Hello readers, and Hello BlackDragon41! I, uh... sorry I'm late. I promised this chapter five days ago... oh, well. Here's a happy late publishing! To all of you clueless readers out there, BlackDragon41 declared a challenge that I simply couldn't resist! Read up on the challenge rules in her story, Hero's Bane at the end of chapter 76. I would like you to know that I'm breaking all the rules and having a grand time at it, and I hope you enjoy! Make sure you read both Hero's Bane up through chapter 76, and A Minecraft Tale (my story) up through chapter 13. Otherwise, you'll be scratching your heads wondering what you missed.
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I sat down to write again today.
As the one who always goes off and makes trouble, I guess it serves me right that I have to write it all down. It has been...well, I haven't counted the years now. My tale is sitting on the pedestals alongside the Chronicles and the Books of Herobrine and Notch, collecting dust and looking just as old. Has it really been that long since the Shadowfall? I cannot say. I live beyond time, watching human civilizations rise and fall and keeping the supernatural at bay.
If I really wanted to count the years...
I had to consult the ancient tomes of calenders for this. According to the old Villager texts, it has been over a thousand years.
My Notch, I've gotten old. And with only a single grey streak to show for it. You could say I've become a little wiser and a little meaner, but I haven't changed much at all since then. Ah, well...
Anyway, I've finally gone off on another adventure, just like my first so very famous expedition. Yes, I've gotten into trouble, and yes, I've stuck my nose places it doesn't belong, as usual. It's what I'm here for, after all.
It would be best if you read my tale beforehand, as it would explain some of the things I mention here.
For those who are unfamiliar with me, I am one of seven special creations of Notch, guardians over the Overworld. Our names are Dragon, Rose, Wolf, Dawn, Sky, and Lee. We named ourselves, long ago when we first awakened. We are the most formidable creatures anything has ever met, besides the Creator himself.
My name is Huntress, and this is the tale of my newest adventure.
My adventure began, like all my adventures, with a breathless librarian pounding on the door as I worked in the forge.
I was in the floor below the ground of my FireForge citadel in a huge forge equipped with lava streams and End crystals, working to finish the repair work on a set of obsidian armor. My old set hung on the wall as a guide. I was just barely able to hear the knocking on the door over my work- I paused, taking off my earmuffs, and sure enough, there was someone there, trying desperately to get my attention. I put down my tools and went to the door, removing my thick goggles.
"Yes?"
"I've been looking all over for you!" The Villager burst out. "Dragon wants to see you immediately."
"Well, why didn't you say so before..." I muttered. "I'll be right there."
Off came my forging leathers, and on went my cloak, and off I went through the door, riding hard for Dragon's city.
He was waiting for me at the gates.
"You won't believe what I found," he said as he helped me off my mount. "Come inside."
Dragon led me down the main street of the rebuilt D.C., (Once called "Diamond City" after the massive amounts of diamonds we found there, and destroyed in the events preceding the Shadowfall for those who haven't read my former tale), and into a small wooden structure, no more than two stories tall. Inside, it was filled with shelves of books, from floor to ceiling. The desk in the center of the space was dominated by a huge map- one bigger than any of mine. I went over to inspect it.
"Dragon- where did you get this?" There was an entire continent covering the lower half of the map that I had never seen before. Ever. I had never traveled past the desert at the south edge of the one we lived on.
"This was brought to me by one of the people living in the savannahs south of here. Do you remember them? We visited them once when the mutagen broke out among the hostile creatures. There was one in particular-"
"Derek. I remember," I replied. "He came all the way here to deliver this?"
"No," Dragon answered. "He delivered it as far as Rose's forest, and she brought it here to me. She thought you might want to take a look."
I rolled my eyes.
"It's a map. A map of a place Notch ordained was beyond our domain. Dragon, what about this map? There has to be a story here." Dragon grinned at me.
"There is." He leaned on the table, smoothing the map with his palms. "Derek told Rose that he heard say of a mysterious shadow stalking the night in the southern continent."
I leaned opposite to him.
"And?"
"And... this shadow has white eyes. Who do we know of that has white eyes?"
I nearly choked then and there. My eyes went wide, and I'm pretty sure flashed white themselves. They still did that when I got upset. I couldn't help it.
"Dragon, I swear, if this is another useless goose chase-"
"It isn't." he interrupted sharply. "I verified it."
"How?" I asked. Dragon wasn't grinning anymore.
