Chapter 1 - A New World Awaits

Minecratia.

A world made of blocks filled with blocky people and animals where you could be whoever you wanted, be it warrior, hero or even a simple miner or farmer. A realm where fantasy, modern and futuristic cities and technology, and medieval life combined to form a universe like no other. It has no beginnings, and no ends. Well, that's a lie, it defiantly has an End. But no one goes down there unless they have a death wish, or if they think they can actually kill that damn dragon.

I could if I wished, but my brother would probably reprimand me severely for killing something that isn't for me to kill. Killing the beast is a quest for only the strongest of Minecraftian mortals to achieve.

Hmm, I believe I'm getting off topic here.

When my brother and I awoke, we didn't know who or what we were, or where we even were. We stood on stiff new legs and looked around, only to find a piece of paper laying in front of us. My brother picked it up and read its contents…

"This world is yours, do with it as you see fit. It is only asked that you build this world to sustain new arrivals when they eventually join you. Create cities and towns for them to explore so they may come to understand this world as you will. Beware of the dark and its creatures, learn how to survive, learn what you really are and learn your roles in this universe. Protect it as it is now your own.

Notch, the master builder,

Herobrine, protector of the realms.

These are your roles, use them wisely.

Your Creator.

Here's a tip, punch a tree."

We both looked at the tree we were laying under with a questioning look. Wouldn't it hurt to punch a tree made of solid wood? Well, one would think. But as my brother's fist pounded the bark it began to crack with a few punches before shrinking to a smaller cube and promptly disappearing into my brother's body when he stepped closer. We stood for a while dumbfounded, trying to comprehend what had just happened until my brother suddenly pulled out something called an inventory with the wood in it. A screen of sorts showing the contents of what we could hold on our bodies and a 3D image of our bodies to show what we were wearing. It was then I actually stopped to think what we looked like, so I took in the figure of my brother for the first real time.

I snickered when I realised he was bald, but only realised I'd said it out loud when he smacked the side of my head with brotherly love. He had a thick crop of facial hair to compensate, and wore a brown shirt, grey pants and black boots. I then opened my inventory to get an idea of what I looked like. A turquoise shirt, dark blue pants with grey shoes. I had messy brown hair which I hoped my brother was jealous of, a brown chin curtain beard… and my eyes. I couldn't stop staring at the burning white looking back at me. My brothers eyes were dark brown, but I had no irises. I saw an unknown power radiating from them.

I jumped when my brother's hand landed on my shoulder. He asked if I was alright which I replied with an 'I'm fine'. He pointed a concerned hand at the dying sun.

…Beware of the dark and its creatures…

We made the decision to hide in a small cave until the dawn. But when moaning, hissing and the wiz of an arrow as it flew past or heads grew louder, we blocked the cave entrance with dirt, leaving a block missing up high so we could see the light of the next day. There was a light source in the cave but it wasn't coming from us, or so I thought. My brother quickly pointed out the light was coming from my glowing white eyes. I looked around the cave and saw blocks of stone with coal embedded in it. Pulling out a wooden pickaxe I mined the coal from the cave wall, stuck it on the end of sticks and made torches with it so we could both see.

When morning came, we were roused from our sleep with the sounds of monsters dying. Making an entrance we went outside to see zombies and skeletons burning in the sun. We nodded at each other knowing we would be able to do better today with more knowledge we made to survive.

We didn't expect a green creature with black beady eyes, no arms and four legs coming towards us hissing loudly. We didn't know how to react to it, so we ran. But the creeper was close enough to us it was able to explode, knocking us both to the ground with graceful face plants full of grass and dirt.

We both realised we could find names for the mobs around us, but it wasn't until we saw an enderman for the first time we realised there was something strange about us. We saw it some distance from us, walking around with a block of dirt. Then it turned and looked straight at us. Its square toothed jaw opened with shaky movements as a blood curdling sound came from it. In an instant it teleported in front of us screaming its head off and attacking us.

But in that moment my brother had built a wooden plank structure around us with just enough space for us and none for the enderman to teleport in. When the screaming ceased, my brother destroyed the base in one swipe of his hand. But the thing was still there. When it saw its chance, it backhanded my brother across the face sending him flying through the air. It did the same to me. But seeing my brother getting up before me it quickly teleported to him to strike him down. I wanted to be there that moment to stop the monster, and then I was. Somehow I had teleported in front of it. I wanted to punch it in its square head, but I did something else instead. My eyes burned as I thrusted my hand in front of it and yelled at it to stop. It did as its eyes turned as white as mine, I wanted it to die like the monsters that burnt in the sun. Out of nowhere a blinding bolt of lightning struck the enderman, burning it to death.

When my brother stood at my side, we realised what we were capable of. He could build anything in an instant, and destroy it just as fast. I was able to control any mob, teleport faster than any enderman and summon lightning of my own free will. When we encountered another enderman that same day, my brother had attacked it with a powerful blow, knocking it into a river where it struggled to stay above water before finally gathering its wits and teleporting away. I also learnt my brother could fly that day.

We were equally matched in our powers, now also with the abilities to summon any block at a whim. We set out to create the world, building medieval towns and cities or futuristic utopias. As people joined our world, they quickly learned how to survive, played games for valuable rewards and built their own incredible structures to add to the cities and towns we built.

But as time passed, my brother and I grew distant as we finally fulfilled our important roles in our universe. Every world needed its god, every realm needed its demon. We became what we were meant to become, as we were designed.

But over time I lost sight of who I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to do. It was going to take a shocking event to make me realise who and what I was supposed to be.

Hello!

This is my first Minecraft story so be nice. Yes I'm one of THOSE people who really likes Herobrine and feels like he's a very misunderstood character. I feel like there isn't enough fanfics about him out there so I'm adding mine to the mix. Not sure how long this will be, depends on plot bunnies, time management and if i can be bothered to write anything.

Thats all I can think of for now, thanks for reading! :D

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