Notch belongs to himself, while Herobrine was first created by someone I don't know the name of. Steve and Minecraft belong to Mojang
The village was quiet, and the village was quaint.
The village was peaceful, and the village was happy.
That, perhaps, was the reason it was chosen.
Born to two average people of average ancestry, was an average son of average lineage. The father was your average miner, and the mother was your average crafter. The big brother was your average blacksmith's apprentice, and the big sister was your average adventurer. Or, not so average, as Siem Kunagi was more of an adrenaline-junkie than any other adventurer her village had met.
"Siem!" Floras, her mother, called out to the young woman (although she acted like a child) as the adventurer left the village. "Will you take a moment from your idiotic 'adventures' and look after your brothers? Your father is getting extremely irritated with you just skipping out on your duties as the eldest child!"
"But Steve and Darren are so boring!" The brunette whined, turning around, glaring at her mother as she gripped her leather bag harder. Her other hand moved to rest on the handle of her iron sword- a sure sign she was getting worked up about her mother's words. "Just see the names they have! They don't even mean anything, they're just… just… names!" She wrinkled her nose, scrunching up her face before returning to glaring. She very much disliked the names that the rest of her village sported- such as Connor, Sara, and Harry.
"That was the deal. I could name my daughters, and he could name his sons," Floras replied, glaring back, green eyes almost glowing with power, reminding Siem of a legend. The two women of the family were both quite alike, easy to anger and thrill loving even though Floras was the last to admit she was a closet adrenaline junkie. "So, you, Siem, as the oldest child, big sister, and adventurer you are, for Notch's sake, just look after them! Think of it as practice for when you have to drag along unskilled apprentices with you."
"Oh, my goodness. Mom, that is an amazing idea! I can begin teaching them the ancient and sacred art of Adventuring!" Siem ran off with a grin, switching emotions like an angered enderman, her braided hair bouncing against her back, shining in rosy hues as the sun rose. Her mother sighed, placing her blonde head in a hand, knowing she would likely have to send Gregoras, the village slayer, after them to get them out of trouble. Her daughter had a talent for that kind of stuff.
"Siem? I thought you were going off adventuring," the green-eyed girl's father said bitterly as she ran in the house, picking up his pickaxe and facing her full on. She dipped her head to him, eyes meeting his for a moment before looking for her brothers.
"I am! Mom just told me to take Steve and Darren with me," she replied, grinning, showing off white teeth. "Don't worry, I won't break them!" That was exactly what her father was afraid of, but he really couldn't put up a fight since his mule-headed daughter had made up her mind. The middle child, however...
"But I gotta start heading over to the forge-" The older brother began to whine, when the fourteen-year-old whisked over and grabbed him.
"James can wait," she exclaimed, twirling her brother around in a quick spin. "Surely he can understand the importance of family bonding time!"
"What about Steve?" The blonde boy muttered, trying to keep her from taking them away as he pulled his little pale hands from her tan callused ones. "He's only seven."
"You're only ten," Siem shot back, grabbing her brothers by their upper arms and dragging them out, iron sword belted on with her pick strapped to her back. "Don't worry, chicken! I'll keep you safe," she reassured him, grinning. He shot her a half-hearted grin, while people winced for the sake of the brothers. Running into the woods, Siem let go of her brothers, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, smelling the clean smell of oak and birch leaves and skipping around one of the white-barked trees while her brothers watched.
"There aren't any creepers out here?" Steve asked, blinking big blue eyes, prompting her to slow down and stop next to him. She crouched down to look him in the eyes, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Heck no," his sister lied, smiling reassuringly. She stood back up, and the two younger siblings believed her, sighing in relief as she lead them deeper into the woods along trails only she knew, skipping over rocks, bypassing streams, and dodging around holes in the ground.
"How often do you come out here?" Darren asked, blinking brown eyes. He was a little awestruck at the ease of which his sister moved through the forest. It was a beautiful action to see, and he felt clumsier than a cow in comparison to her.