"Notch still owed me some answers when we left off at Shadowfall. I went to the Temple to collect when I got this map. Remember when Notch wouldn't answer when you asked what became of Herobrine? He finally told me." I looked up, mixed emotions rising fast.
"Huntress," Dragon continued, "Herobrine is alive."
But before I could leap for joy, he finished his statement.
"But you won't recognize him as the Herobrine you knew."
The trip we made was a long one. I was ready to rush off at that instant, and Dragon knew better than to argue. My eyes were glaring white the entire time we prepared after our conversation in the D.C. library- perhaps that's what convinced him to hurry and at my pace.
We took our mounts, a chestnut mare and a black palomino gelding, and we were off into the wilds, using the roads where we could and riding open when they ended. We traveled straight south for as long as we could across the open plains, but the dense oak forests had to be skirted around, and the horses couldn't tolerate steep mountains. I led us west over the mesas instead, and at last we reached the savannahs, and from there, we turned southeast again, until we reached the shore.
Derek and his town agreed to take care of our mounts for us as we sailed across the ocean, and just like that, we built boats and went.
The ocean trip went on for over two days and nights of simply staring across the blue. I was sorely tired and aching when we finally struck land and stumbled onto the sand, dragging our boats up with us. I scouted around wearily while Dragon set up camp, and when the sun went down, we rolled into our cloaks and slept beneath the stars.
We traveled and camped for several days on end before we met the first sign of civilization. We came upon a walled-in city filled with less-than-happy people that looked badly fed and fearful of us. The whole town was a wreck- half-broken doors, cracked windows, pockmarked wood, chipped brick...I pulled up my hood and passed them by with Dragon, looking for anything that looked like a tavern or inn. At last, we found one, at the dead end of a dirt road close to the wooden palisade.
"Are there any open rooms for the night in town?" I called as we walked into the dimly lit bar. Dragon quickly ordered some water for the both of us, promising to buy something more expensive later when the bartender gave us a glare. I had to duck my head to hide my flashing eyes. Humans! I thought. I tolerated them when they acted immature- they didn't live long so they didn't have much time to learn better, so it was forgivable. Usually.
"No rooms," a man at the bar answered for us. "No beds, no nothing. You'd best be moving along out of town before sunset, foreigners." He got an elbow in the side and a sharp glare from his neighbor.
"Don't mind the old 'un," the other apologized, "But folks in this town don't like outsiders. I hate to be rude, but there really ain't an open place in town tonight. The town watch would want a fine from you if you stayed in the walls too long." I nodded my thanks.
"We'll camp outside of town." The man boggled at me.
"Ye can't be serious!" he exclaimed. "Outside? By night?" I replied with a cold smile.
"Yes," I answered calmly. Dragon shot me a glare that said stop drawing attention.
I shot him a sly look back that said we're already the center of attention. Dragon sniffed subtly and looked away.
The bartender came over and handed us our glass water bottles. I stopped him and asked him what was on the menu tonight.
"Roast chicken with carrots or steak n' potatoes, and pumpkin pie served with either for desert. Two emeralds per person per meal." he said gruffly. My eyes widened slightly at the price of a good meal, but unwilling to make the man dislike me any more than he did, I handed over four emeralds for Dragon and I to eat.
"Two steak and potatoes then, with the pie." I ordered. The man nodded curtly and retreated behind his bar, calling our orders to the cook behind the drink stand.
"What's the name of this town?" I asked the man at the bar.
"Who me? Ah-" He quieted suddenly at the glare from the bartender.
"Don't go asking questions!" he snapped at us. "Just eat your meal and move along." He passed us our plates. I picked up my silverware and dug into the steak. Dragon left his untouched. He was staring intently at the rude grey-haired man.
"Who went running off?" he inquired. Apparently the old one had muttered something that I had missed. I perked up and listened, my hands falling still.
"I said," the old man threatened as he stood from his stool, "that you and yer cur should move out of town with that damn fool Stonewall and-" He was silenced by a hard swat from his neighbor.
"Why you-" he started.
"ENOUGH!" the bartender bellowed. Glaring at us all, he admonished, "NOT in my tavern."
I stood suddenly, striding over to the old man and giving a withering glare to the bartender to stay out of this.
"Listen closely old rat," I growled softly, my face close to his, "Be careful when you call a bloodhound a cur." I flipped my cloak aside to reveal the hilt of my black sword.
