This is another story idea that I am trying out. The amount of reviews that I receive will depend on whether or not I will continue. This will be multi chaptered, and will include a lemon with main character and Herobrine. Please read and review.

How can you name me?

You call me by my name, a name that does not suit me.

While some may say they know you better when they know your name, I say you do not know me; only a name.

For a name simply cannot describe one, for we are all different, not the same.

Never can you hide, never shall you find shelter under a name. Take away the word, and under the veil a person shall remain.

So how can you truly name me when I am not just but- just but a name. ~ Myself, How can you name me?

If you had found your another half, another soul that completes you, loves you, and is always with you, would you be able to continue on when they fall from your fingertips? If you have lost your true love never to be seen again, would you dare to say you are not yourself anymore? Can you truly call yourself simply a name when you are just so much more then can be said, and have your other part to you fall away, taking half yourself with them?

Will you wander? Will you wander the world and hope to find that other half? In my case, I had been born wandering, only to find my other half when it is too late. I was Wanderer, the one who wanders the world in search of her purpose, her name, her love her other half.

My mother was the valkyrie queen, who was pretty and kind-hearted. She was always nice to everyone, and was strong when needed. She died at my child birth, having bleed out from a complicated pregnancy and being in labor for too long. My father was a god from in the Aether, a man who faded away when my mother died. I never knew my mother Jessica, nor my father who was forgotten soon after Jessica's death. It was my mother's side that took me in. At birth, I was given to my mother's sister, Kit.

I looked similar to Kit and Jessica. I shared their small, slightly slanted wide eyes, as well as their nose, mouth, ears and eyebrows. But that is where the similarities end. I had golden hair, while mother was a red head and Kit was a burnet. My eyes were a startling icy blue color, while mother had green eyes, and Kit had brown eyes. I was a high soprano, while Kit and mother were altos. Jessica was tiny, almost frail. Kit was taller and stronger, yet lacked mother's calm mood. I was a bit in the medium, not as tall as Kit but not as small as mother.

Kit was the only one who could truly step up and stake a claim as relative. Father had already slipped from the minds of the other gods when I was born, so any relations in my father's side of the family was unknown. Kit tried to be there for me to be a good foster mother, but a week after Jessica's death she was named the next valkyrie queen. And because Kit was valkyrie queen, she could not raise me like both Jessica and her had wanted to. Kit had debated with the other valkyries for many hours in a futile attempt to pass leadership to another person, so she could raise her sister's only daughter. And when at last after three hours of debating, Kit had to step up and rule. I still remember how she cried for me, the tiny little child that was now an orphan, with no more people to keep me from fading away like father. And so, week into life I had already begun my training as a valkyrie.

I was the orphan, a child without a reason. It was after that first week that I had begun to wander. How could I have not wandered, when I had no ties to keep me in place?

It was the day after that first week when I took my first steps and began to wander to my other half. Everyone may had forgotten about the father that was once there, but I did not. I once had at least a small replacement for a mother, but now Kit was gone. I cried out for the father that was not there and in a last resort to keep myself from fading away too, I wandered to the one last anchor that kept me to the world. I unknowingly wandered to my soul mate, who just happened to be Notch's brother; Herobrine.

I somehow wandered to the palace that Herobrine was in, walking on legs that should not have been able to hold weight yet. To all others that looked on, I appeared to be wandering without purpose. That was how I got my name, Wanderer...

As it was, when I wandered to the palace, and to the room Herobrine was in, I was almost at the fading point. When I stumbled into the room Herobrine was in, he was not alone. Inside the room was his his brother, Notch who had been looking after his only brother. Herobrine had been standing on the floor and was watching the door for the moment. Notch who was the true god of all the Aether remembered my father- only for the faintest of moments so as to understand who I was. He knew that I was now an orphan, and he knew that Kit had to give up care over me to serve her people.

Knowing this, Notch allowed me to approach, and wander over to where Herobrine was standing. It must have been a sad sight for Notch, seeing the daughter of a previous valkyrie queen and a god approach on tiny legs, without anyone to keep me grounded only to stop at the door. I looked at Notch and back at Herobrine, who was just as young as I was, now looking at me. Herobrine looked to me then to Notch, then back to me. I remember seeing a flicker of emotion in Herobrine's white eyes. Wonder, happiness, anger, excitement, terror, love- the emotion was of one I could not fully explain. It was almost like a long dormant love that was just beginning to stir.

Notch didn't see the first emotion flicker across his eyes, nor did he see the second emotion that was plain as day to me. This time, it was recognition, and understanding. Due to the fact that mother and father were gone as well as Kit being taken away, the bonds that formed between me and Herobrine were beyond normal. The loss and amount of emotion that had plagued me from the start gave the forming bond a new depth that had never happened before in the existence of the worlds.

The bond brought forth a connection of minds, and of body, so that we both could hear and understand what was going on in the other person's mind, as well as the almost gift, almost curse of when one of our bodies are injured, both receive the pain as well as the wound.

