Title: Frost finds the hero.
Summary: (rotg) Jack frost and (minecraft) Herobrine are brothers. Jack 's family adopts herobrine not knowing anything about him. When herobrine goes back to minecraft jack frost searches for herobrine and goes on a hunt. When he descovers hero's real brother and past, one question remains. will jack frost keep hero? Or let him go forever.
Extra Info: Jack human life before becoming guardian or dieing.
prolouge: Where did that Hero go.
Herobrine or Hero p.o.v
Rejected. Lost. pain. guilt. unwanted. Those were the things to describe my life. A new world I had entered since my brother had abandon me. I read the sign. Burgess,
population: 300. 'small town' I thought as I dragged my feet off the grass and across the rocky stone road. I came to a store and looked inside. There were alot of people storming about. I sneaked to the bread section and pulled the bread off the shelf into my jacket. I quickly stormed away but got caught in the act. luckly I had contacts,
covering my glowing white eyes. Luckly I was saved by a family in the store willing to pay for the stolen bread. The boy continued to stare at me. The mother took my arm and looked at me with concern. "Your parents?" said the mother looking at me with her green blue eyes. "Dont got any" I mummbled. "Brothers? sisters?" said the mother continueing to talk to me. "Nope.. Not one" I replied and put on my poker face. I lived with them quite a while. But then decided to go back to minecraft. My brother had apolligies and promised to protect me. I agreed to this and steped through the portal and my world changed.
Jack P.o.v
That boy. He got a tear in his eye. That boy, was depressed. That boy. We took him in and he became like a brother to me. Even though I had a sister he was like a addition to the family. He would always cheer me up and would always cry. Always. He would always sit in a corner and mutter, I miss you. Why did he miss his parents. What happen to him. Why have I never seen him before? One day i called out his name. No reply. I started to panick and sprint around my house for him. No where he was found. I called my mom and we looked almost all day and all night. No figure creep. Tears rolled down myself, and my sister.
The one who took it hard was my dear mother. She would always wanted a little boy. Hero was the nices boy we've ever meet. I sighed and tried to look for him myself. One question remained. 'Where did that hero go?'