"Huntress," Dragon said warningly, and I relented, backing off a few steps. I smiled at the old man.
"We want no trouble here." I seated myself again. "Now, who is this Stonewall figure?" The old man sniffed and the kinder one next to him took over.
"Steven Stonewall was his name. He was a miner in this town. He heard tell of good pickings in the south somewhere and left to see what he could dig. He was a good man- always a little on the fanciful side, though. He always tried to see the best in things, even when he lost everything." He shook his head and looked down at his drink. I swallowed my bite of steak. I realized in that moment he was speaking in past tense.
"I'm sorry, was?" I asked, putting emphasis on the word. The man looked back at me.
"He hasn't returned since...since last year, in fact. He wouldn't abandon his family, and he should have come back by now whether he found anything or not. Everyone here thinks he's dead. The shame is, his family can't keep up their rent without him."
Rent! What human town charges rent for safe housing?! I was aghast at these people. Notch, what were you thinking not letting us protect this continent?
"Where does the Stonewall family live?" I asked, standing up from the table. The men at the bar gawked- our plates were clean in almost an instant. I sighed.
"Where does the Stonewall family live? Tell me." I repeated firmly. The bartender swallowed.
"Edge of town, to the south of here. They're in a two-room oak house."
I thanked the man and left with Dragon.
"Can you ever not frighten them so badly?" He mildly scolded. I grinned wickedly at him.
"First you're going to have to give me a reason to try," I replied, and he chuckled and turned away.
"Mrs. Stonewall?"
A woman answered the door at the sound of Dragon's voice and looked up at his weathered face, then at me. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes as she looked at my face, and she suddenly backed away and tried to slam the door. Dragon caught it and swung it back open, further scaring the woman. She backed away from the door even further and put her hands up as if to ward off evil.
"Please, we aren't here to hurt you. There's something we just need to ask you."
"No!" the woman burst out. "No, leave me alone, I paid my rent, just leave me in peace!"
"We aren't with the city. In fact, we aren't even from here." I explained. "Please, ma'am, it's urgent. It has to do with your son."
She fell silent then.
"What about my Steve?" She said in a voice barely above a whisper. I exhaled slowly.
"You tell me." I replied. "May we come in?" Mrs. Stonewall nodded dumbly and opened the door fully to allow us entry, even offering to take our cloaks. Her eyes widened at the sight of our armor and weapons, but she tried valiantly to hide her alarm as she hung our cloaks on the wall.
"What is it you wanted to ask me?" she asked. I glanced at the fireplace, where a young girl sat.
"It might be better if we sat down. This may take a while." I said, avoiding the question momentarily. In a softer voice, bent closer to her ear, I added, "It also may be better if you sent your daughter out of the room." She nodded her understanding and went over to the girl, carrying the half-asleep child to the other room and then returning and softly shutting the door.
I gestured for her to be seated, and Dragon sat in the other chair by the fire. I leaned against the warm mantel stones to the right of the fireplace.
"Ma'am," Dragon began in a soft, soothing voice, "We were told of two things when we came. First, a white-eyed specter had been seen in these parts, and when we arrived in town, we heard that your son had gone off. Could these two be connected somehow?" The woman stiffened and paled.
"My Notch," She whispered. I looked up in interest. There was a connection after all? So far we'd just been running on a hunch. She saw the curious gleam in my eyes.
"I- You should go! It isn't safe here, not with you around!" She stood to shoo us out. I swiftly stepped up and grasped her shoulders. She was a small woman, her face lined and her hair greyed more from strife than age. I knew the look. I had grey hairs myself from the same.
"Stop and think about this." I hissed. "Two well-armed, well-seasoned warriors come to your house asking about your son and a being of legend. Our purpose couldn't possibly be for money or for fame- Notch knows we have more of that than any human that walks this world. Now listen closely and listen well. We only want to help. And when I say that, I mean it in full. Nothing, and I mean nothing can overpower us. We need information, and I know you have something. Tell me, I'm begging you."
The woman looked at me incredulously, and I realized I was getting nowhere. I stepped back and partially drew my black sword, Shadowfall.
"Do you want to know how I got this sword?" I asked the woman, but she was too drawn up in the glittering black depths of the blade to answer. I quickly sheathed it again.
"This is a weapon I procured from the End." She looked up at me like I was insane, but I merely grinned at Dragon, who shrugged from his seat.
