Well, I'd say this chapter is a bit short but the next one is LONG. (My plan for this story is to finish one chapter, then another, then publish the preview chapter before starting the next one).

And don't ask me why I'm doing this in parts.

Well, here's Part II: Light Never Fades.


Part II: Light Never Fades

Light never fades.

Why doesn't he know that?

Herobrine doesn't know that?

He tries his best to get rid of it, but its impossible.

A refuge from a devastated village, a survivor in one of his raids. One called Light.

My name is Lite. A far descendant of Steve, the immortal Minecraftian to protect us all. The one Herobrine hated second most to Notch.

My family's origin is kept secret only to those of us.

The moment Herobrine found the village called Light yesterday, he destroyed it mercilessly. Its nothing but burning rubble covered with corpses of those who couldn't make it out with their lives.

Me and this little 5-year-old girl named Aenae are the only ones I've seen whom survived the devastation.

One of her gentle stroked the river water flowing through the stream.

"Stop it," I said to her "You're scaring the fish."

Aenae just nodded, her blond braids bouncing up and down. She removed her hand just as I felt a tug on the pole.

"Got, got get!" I yelled and flung it up.

A thin, blue flush fluttered on the end of my line. I took my fist and pounded the creature until it died.

"You know how to make a fire?" I asked Aenae "A small, undetectable fire?"

"Yes," the girl said in her quiet voice.

"Good. Can't have Herobrine finding us. And be careful with that hand."

Aenae's left hand was crushed under a stone block when I found her. I wrapped it up the best I could with whatever I could find worth of, but I knew it still hurt. She was lucky enough to make it out of Herobrine's onslaught alive.

So was I.

I wrapped up the fish the best I could with oak leaves and set it on Aenae's coals. I wafted the smell into my nose and sighed. I felt ready to eat it but it had to cook. For now, I could start a conversation with this girl. If I could.

"So…" I said and tilted my head.

Aenae pointed to my wooden sword, recently crafted. "How you make?"

"How do you make my sword?" I asked. Aenae nodded. "Okay. Watch."

With my hands and strength, I was able to cut into the tree and able to remove enough items to make a small sword for Aenae. In the grass, my fingers made 9-by-9 blocks to represent a crafting table square. "Its best to use a crafting table to put everything together correctly," I explained "I memorized it, but here. First you need some sticks…"

In the end, it wasn't much of a sword. More like a wooden knife. Her petite hands were able to wrap around the handle. By then, the food was done. The small meal was in silence except for the running of river water and the noises of the wandering nearby animals.

I covered up the coals in dirt and said, "I know there's a settlement westward." I squinted to the falling sun. "The sun sets in the west, so we should be going that way."

I helped Aenae to her feet, gathered up the fishing pole and swords, and we followed the sun until it was on the peek of the horizon. By then, her feet were hurting. We took drinks from the river. I helped her up into a tree, and we slept.

Aenae screams woke me. I looked below and saw a zombie taking refuge under our tree, or trying to knock it down with his meager strength to get us.

"Stay up here," I said and jumped to the ground. The zombie was too late to turn as my wooden sword sliced off its head.

I was about the look up, about to tell Aenae it was okay, when something caught my eye across the river. I looked and saw something flash away.

"Another zombie," I mumbled.

But I was wrong.

A figure appeared across the river. Its bright eyes glared into mine.

Herobrine. He found us.

No, I didn't think he saw Aenae, more preoccupied with me and the diamond sword in his hand he was aching to use. Not looking at the frightened girl, I shushed her.

"Quiet and still," I said softly "I may not be back."

I pretended to never see the demon. I turned and walked along the river side, not looking at him. I peeked every once in a while and saw him walking along the other side of the river. He was waiting for something. Did he know where I come from? A person from the recently destroyed Light? Did he know I was a descendant of Steve? Did he really know Aenae was encased in a tree, staying quiet and still?

I denied the last one. I turned in deeper of the woods, hoping to lose him by a long-shot. No, when I turned around Herobrine was a few blocks behind me.

My stomach dropping with fear, I ran. Thats when something flashed in front of me and kicked me to the ground.

I yelped and swung my sword, forgetting everything I've been taught and just thrashing my pitiful wooden sword. It was ripped from my hands when I hit the ground in a thud. Standing on my stomach was Herobrine, his diamond sword with a slight tint of orange Fire Aspect pointed just under my chin.

I screamed.

"Thought you'd get away from me for long, did you human?" he said demonically "Well its too bad for you. The last one alive from that village. Now the very existence wiped out."

So he doesn't know about Aenae. I could feel the warmth of the sword as I thought of her. A small, crippled-hand, 5-year-old girl left with only a fishing pole and a wooden knife/sword in a tree. She can't even speak right. I'm about to die and I'm thinking of her.

And suddenly everyone else victimized by Herobrine's hand.

"Last words, human?" Herobrine asked and pressed the point of the sword on my neck.

I could've begged for mercy, screamed for help, said anything worthy of being my last. But what I said made Herobrine slash his sword across my corpse multiple times and and then choke me as I burned.

"Light never fades."


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