Out of the same place as Notch – seemingly nowhere – came Herobrine. He arrived in the Aether, and everything seemed normal.

However, Herobrine was jealous of Notch's power and strength, and, behind his back, stole some of his energy. Slowly, he created horrible freaks of nature, zombies, skeletons, and even mutated a poor pig into what would eventually become the creeper.

In a fit of rage, seemingly caused by nothing, Herobrine attempted to kill his brother. Notch, sensing his brother's anger, managed to restrain him, and his guards attempted to bring their Lord's brother into Notch's dungeon. However, Herobrine killed them, and brought them back to life to confront his brother in a final battle.

Notch was able to stop his brother's undead creations, but was almost killed by Herobrine's other monsters. Horrified by the disgusting torture of his creations as he was, Notch still showed his brother mercy and, instead of killing him like he should have, banished him to the Overworld.

Herobrine, deciding not to give up, use a large amount of his remaining energy to create his own realm, a backwards version of the Aether buried beneath the bedrock of the Overworld, filled with flames and even more horrible beasts than his other monsters: giant tentacled beasts that floated through the sky, burning spectral beings that protect his realm, and demonic black skeletons to guard his land – the Nether.

Upon creation of his palace deep in the Nether, Herobrine started to work on creating more of his monsters. He released the undead creatures, creepers, and he even Notch's own spiders, upon the Overworld, and Notch, in a bid to defend his world, made sure that sunlight turned these creatures to ash. He would've made it that these monsters couldn't even leave the Nether, but Notch seemed to be unable to do so, some form of trickery by Herobrine.

This angered Herobrine even more, and he eventually decided he had had enough.

And thus, the War for the Overworld begun.


Herobrine slammed the book shut, resisting the urge to shout in anger.

That wasn't what happened at all, Herobrine thought, and he cursed the creators of this pathetic book.

Sending the book flying into the Nether, watching it burst into ashes as soon as it touched the lava that surrounded his palace, which was what he would now be calling his fortress.

"At least they appreciated my stature as a king", Herobrine said. Ignoring the creeper staring at him, he stormed out of the room.


Another chapter of this, because I don't what to really do in any other story, and also it leads onto another story I would like to write *cough* Herobrine *cough*.

Thanks for reading, as always.

~ Dark