"Don't go telling everything," he warned. "Notch owes you this much, but he won't tolerate legends of us spreading outside our domain." I gave him a mock-glare. He shrugged again and rested his head on one hand leaning against the armrest. "Your head, not mine." Mrs. Stonewall looked between me and Dragon several times.
"Who are you?" she asked fearfully, taking a step back. Dragon had warned me not to tell everything, so I made her swear to keep what we told her a secret. I took a deep breath.
"We are guardians. A special breed created by Notch. I am here with Dragon on a mission to find someone lost to us long ago."
I explained everything to the woman, who suddenly broke down in tears when I finished. Little by little, we gathered the sobering tale of what had happened to her family- first her husband, then her oldest son, then Steve vanishing off into the unknown.
"That's the last I saw of him." She whispered, tears running down her face. The fire was burning low by then, and I could hear the sound of monsters in the distance.
A single tear ran down my face when she finished her tale. I quickly wiped it away.
Sweet, blessed Notch, of all times, so help me now...
Herobrine had murdered her family.
Herobrine was alive all right, but what had he become? Would the cycle of madness ever end? The woman took a shuddering breath.
"You looked so much like him it scared me," the woman said, and I looked up sharply. "You have the same face as him, and those eyes...I could have sworn I saw them turn white." I smiled grimly.
"That's not the first time I've gotten that," I replied dimly. Herobrine and I did look alike in a few ways, I suppose. We had the same straight nose and similar strong jawlines and cheekbones, but my eyes had a certain lilt to them that differed, and my mouth wasn't quite as wide. I was slenderer than Herobrine, and of course, clearly female. But when my eyes went white, I could be mistaken for him from a distance, especially when in armor. Thick plates did wonders in hiding one's gender.
"That's all we need," Dragon assured the woman. She looked at us expectantly.
"Do you need anywhere to stay tonight?" she asked, but I shook my head.
"We promised not to stay in town overnight. Paying fines is annoying." Mrs. Stonewall's face twisted in shock.
"Outside? By night?"
I chuckled at her reaction and rested an easy hand on the hilt of Firefall at my side.
"Trust me," I said grimly, "We can handle it. We can probably take it better than the town watchmen."
"If you say so," she sighed, but she seemed grateful. Probably didn't need any fines to pay either.
We were almost out the door when I suddenly turned and pressed a handful of something into her hands.
"I heard you had a nasty debt. I hope these help."
"What? I-"
"Just take them," I insisted. "I have plenty more where that came from."
Dragon and I vanished out the door before the woman could even take a look at what she held. I watched unseen through the window as she gaped at the glistening diamonds in her hand. Then we rushed out into the night, climbing over the cracked and crumbling palisade and into the night without a glance back.
The sun rose on us at last as we blearily staggered up another rise. We had traveled and fought all night long, and although I usually had a wonderfully good time at this, it got old when we reached the wee hours of the morning. I would be all right with a few hours of daylight.
"Rough night, agreed?" Dragon probed, and I nodded.
"Agreed."
The monsters here were strangely numerous and stronger than the ones back home. There was a healing cut across my cheek where a zombie had managed to swipe at me and gouge deep enough to bleed. That taught me to keep my helm on from then on. Dragon had a bruise forming on his face, but those were the only injuries we had sustained. Still, I was surprised that we had any at all. Dragon and I were both superior fighters.
I grinned mirthlessly. Perhaps we'd gotten sloppy.
There was another long stretch of camping and traveling, and Dragon and I survived on the provisions we brought in our inventories and whatever we could hunt. I was suddenly glad I hadn't used my inventory around the humans. They had no such power, and items just appearing in our hands unsettled them.
I was lighting the campfire one night while Dragon was scouting around, when suddenly, he came running back to camp with a yell.
"What?" I shouted back, dropping my flint and steel. He vaulted over the dirt walls protecting our camp and skidded to a stop in front of me, panting.
"You need to come see this."
Without hesitation, I followed after Dragon down the path he had made crashing through the forest undergrowth, up a steep hill, and then up a tall spruce tree.
"There," he pointed out, his finger guiding my eyes first to a small village nestled behind three cliff walls, and then to what looked like the ruins of a small kingdom. I couldn't make out much in the distance, but I could see the outline of what seemed to be a castle. The ruins of one, at least. It was too dark to tell, and the castle wasn't lit up like the village.
"Looks like something interesting," I began, and Dragon nodded vigorously.
"Looks like adventure, or riches, or just the sort of thing that would attract someone like you..." he began, and I caught on to his line of thought.