By the time Notch had walked over and had picked me up, it was already too late to undue the severity of the bond. Had Notch had moved me sooner, both me and Herobrine might not have these strange abilities that will be with us forever. Notch set me down next to Herobrine, unaware of all the bond that had formed between the both of us. I stayed with Herobrine and played games until Kit herself came walking through the door to bring me home, having been informed that I was not where I should have been, in the silver palace where I had been in.

Kit and Notch both talked about how I managed to make my way here; marveling on how I managed to wander the distance to the place. They both then came to the agreement that I had most certainly earned my name- the honor of being named Wanderer.

Wanderer's P.o.v.

In the days that had followed, I had been put into training. First the valkyries began to teach me how to talk, which I learned enough in the next year that I was able to understand my instructors. When they found that I could understand them, they began to teach me how to hold and use a bow. They then trained me how to fight, by using dull wooden swords and having to master fight with them.

The first day that I had training with wooden swords, I had somehow managed to receive bruising on the ribs, arms and legs, as well as tripping and scraping my legs before I even got the chance to block the first blow in a matter of seconds. By the time I had held the wooden sword high enough to block, my instructor whacked me in the ribs, with force that was hard enough to break a bone. As I screamed when the wooden sword cracked against my ribs, another scream echoed in the distance. The valkyrie that was training with me had stopped when she heard the echo of my scream in the distance, where the palace of the gods was.

A few minutes later, Kit opened the doors to the training grounds where I currently was clutching my ribs with one hand and holding the sword in the other hand. Kit scolded my instructor for breaking ribs, as well as lecturing her on how wrong it was to be so hard on me. Kit then took me with her, picking me up and bringing me along with her as she hurried over to the palace of the gods to find out what was going on.

When both me and Kit arrived, Kit opened the door and she began to follow the sounds of rapidly loudening screams, while I began to feel sharp stabs of pain on my ribs, as they were shifted and moved without anyone to move them. When Kit arrived at the location of the cries, I saw Notch leaning over a very wounded Herobrine, trying to set the same broken rib that was on my body. Notch looked up at the both of us and spotted Kit carrying me.

Both Notch and Kit began to talk about what happened, while I tried to be still and not move. I had a quick, silent conversation with Herobrine through thoughts only, about what happened to the both of us. Finally, when both Notch and Kit stopped talking, Kit stood me up on the ground and showed the broken rib to Notch, who appeared to be very, very surprised. When Notch had taken a good look at the wound, he then noticed the other, smaller bruises that were scattered over my body. He looked behind him where Herobrine was and began to compare the wounds on both of our bodies.

Notch's next words were the first of the one's in my life that were understandable enough for me to remember for long periods of time.

"Kit, take a look at this." Notch said, gesturing to the bruises on Herobrine's body. I watched as Kit walked over to where Herobrine was, and began to examine Herobrine's wounds.

"Their wounds are in the same place. I wonder..." Kit's voice trailed off as she looked between me and Herobrine. "Notch, I would like to try something if you would allow it." Kit said, as she walked over to Herobrine.

Notch nodded, and Kit then leaned over Herobrine and placed her hands on the broken rib. Kit then pulled the rib upward in one fluid movement and both mine and Herobrine's yelps of pain rang out. I fell to my scrapped knees and groaned as both Kit and Notch examined the two of us. When they were done, Kit and Notch then began ti speak again- this time in quicker and more urgent tones, frequently cutting each other off.

"Their ribs-"

"No, their bodies-"

"Could they be-"

"They must be-"

"Well what should we do to stop them from getting the other injured when one gets hurt?" Notch questioned.

"Well, let me think about that, hmm... we can't do anything. I don't think anything we could do would stop it." Kit responded.

At this point, I had managed to get up. My broken rib wasn't hurting as much as before. I walked over to Herobrine and hauled him up by the hand, noting through the bond that we both were hurt in the exact same places, and learning that we were injured at the exact same time. I then showed Herobrine everything that had happened in the time we were apart. We went quiet at that point, because Kit then began to bring me home. I turned one last time to look at Herobrine who met my gaze. He smiled at me, and I half smiled back. I then turned back to where I was walking, and both me and Kit walked back to the silver palace.

From that day onward, Kit herself took the time from her own schedule to train me, to teach me with a gentler approach. Now looking back on it, it must have been almost impossible for Kit to persuade the other valkyries that this was necessary. But somehow, she did it. She even managed to have Herobrine there with me, to train alongside me, so we both would know if the other got hurt.

It was the best arrangement that both Notch and Kit had ever come up with. Kit soon learned that while I was in Herobrine's presence I was more focused on what I was doing; due to not having a mental bond stretched so far. I also learned faster, struck harder and fought better when he was around. The same was for the latter. When Herobrine was training with the other demi-gods and gods, my presence would always strengthen him. It was a strange bond between us, which over the time made me and Herobrine inseparable.

Years passed, and days flew by. On the first day of summer, on my 16th birthday I finished my training as a valkyrie. I had grown much in the years, as did Herobrine. Everything was well, until the day following afterward when my entire world fell into void.