He named himself, one day he appeared out of nowhere in absolute control of Minecraftia. Herobrine... He had been awkward as a child, none of the other children would let him play with them in the large, dark abandoned houses, nor in the well in the center of town. He was typically avoided up until he was thirteen, then he left town and began a seemingly invisible life of his own, but he left traces. Four night cycles after his thirteenth name day, the fed up teenager entered the blacksmith's building with a bundle of TNT at the ready, and killed six people. Two in the explosion, four who died in the lava that came spilling out of the ruined building. Herobrine took one last look at himself in the mirror, he was definitely an odd one. He looked nothing like the other villagers. Born without pupils, no nose, hair on TOP of his head etc... He was bullied, and tossed around, and by the age of six he had been left in the well overnight, forced to face a room full of zombified villagers and skeletons (whom didn't attack nor take notice of the four year old child), just left there by his parents who were ashamed to be the creator of such an abomination. Herobrine looked himself in the mirror, threw up his hood, grabbed a sack full of clothes, TNT, flint, steel etc... Just the basic things he would need to survive.
"Don't you want more, Herobrine? Aren't you tired of being called an abomination, of the normal people who strut around this world like they created the place?." Herobrine spinned about in surprise. "Wh- who's there? I have a sword, don't try anything stupid," Herobrine called. "I know how to use it!"
"I am your salvation, your anchor. I was once just like you, but I was defeated by a couple of so called 'heroes', a dwarf and a space man. I can lead you to rule the world, and to make sure you don't make the same mistakes I did that led to my downfall."
From there, after a bit more explanation from the mysterious voice in his head, the thirteen year old entered the blacksmith with that bundle of TNT, did what he was told and ran out of town. Years later, Herobrine threw up his hood again and grabbed his pick axe and another bundle of TNT. His rise to power would start that night, in a city called Davorothakis, a prosperous city. The king had his own private little prison inside his castle to hold all the creatures they called baddies. He had been leaving the poor things to rot in a cramped cell since he rose to power, so did his father and his grandfather. Herobrine waited until night, when few guards patrolled the castle. He threw open the door leading to a small courtyard, one of the walls was just the one he needed. There was no way to tell which one for a normal person, but he was able to sense the creatures inside one of them. Tossing the TNT bundle against it, and throwing his pick axe at the TNT, he ran off into the night and let the "monsters" do the dirty work. Within three night cycles, the city had completely fallen. It was now, a Fallen Kingdom.