"Or someone like our Steve. What do you say?" Dragon turned and looked at the village. Suddenly, he turned and stared. The lights had gotten brighter. Much brighter.
"Wait..."
I looked up too, and I squinted to make out a wooden platform in the middle of the village square. It was livid with light.
"What's going on?" I asked, and Dragon shrugged beside me, rustling the branch resting across his shoulder.
I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Dragon..." I murmured. He didn't respond, he was watching the platform too intently.
"Dragon!" I snapped, and he turned. "I don't think we're alone." His eyes widened subtly as he realized what I meant. I could sense something else nearby. Very nearby. "We need to split. You check out the village. I need to see who's watching us." He scoffed slightly.
"Why that arrangement?"
"Because you're the charming one," I replied in kind and jumped out of the tree, rolling on my landing. Dragon sighed and came down too, more carefully than I. With a nod, he jogged off in the direction of the village. I went back to camp and produced from my inventory something special I had prepared in case I met the worst-case scenario.
Wrapped up in soft wool was a set of black obsidian armor, the very set I had been working on at FireForge when Dragon called me out. I had finished it just before we left. It shone with End magic, the kind that Sscalaaerfion, the Enderman formerly in a coma in the Nether, had taught me. I touched the crystal around my neck to the crystal embedded in the chestplate, and both shone to life and quickly quieted again. I stripped off my mail and leg irons and put on the obsidian set.
I wanted to be ready if I met Herobrine tonight.
I knew something familiar was out there. I could feel it in every fiber of my being. There- movement. I locked onto it carefully and tried to discern what it was. But then it was gone, and I was left to grumble in frustration and keep looking.
I was standing atop a tree, scanning the forest, when a head-slamming force blasted into my thoughts.
HUNTRESS!
"Ack!" I almost lost my balance, and angrily, I sought out the mind that was trying to reach me.
"You need practice!" I mentally snapped at Dragon. According to Notch, all guardians had the ability to communicate telepathically over long distances, but it was tricky getting the hang of it. With the help of the Enderman, I had mastered it first, but Dragon was a little slower on the uptake.
"No time for lectures!" he hastily replied. "Get to the village! NOW!" He lost focus suddenly and the connection snapped off. I swore violently and took off towards the blot of light on the horizon.
I was well out of breath when I crested the rise, but that was nothing compared to the shock I got. There was a stampede of pink squealing creatures tumbling down at the village from every nook and crevice I could see like a rock slide. One almost ran me down as it passed me, and I quickly jumped back up onto the tree. I swore again, from sheer shock and horrified awe.
I had never seen so many pigs at once.
The animals were moving en mass to the village at alarming speed as one body, trampling everything in their path.
This is just sick... I thought to myself, and remembered what I read in the Chronicles. Herobrine had used a tactic like this during the Ender War. He would possess animals such as chickens or pigs- the most innocent of creatures- and turn them into terrifying weapons of destruction and slaughter. I remembered the flattened blocks of the Steve city and shuddered.
The pigs had finished their mad rush past me and were entering the village. Not a moment to loose, I focused on the nearest rooftop. Closing my eyes to focus, I called upon the power in my suit of armor and teleported. My vision fizzed with purple sparks for a moment and cleared all at once, and I found myself kneeling on the roof of a village house.
The sight below me was sheer pandemonium. Pigs were racing though the streets much faster than pigs should run, and in huge herds that were trampling down every person in sight. Seeing a child right in the path of destruction, I drew Firefall and dove down sword-first, impaling the pig and pinning it to the ground. I swept the child up into my arms and leaped up onto the porch of the next house, depositing the child safely inside.
"Huntress!"
"What?!" I replied while I yanked my sword from the pig.
"The platform. Come to the platform!"
"On my way."
Grappling my way up to the roof of the house, I jumped house-to-house to the city square, landing with a resounding boom on the wooden planks of the porch stairs, breaking them under me. Pigs were swarming around it wildly, and atop the platform...
What?
Blinking in confusion, I saw not one but two very familiar-looking figures. They both looked like Herobrine. Squinting, I focused more carefully on the two and sorted them out. One was standing dumbly center-stage, iron cuffs about his wrists with a few links of broken chains. The other was looking murderously at a big man cowering on his back on the edge of the platform, waving an empty bow about uselessly.
I remembered what Mrs. Stonewall had said- Steve looked strikingly like the thing she saw kill her husband. That had to be Steve.
