The skies above were dark, as small stars illuminated with faint light that was followed by the moon. Although the sight above was calming, the night was not peaceful... The thick smokes rose from a half burned palace. Moans and hisses echoed endlessly through the night. The once great fortress crumbled down, leaving no one inside a chance to save their pitiful lives. The powerful man's laughter echoed through the burning palace as he lit the throneroom ablaze. The fire licked at the the walls, carpets and other expensive items strewn about the area, and soon the fire touched the great throne and intensifying with its deadly heat. The white eyed man was shocked when he heard a loud and raspy noise coming from a small infant nearby, resting on the throne. His faintly glowing eyes scanned the area around the throne. He was curious of what would disrupt his enjoyment. With just a wave of his hand, he was able to seperate fire into two seperate blazes. A red blanket moved violently as a small baby thrashed against the heat of the fire, desperately wishing to escape. The cloacked man steeped in front of the ash caked throne, examining the figure on top of it. He laughed at the weakness of the mere infant. "Are all humans this entertaining?" He smirked. She was so weak, he wanted to draw his sharp pickaxe and drive it deep into her weak, most likely still soft skull. And he almost did, but he haulted himself midway when he was able to get a better look at her facial features. She almost looked like him; a bit of brown hair, same color as his, green eyes and such pale skin. Waterfalls of tears ran down the childs cheeks as he bent down and picked the weak figure. As he held her, his smirk only widened. "How pathetic." The white eyed man sneered, "You don't deserve to live. Look how feeble you are..." Herobrine continued even if he knew this wouldn't work...For she was just an infant. However, she looked to him asif she had understood, and it shocked the man when she started smiling and giggling. "What are you smiling at...?" He asked as she touched his chin with her small hands. He raised her in the air, examining her anatomy. She was healthy, and if she grew she would become a great warrior and fighter. The child continued to laugh as everything around her seemed fun, though it certainly was not. It irritated him. "Stop it!" He almost screamed, but held it at bay. She yawned, the first sign of weakness. Herobrine moved her closer and she placed an arm on his chest. The black cloak fell over her as they walked out of her home that was still currently burning, and his minions followed close by. Leaving the fortress with smirk of triumph, he turned to admire his own handywork. The surrounding air seemed to cool down as they departed from the burning fortress."And what am I going to do with you...?" He spoke to child that was hidden under his cloak. As he uncovered her, she shivered from the cold nights air thanks to him removing her source of warmth. For the first time in many countless decades, Herobrine felt that sickening feeling that he himself called weakness. This child in his arms was weak and could die from the simpliest of things. She started to stir in her careless dream. The white eyed terror reached for the end of his cloak, before covering the child with it." What have I gotten myself into?" He slapped himself mentally. Surely she was not capable of living in the Nether for Notch's sake. She appeared only a few months old, but that thought didn't keep Herobrine from nearing the mystical portal, before he found himself in the hellish dimension. The rock burned under him, whilst lava poured from dark 'skies' full of deadly smoke and embers. It was even more dangerous to inhale its deadly contents. Before him stood two hills made of deadly burning rocks. As he moved, the child's breaths were uneven and her heart pounded much slower than before. What he saw was a great warrior that he intended to keep, and he was determined to not loose her. His powers kicked in; the man created an invisible barrier of air around her and it seemed to help. Continuing down to the fortress that peeked through said hills, it began to reveal itself in its full glory. The fortresses yard was adorned with monsters and monsters, as well as on its top. Herobrine jumped down and received respectful bows from his minions. Teleportation sounds were heard and an enderman showed itself. The creature was curious and it bent down to see what its master was holding. In that moment, the child awoke and provoked the enderman. It screamed in a way to signal that it was preparing to most likely kill the child, but it was stopped by Herobrine stabbing it in its head. "This one is mine." All monsters seemed to immediately back down, just as the child began to cry. He seemed to rub her back after putting her into a better position, while holding an arm under her rear end and holding one arm around the back of her head. Her big tearful eyes peeked over his strong shoulder as she gnawed on it. "Stop it." He ordered in his deep and booming voice. As the child didn't know a single command that she was told, he put her into lying position in his arms once more.

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