The world was dark and cold, there was a wind against my face. I opened my eyes. I was falling! I was going so fast that the wind's whistle in my ears was so sharp it hurt. I saw a yellow dot appear out of the nothingness. It got larger and larger until I saw twelve black dots on the muddy yellow dot, which I saw was an island.
I hit the ground at terminal velocity, but I felt no pain. I looked up and saw this huge dragon sitting on the ground, reaching it's head out toward a blocky-human person (a player) with pure black head and glowing purple eyes. He had purple and grey armour on, and right next to him was what I assumed was his helmet.
He was stroking the head of the dragon saying, "-good boy, Ender Dragon. You will have to wait another three days before we can attack that accursed fortress. Lord Herobrine has planned it extremely well. If you die in that attack you will respawn here because your healing pillars are still here."
An enderman teleported right next to me scaring me half to death. "My lord," he said in a voice like the wind through a cave crack mixed with soft silk, "a player is watching us."
"Where is he" said the apparent Ender-Lord, "I don't see him is he or she using a potion of invisibility?"
"Spawn-dream," said the enderman.
"Oh, I see," said the Ender-Lord as he drew a glowing purple sword from its scabbard. He rushed at me, weapon drawn, and sliced me through the middle. I felt no pain but I felt like I was falling again. I couldn't be. I didn't hear the wind in my ears.
I opened my eyes and found myself standing on a hill that led down to a forest. At the bottom of that hill a river snaked its way through the small hills and went down toward the south. In front of me, under the shade of a tree was a person in normal player skin talking to zombies and skeletons.
On his back were two diamond pickaxes. His voice was low, and tough. "As I've already said, the night after the night after next will be when we will attack the fortress village. They will fall to our mighty army. Even with their obsidian wall."
"Uh, sir," said one of the zombies looking at me, "there's a new player behind you. He has a blue sweatshirt, blond hair, headphones, and a black T-shirt."
The "Sir" whirled around and drew his two pickaxes in one fluid motion. "Who are you?" he asked.
I was speechless. His eyes weren't normal. They were empty and pure white. "Herobrine" I whispered under my breath.
"What's that?" said Herobrine, "Speak up, I couldn't hear you."
He was smiling.
"My name," I managed, "Is Gameknight17"
"Who are you," he said, smiling, "Archers fire!" The sharp command came out of nowhere.
I jumped to the side, barely dodging the two arrows that had come from the skeletons. I grabbed one of them and threw it like a dart at Herobrine's face. He ducked, but it hit the skeleton in the face. He (or maybe a she. Who can tell?) slumped to the ground and didn't move.
Herobrine looked at his fallen general and then came tearing after me yelling, "You killed Baron Marrow!"
I dodged to the side while his first pickaxe went through the trunk of the tree behind me and stuck there. I raced away from them and stopped at the edge of the hill. It was a sheer drop, twenty blocks down. There was some water at the bottom, so I decided that that was a better chance than fighting Herobrine and his three remaining generals.
I jumped.