And the monster about to kill the archer must be Herobrine.
Steve was shouting something, but Herobrine took no heed. He lifted up the archer by his neck and threw him headlong into the house across the street. There was a woman inside that saw the projectile coming and ran shrieking for her life out of the house. I saw blood explode in a horrifying spray with the gray dust and screamed.
"HEROBRINE!"
Unfortunately, he heard me. Steve was moving to stop him- perhaps calm him down?- but Herobrine vanished off the stage. I was inside the house that instant.
Too late.
Herobrine's sword rang off the back of the armor. I cried out sharply and fell under the heavy blow, but my armor held. Ripping Skyfall from its sheath, I met the next blow head-on with one of my own. I was still stuck on the floor, with all the strength of Herobrine holding me down, but I had a thousand years of fighting experience to back me now. I was older and wiser than this version of my once-friend. I heaved off his sword and rolled to my feet, striking hard and fast again and again.
But Herobrine, despite everything, was still crafty. He suddenly switched grips on his sword and, with his fist wrapped tightly around the iron hilt of the diamond sword, rammed it into my face. The blow was angled so my helmet flew off and I was thrown backwards into the air and into the wall from the sheer force of it.
Dizzy, I tried to regain my feet, but Herobrine had his hand around my neck and rammed me once, twice, and then a third time into the wall. Hard. On the third blow, the wall broke from behind us and crumbled. We sprawled out onto the street.
Kicking viciously, I threw Herobrine off and drew Firefall from my left hip, gripping it in my left hand and Skyfall in my right. I was furious, and my eyes were shining brilliant white to prove it. Herobrine saw my eyes and something seemed to change. His eyes dimmed a few degrees, and he hesitated.
Good.
I sprang forward and attacked without mercy, hoping to throw him off balance and finally beat some answers out of him.
"I-can't-believe-you-spent-this-thousand-years-doing-this!" I snarled, putting a blow behind each word. For the last one, I pivoted and aligned both my swords, slashing them parallel in a horizontal line that smashed aside Herobrine's blocking sword and bit deep into his side. Blood pooled around the wounds, and I saw a bright light flare up around them. The wounds were closing already as blood flowed and covered them.
Herobrine met my eyes. In that moment, I had a jarring flashback to the Shadowfall, when Herobrine lay bleeding to death under my hands. He looked deeply into my eyes...
And was gone.
Just like that, I was back into reality, and Herobrine blinked out of view. I shook my head suddenly and looked wildly around, but he had vanished.
Something hit me hard behind the knees. With a yell, I fell backwards as my feet were swept out from under me, and in an instant, a stampede of pigs began to trample over me. My swords flew away from me as I fell- I scrabbled for them, for anything, to escape the crushing force of the animals. My hand closed around the smooth hilt of something. Jerking my arm in, I swung wildly with abandon and the creatures burying me in sharp hooves and heavy bodies. Pigs fell squealing, and I was able to regain my feet, reclaim my swords, and flee.
"Huntress!" Dragon was rushing down the street at me, dodging pigs. I ran to meet him, and together, we tore out of the overrun village, desperate to get away and regain our bearings. We turned again and again, until at last, we collapsed just outside the village in a field of wheat. I fell flat on my back and barked in pain suddenly. Realizing my mistake, I flipped moaning onto my back. Herobrine's blow had hurt.
"What is it?" Dragon asked. I looked up.
"It's him all right," I muttered, cradling my head in my hands. "He was strong back there. Really strong. What else did Notch tell you about him?" Dragon sat back and sighed. Earlier at D.C., he had explained how Notch had lost track of Herobrine almost entirely. What he knew was that Herobrine would resurrect somewhere, but he didn't know where, and he would likely have no memory of who he was or where he came from.
But his powers would be restored.
"Every last one of his god's abilities is back in him," Dragon re-explained to me then. "But the catch is that he may or may not remember all of them or how to use them."
I sat up painfully.
"Notch help me- What do we do now?" I futilely asked the star-strewn skies above. Dragon scooted up next to me, gripping my hand in his.
"We did find him," he offered. I looked at him, but his expression was serious. "What? Step one: Find Herobrine, complete. Now we just decide on step two."
I gave him a funny look, but decided he was right. Reluctantly, I nodded.
"We did find him," I echoed. My eyes kept watching the stars, as if that would give me any answers at all.
"I just don't know what to do next."