"Oh, only every day," she chirped cheerfully as she skipped up over a fallen tree, pausing to let her brothers scramble over it and catch their breath. Steve tried to sit down, but she pulled him back up. "We gotta keep going!" The little brother whined, but the hyperactive teen kept them moving.
"Going where?" Her blonde brother wheezed, glancing around at the thickening trees.
"Somewhere amazing," she whispered in reply, looking up through the trees as a ghost smile graced her face. She was thinking about their destination. "The most amazing place you have ever seen! And we need to go fast!"
Picking up Steve, she began to jog, followed by a panting Darren. They surged out of the treeline, Siem disappearing around a rock as cold wind bit at the three travelers. He followed her cautiously, glancing around, before seeing his sister hopping up an obviously human-made path to the top of one of the peaks that ringed the valley their village rested in. It was chipped from the stone and worn down by the elements. Calling upon his knowledge of stone, he figured it was older than his sister. He just shrugged and followed, careful not to look down since he was afraid of heights. She bounded faster, and he struggled to keep up. It began to get colder, and mistier. He heard Steve cry out in protest of the bone-chilling fog, and then…
They were above the clouds, and Darren stared out over them as he joined Siem and Steve at the peak.
"Okay, wow," the blonde breathed voice miniscule among the thin air. Being up that high almost gave them the feeling of being gods, for they could see anything and everything when there were gaps in the clouds. His fear was forgotten.
"I know," his sister sighed, green eyes misty as she shielded her face from the sharp ray of the sun, Steve copying the action. "My favorite part of adventuring is the views. And to think you didn't want to come."
"I didn't," Darren replied, looking around before blinking. "Wait… Is the sun going down?" His voice carried a note of panic, and he tried his hardest to not hyperventilate.
"Oh, Brother of Notch! I didn't mean to take this long!" Siem exclaimed fearfully, scaring Steve. The seven year old whined to be let down, and the oldest sibling complied, nearly dropping him off the cliff. "We need to get back!" She began following the path as fast as she could, Darren calling out behind her.
"We can't go that fast! What if Steve falls?" He brought that little worry to her attention, helping his brother down from one of the higher jumps. His sister sighed, climbing back up to help the youngest. She kept glancing around, taking in anything and everything. She knew the trails like she knew the village, but that didn't mean something was lurking around the corner waiting to pounce. She told herself to get ahold of herself, not verbalizing it, trying to reason that there was no way any creepers or spiders or endermen could have spawned in the daylight while they were at the summit.
Back in the clouds, the particles of water began to light up with a red hue- resembling fresh blood. Siem started getting more agitated, twitching at the smallest cries of Steve and the simple sounds of pebbles being blown off the mountain. The sun had sunk below the horizon by the time they were out of the clouds. "This is not good," the brunette woman muttered, pulling out a torch and lighting it with a fire charge. "Hold this," she ordered, passing it to Darren, who complied. She pulled out her sword, holding Steve's hand until they hit the treeline. The torch Darren was gripping only lit a small amount of the world, and she pushed Steve in between them, pulling out her pick as well. Darren wrapped his hand around the younger's upper arm.
They first heard grass crunching about a kilometer from their village. Out of the trees came rattling a skeleton. Whirling, Siem charged it as Steve screamed, Darren pulling his brother as he began to run. Siem caught back up to them, urging them faster as they were pursued by the creatures of the night. They knew they were getting close to their settlement, but around them the forest began to change, almost morphing into a darker form, and became misty.
"What's happening!" The brunette screamed, pushing her sweat-slicked hair out of her face as they slowed down. The fog had thickened to where they could only see about a meter in front of them, the torch barely penetrating. She fought her speeding breath, closing her eyes for a moment and regaining some semblance of calm.
Someone screamed when the torch blew out. Siem lunged and grabbed her brothers, forcing Darren to drop the charred stick and guiding them forward. "We need to stay ahead of them," she muttered, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. Then Steve screamed his lungs out, pointing to behind his siblings. Siem dropped her brothers, turning and backing up. Her eyes widened impossibly wide, her brothers scrambling away as two points of light advanced closer to the young adventurer.
