Hello again, my friends! Before I begin this chapter, I'm sad to say I have some bad news. My sister and I are no longer co-writing this story; Things didn't work out. We both wanted different things to happen in the story, and she tried to claim more rights to the story when technically, the only thing she came up with was the Creeper girl...My story and hers are no longer connected. She can use Alex and all of the characters I'm using as long as she continues to let me use hers.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and my sister AmethystEmerald106 would both appreciate it if you continued to read both versions :)
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Alex's P.O.V

"Alex." I corrected automatically. I hated it when people called me my full name. I suppose you could say it was a pet-peeve of mine...

I gulped. What was I thinking, saying even a word to this Herobrine?! He was evil, the king of Griefers, the definition of evil! His eyes felt like they peered right into my soul.
What would he do to me?

Instead of blasting me with a lightning bolt or poisoning me, he only shook his head sadly. "You think I'm evil, don't you? Curse Notch and his lies..."

I stood their, looking down into the pond. I blinked. What did he mean? Notch would never lie to us!

"That must be a common mistake now, after what he did to me..."

"Wh-what did Notch do to you?" I asked shakily.

"I am not what Notch says I am, Alex." he said defiantly. "I am not a monster."

"What happened?!" I demanded. Curses. I had to stop doing that, someday it was bound to get me killed...

He looked at me with sympathy. "Close your eyes, Alex. Let me show you the truth."

Everything turned white. I blinked, and then things started to appear.

And then I saw them. Two dark haired men sat on thrones. One was dressed in silver and blue. He looked calm and serious. He sat on the Iron throne, with an Iron crown upon his head.

Another looked identical, almost. Except he had an expression on his face that expressed greed, maybe even insanity. He looked so...hungry. This man wore a red and gold robe, and had a golden crown. This one sat on the gold throne.

Just then, I remembered an ancient tale I hadn't heard since i was a young girl. Long ago, when the Overworld only first formed inside the universe of Minecraftia, two twin brothers took their places as kings. They balanced each other out, and kept things in order. These kings were Notch and Herobrine.

In the story, Herobrine had turned evil, and Notch had to lock him inside the Nether, his own prison. Notch saved the world, and ruled it alone. The end.

But the scene I was just about to watch showed a completely different story.

At first, I saw that things seemed to be going fine in the palace. I nodded; that matched up with the story I had heard before.

But then something happened.

The one sitting on the golden throne (Notch) stood up, appearing to be angry. "I'm terribly and horribly sick of ruling with you! All you ever want to do is work, work, and work some more! Don't you ever just want to sit and relax, Herobrine?! Don't you ever want to sit in your pile of riches...Oh, sweet, beautiful riches..."

Herobrine buried his face in his hands. "Of course I want to relax, sometimes, Notch! But ruling Minecraftia takes a lot of hard work. It needs more than one person to keep everything in order."

I looked back towards Notch, and stared uneasily at the sparkle in his eye. Someone was off. "Oh really, brother? I suppose we shall see, we certainly will..." he mumbled, to quiet for his brother to hear.

I leaned in, anxious to see what Notch meant by that.

It turned blank white again, and then another place reappeared. Notch and Herobrine seemed to be standing at the gates to a village. The walls were to high to see anything inside, but I could've sworn I saw some smoke...

"Why do you want me to go in there?" Herobrine asked his brother, sounding suspicious.

Notch had the same devious look splattered across his face. "Oh, it's a surprise! You wouldn't want to spoil it, would you, dear brother?" his tone sounded sickeningly sugarcoated.

Herobrine scanned his brothers face. I could tell he knew something was up. He sighed, and seemed to realize the only way to make his brother stop bothering him, though, was to do as Notch wished him to do. The gate started opening, and Herobrine stepped through.

Both he and I gasped.

Suddenly, the reason why I had seen smoke earlier made sense... The village was completely on fire! Houses were destroyed, stands were emptied of their diamonds, emeralds, and other goodies.

"Notch!" Herobrine bellowed, as he ran through the village, trying to dump as much water as he could. It only made a bigger mess. "What did you do?!"

"Ididn't do anything!" Notch cackled crazily. "Oh my, guards! Look what Herobrine did! He's a...Griefer!"

Golden Golems rushed over to Notch's side. They saluted him, and ran as fast as they could to grab Herobrine.

"Wait!" Herobrine cried. "No! I didn't do this!" The Golems payed him no mind. They grabbed him, and threw him into a completely sealed Iron wagon.

"Off to the dungeons!" Notch exclaimed happily. "Now, all the Gold is mine! I am the only KING OF MINECRAFTIA!"

Now, we were inside the Nether. I heard Ghasts wailing in the distance, Lava flowing down mountains of Netherrack. Notch locked an unconscious Herobrine into an Obsidian Fortress.

I watched helplessly as the doors locked, and Notch hid the key inside a chest I had never seen before.

We were back in the real world now. I sat down next to the pond.

"Notch took my dignity, my freedom, and my sight." he said, while touching his white eyes. "He took my life. I am now just a fragment of my soul, appearing before you. Free me, Alex. I beg of you."

"How?" I asked. "How do I free you?"

"You can not free me by yourself, that is for sure. You will need the Mobs of Light, to open the chest. Time is of the essence."

"What's going to happened?"

"Notch knows what is going on. He is killing all of the mobs to ensure there will be no Mobs of Light ever again. And then he will cast a spell to give him 'Creative Mode', but it has only been tried once before. And it almost destroyed Minecraftia. You must stop him before it's too late."

I looked down. I hated responsibility.

"You have until the sun sets one week from now. Good luck, Alex."