EDIT: I WROTE THIS ON AN IPAD, SO IF THERE ARE TYPOS EVERYWHERE, BLAME AUTOCORRECT. SUPER DUPER THANKS TO ACTIVATEBIRD FOR GIVING ME THE IDEACTO USE TIKI TORCHES!
It was cold. So cold.
He trembled in the shadows, tears dripping from his white eyes.
Jeb had ordered for him to be killed. Now soldiers in diamond swords and diamond armor were stalking the area, looking for him.
He was afraid, but most of all, hurt.
Did notch know about this? The idea that notch, his crush, wanted him dead, made him want to scream. His hearts were breaking. He gripped his stone sword tightly-like that could damage diamond armor-and waited. The sound of soldiers marching near his hiding place made him tense up and be still. He had fled the capital of minecraftia, Mojang City, after a friend had warned him of the incoming soldiers. He could only take a few things with him in his inventory due to rush-a stone sword, a stone pickaxe, a map, 4 loaves of bread, a book of 16 torches, a bow and a book of 14 arrows, some wood and wool, but the 2 most important things to him- a book containing letters from notch to him, and a painting containing aphotograph of him and notch, all from when the 2 were friends-he was sure to grab first.
The sound of soldier's diamond boots tapping against stone was heard, and he packed further into the darkness. Soldiers walked into the cave, looked around, then left. "you sure he's not in there? Herobrine loves dark caves..." he heard one of the soldiers say. "hmmm...hang on." he saw one of them coming closer to where he was, and stepped down into a hole. It was very deep, and he fell silently for probably 20 layers before landing in an underground lake. The water broke his fall, and he swam up to the surface, panting, moving some wet brown bangs from his face so he could see better. The cave was dark, and there was a beach of gravel near to the left. He swam over to it and climbed onto it, panting. He was exhausted, but knew he had to keep going.
His soul ached. He knew notch thought of him as just a friend, maybe adoptive brother... But he like notch more than that.
He saw a dim light coming from an opening in the wall, and walked cautiously to it, his stone sword tight in his hands. After a while of walking, he sound a huge underground area with shacks everywhere. In the glass windows of the houses, tiki torches were placed as lighting. He blinked, shocked and confused. What was this?
Suddenly, all of the torches, one by one went out in the shacks.
Yelling. Stone swords pointed at him. These people didn't look like Jeb's nights. They wore leather armor instead of diamond, and they were ragged looking.
"WAIT!" a voice yelled. The knights and Herobrine turned to look in the direction of the voice. someone stood there. Their figure was obscured by darkness, but he could tell that they were of high ranking. "Stop! It's him! The red stone victim! Herobrine!"
He froze. How did that person know who he was? What was this place?!
A man walked up to them, his figure becoming clearer. He appeared to be made of...crying obsidian?
"Welcome to the land of the unimplemented."