In the village, two parents waited worriedly in their house. Hunter paced the length of the main room, Floras sitting on the couch. They both jumped when the door slammed open, a redheaded man bursting in.
"We heard screams from the woods. We're assembling a search party as we speak," the slayer hissed, turning on one heel and slamming the door as Hunter grabbed his pick to join them.
"Be safe," Floras hissed to her husband, hand reaching and eyes betraying her desperation as he opened the door again.
"I will," he replied, speech defined, sharp, and crisp.
Gregoras was in the lead, followed closely by a trio of the village guard, Hunter, and another miner. The redheaded man had an arrow ready in one hand and his bow in the other as his eyes quickly darted around the dark forest. Fog began seeping in towards them as Nathan, the youngest full member of the village guard, jumped. His brunette hair lay messily as he whirled around, eyes seeking something the others could not see. His breathing began to speed up.
"Something's going on," he gasped. "This isn't natural!"
"Get a hold of yourself!" Harold, one of the more experienced members of the guard snapped.
"He's coming!" The young man hissed in fear before turning around and running away, legs propelling him as fast as they could.
"Coward," Joe, the other guard sneered. Then they heard a scream- a scream that sounded exactly like Nathan. Harold stiffened, his protective instinct firing up.
"We can't leave him!" He ordered, and the party turned for the defense of their youngest member. They followed his path, getting turned around and bursting out of the fog into the village.
"What's going on!" Gregoras shouted as the fog receded, turning, blue eyes glowing like embers of rage as two small people and one bigger person ran into the village.
"Nathan!" Evan, the miner, grabbed his twin while Steve and Darren ran to their father.
"There was so much blood, so much blood…" Nathan whispered, shaking in his brother's grip. "He was there… His pick, it was drenched…"
"Where is Siem!" Hunter growled, hand latching onto Nathan's shoulder and squeezing it hard.
"He stood over her… She's not coming back," the young guardsman hissed, before fainting. Evan wrapped his arms tighter around his brother while Joe pried Hunter's hand from the young man's shoulder. Steve and Darren were shaking, the younger brother crying as Floras ran over, scooping her boys up into her arms. Hunter joined her, wrapping his arms around his wife and children. He had to keep them safe.
There was no body.
"We need to stop him before he takes another," a man, physically no older than twenty-three, although in reality older than humanity itself, approached his brother.
"Not long ago it was you making those kills," the physically older man smirked, turning towards his in all reality younger brother.
"I made those kills because I was ordered to," the other hissed. "I make kills with a reason. He kills for fun. Because he enjoys it."
"You must admit, to some extent you enjoy it as well," the older brother replied, dark eyes twinkling.
"I am a hunter. Just like any other hunter, I enjoy the rush of the chase and the satisfaction of a successful kill," the other man snarled defensively.
"Don't get so uptight," the bald man snorted.
"I am naturally defensive," the other replied, voice stiff. "What actions do you suggest we take?"
"That is up to you- you know the gods have no power on the Overworld," the older brother informed, for what felt like the thousandth time to the other.
"Why? Why can't you for once just break the rules?" The younger brother muttered bitterly.
"I break the rules every time I see you. You must know that I wish I could help you with all of my heart, but that rule is the one that I cannot break," murmured the other brother, pulling the younger to him with a gentle arm, dark eyes meeting light.
"I understand," he murmured sadly, looking down. "I just sometimes want to have my older brother for more than just a dream."
The other nodded, rubbing his hand gently over his younger brother's back. "Me too."
The dream faded, and both woke up in their separate worlds.
One in the Aether, one in the Overworld.
One to a ceiling of gold, one to the ceiling of a cave.
One to the happy cries of gods and demi-gods, one to the friendly hisses of creepers and chirps of endermen.
New from Kitte-Wolf: Minecraft fiction!
I was bored.
Of seeing stories where Herobrine is just your generic bad guy.
So I'm adding more depth to his character :D Like an Enderman! (Go look up that parody, It's my favorite.)