This fic is based on a dream I had. Please Enjoy!
The epic battle had gone much quicker than expected.
The Vizion Kingdom had finally found out where Herobrine was hiding. They had sent out most of their light knights, including me, Eron. We had immediately outfitted in our white armor and sharped our swords for the battle ahead. And victory had come surprisedly soon.
The white-eyed demon had fought fiercely, with his legendary pickaxe and raging balls of magma and fire. He had wiped out more than two thirds of us. But in the end, he had been outrageously outnumbered, and one succeeded at driving their blade straight into his demonic heart. He had fallen backwards into the boiling lava below, and been melting out of existence.
But in the thrill of his execution, I had lost my footing and fell towards the magma below, just barely grabbing a protruding rock, saving me from a fiery death. I screamed desperately help, but with a sickening realization, i realized it was hopeless. Everyone had quickly left in the excitement of the Minecraftian Legend's death, and no one had noticed me fall.
Tears streamed down my eyes as I gripped the sharp stone more tightly. This celebration of Herobrine's death would also be my demise. And no one would ever notice.
I had been abandoned.