As we ran, I noticed more and more monsters pooling out of the forests. A dozen zombies, two skeletons, and a witch (for some reason).

Not that I was counting.

We finally got to the bridge and ran across. "Go! GO!" I urged, lugging her along like a sack of beetroots. She was only half-conscious now. I glanced behind us. The monsters were gaining on us. A arrow hit the ground inches from my head.

The thing that did me in was then I was so preoccupied with what was behind us I forgot to think about what was ahead of me.

Henceforth, we ran metaphorically and literally into doom.

I looked forward just to see a creeper expanding, starting to glow...

I barely had any time to throw down two wooden blocks between us before the creeper exploded.

There was a blinding flash of light, and I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I flew into the air, blinding me with smoke.

I plummeted towards the ground, and everything went black.

?-?-?

The smell of smoke.

Something's burning.

A red glow fills the room. It is not unlike the glow made by fire.

A horrible laugh fills the room.

"This is what is to come, child."

The dream changes.

This time, the surroundings are completely pitch black.

A man with a beard suddenly appears in front of her.

He looks at her, completely serious.

He opens his mouth and vanishes.

"Stop Klith."

Pain fills her head.

She screams.

Black.

?-?-?

I woke with a start.

Every single spot on my body hurt. I noticed it was daytime.

Had I been here all night? My parents must be frantic.

That thought jolted me into action. I sat up instantly, and heard a 'crack' sound in my back. I winced.

Did I break my spine?

I did a quick check and cleverly deduced that my back was not, in fact, broken.

Then a thought burst into my mind.

Cal!

The thought was like a slap in the face. I'd been so worried about my self but not about my sister.

I looked around frantically.

By some crazy stroke of luck, she'd somehow managed to land in a pond of water.

As I pulled her out of the water, I prayed, please don't let her have drowned.

I checked her pulse.

Still alive.

I flopped backwards onto the ground, weak with relief. It was a miracle I'd made it through the night without being spotted by any mobs.

I spotted a few wooden blocks just sitting on the ground. I remembered the other night.

This must have come from the bridge, I mused.

I used the remains to make a crafting table, and then made a pickaxe. I mined a bunch of cobblestone, then crafted a cobblestone pickaxe to mine faster.

Soon I had a full stack of cobblestone. I sat against the stone wall, exhausted.

I heard a grinding sound. I sat up, and winced as there was a 'crack' sound in my back again.

Ow!

I heard the same grinding noise again. Like someone was rubbing two stones together.

I got up.

And slowly turned around.

I saw an enormous figure. It was made completely out of stone, and it was holding a stalagmite. Or was it a stalacite? I still had trouble figuring out the difference.

It growled, and I whimpered.

"Rock golem."

It roared, and swung its club. I ducked, and it smashed a boulder into pieces.

I'm not going to lie. The entire time, I was screaming like a little girl. When the golem roared, I thought I would have an unfortunate accident.

I dived out of the way as the golem swung the club again, cracking the stone floor. I swiveled and threw a rock at it. It bounced off its head, and it roared. It smashed the rock again and again with it's club, which gave me enough time to drag Cal into a small crevice so she wouldn't get caught in the cross fire.

I heard another roar and saw the golem running towards me, full speed.

I turned to run, but the lava pool was in my way. I could have built my way across, but that would take time. By the time I built across, the golem would be on me.

The golem was five blocks away now. It roared again, and charged in for the kill.

I yelped and leaped out of the way. The golem ran head first into the pool of lava, and fell in.

I stood there, stunned. No way was my luck this good.

I stared for a few seconds and screamed, "YES! WOOHOO!"

The rock golem was obviously dead. No way could it survive jumping into a lava pool, right?

I turned my back on the pool, which served to be my fatal mistake.

Something very hot flew out of the pool and smashed into my back, hard.

I screamed in pain as I flew forward and face planted into the ground. I groaned and flipped onto my back.

The rock golem had probably lost a ton of health-the golem was steaming, and some parts of it were burned so bad they were black as coal.

What could I do? I couldn't run away-I'd get twenty blocks before I came to a dead end. I couldn't just push the golem into the pool again. Because, please. have the seen the bulk of that thing? I couldn't move it a block if I drank twenty Strength potions and slammed into it with a sword enchanted with Knockback.

So, my only option was to fight.

Which was suicide.

The golem was charging towards me now, despite it's wounds. It would flatten me in a second, given the chance.

It looked like the end.

No! No! I am NOT going to die like this! I will not go cowering and whimpering in a corner!

And what about Cal, huh? What's going to happen after you die? The golem's just going to pick her up and toss her into the lava?

And will you let that happen?

I stared at the golem, which was now thirty blocks away.

WILL YOU?

Something in me just snapped. Completely cold, I pulled out my crafting table and threw a stick down.

Twenty blocks away.

I slammed a cobble stone block down.

Ten blocks.

Slammed down another.

Five.

And pulled a stone sword off the crafting table.

Zero.

I swiveled around and swung the stone sword as hard as I could.

The stone blade smashed into the golem's leg, completely smashing it. The golem wobbled on one leg. I'd swung the stone sword extremely hard. So hard, in fact, that one-thirds of the durability had been reduced already. But I couldn't stop now.

I kicked off the ground and into the air-three blocks, a height that should have been impossible. I slammed the golem in the chest with the blade.

Now two-thirds of the durability was gone.

The golem swung the huge fist, slamming me into a wall. I screamed, more out of fury than pain. I swung the sword again, smashing one of its arms to pieces.

The sword splintered, shattered on the ground.

The golem fell backwards and hit the ground with an earth-shaking boom.

I pulled the stone pickaxe out of my inventory and raised it high into the air, and smashed it into the golem's face. The pickaxe snapped. Automatically, I pulled out the wooden pickaxe and smashed that over the golem's head.

I literally pulled everything out of my inventory and attacked the golem with it. Wooden plank? Just smash that on it's head. Cobblestone block? Get a taste of your own medicine, jerk! Stick? You get the idea.

I smashed everything I had on the golem's head, and I didn't stop until I realized there was nothing left in my inventory. I stopped. I looked down at the golem, which had one health point left. I swear, it looked like a sock puppet turned inside out. I walked up to it, looked it in it's eyes, and crushed the head with my shoe.

The body stopped moving, and dissolved into dust which drifted away on the wind.

I stood there for maybe an hour, looking at where the golem had been lying before I'd crushed it's head.

Finally, I came to my senses and walked over to Cal, who had woken up.

She rubbed her head. "Owww..."

"Hey, you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She frowned. "Is that a broken pickaxe?"

I held up the remains of the wooden pickaxe. I smiled weakly.

"It's a long story."