Another Minecraft Project, I'm really excited with the idea of this one. It is also a Herobrine story, but not even close to the same type. It is primarily about Steve, who, feeling alone in his world, explores the world's wonders, such as the abandoned Mineshafts and the Stronghold. I hope you like this. I'm also throwing in a Lore Story, filled with Lore of my other stories. Enjoy.
Steve perused through his chest for his pickaxe. He pulled out an iron one and shrugged. He walked over to his anvil and put down his pickaxe and pulled out some iron ingots from his pocket, arranging them around the pickaxe, then beating them in with a hammer. Steve smiled, holding his revitalized pickaxe in the air. "Time to mine."
Steve approached the wooden poles holding the roof of the mine in place. He rode his hand against the wall of the familiar stone. The cold stone didn't comfort his cold heart that day, as Steve couldn't help but be stuck in wonder of the people before him. He stood still for a moment, then dropped his pick and sat down, back to the wall. "Mother..." Steve couldn't remember his parents, or even if he had any.
Next thing he knew, a zombie was on top of Steve. He stifled a scream, then quickly pushed the zombie off of him then picked up his pickaxe, thrusting it into the zombie's head, effectively killing it. Steve removed the pickaxe from it's head, then pushed the body to some wooden supports, the smell of rotting flesh discouraging him.
"Did you know..." Steve started, talking to the zombie as if it could hear him. "I've always wondered why there are so many zombies. It makes me wonder. 'Hey, if that's a zombie, then didn't it use to be a person?' I can't find the answer." He rubbed his hands through his hair in wonder. "I am so powerful, but my power is limited to myself. The villagers, they do not know. Though, they are the closest thing to family I have, they do not know. I just wish..." He paused, turning to the zombie's body. He chuckled, then stared at the stone floor. "Your not even listening. Is anyone?!" He yelled in anger, his voice echoing through the abandoned mine.
Steve suddenly felt a breeze go through the mine. He stood up quickly, grabbing his pickaxe. He started walking fast, then took a quick right. He stopped right in his tracks when he looked forward down the long dark hallway and say a pair of white eyes, glowing, staring at him. Another breeze of air hit him. He heard a faint whisper then the glowing eyes disappeared. Steve froze, then immediately turned around and raced past a few zombies to get out. It felt as if the whisper were following him, but Steve kept running.
Steve turned around quickly, then looked back in front of him, continuing to run out of the mine. He slowed to a stop then started climbing his ladder. "What was that?!" Steve thought, keeping quiet. He climbed the ladder fast, his pickaxe strapped to his back. He looked down the ladder, but nothing was there. He continued climbing until he was at the top, the sun looming over his hole, giving a small amount of sunlight. Steve looked back down the ladder, then shuddered. He looked toward the sun, then began stumbling to his home. Steve looked down at the grass blocks then chuckled.
"Guess I got my wish..."