Herobrine was frozen in place as the crying obsidian boy motioned for the knights to stop. "Stand down!" the knights obeyed, dropping their swords, taking off their helmets and kneeling. The crying obsidian man smiled kindly atHerobrine, pulling out a lantern. "It's ok, Herobrine. Don't be afraid. Come here." Herobrine wasn't sure. Was this all a trap? He glared slightly and gripped his stone sword even tighter. "it's ok. I understand you're afraid. But it's ok. Trust me." He thought for a few moments. Then, quietly, still gripping his sword, took a step. Then another. And another. He slowly picked up speed, but still slow, as he approached the man of crying obsidian. The man held his hand out to him, and he hesitantly reached for it...

then the man gasped in horror. "WATCH OUT!" a child's voice screamed. ZING. He felt a sharp pain in his neck as he collapsed to the floor, something wet and somewhat thick forming on his neck. The stranger looked shocked. "HEROBRINE!"

He remembered nothing more then that, except for blackness, yelling, the ZING, ZING, ZING of arrows, and people talking frantically about him as he was lifted up onto something and was being taken away to somewhere. "Oh Notch! We have to get him to the clinic, ASAP!" a young female voice cried. "Those griefing midnight again! How did they find us?" a man's voice demanded.

"CLOSE THE BEDROCK GATES! INTIATE THE LOCKS!" a voice could be heard yelling commands in the distance.

Then nothing.

Blurry. Everything, so griefing blurry. He heard the faint sound of voices. He felt that he was in some sort of bed...where was he? Was that all just some nightmare?

He heard what sounded like the stranger's voice talking to someone else's. "Ok, so here's the deal. He is 17 years old, very young for someone of high ranking to want him dead, and he was at least 2 when Notch found him on the street in the pouring rain. He has a history of several mental illnesses, including paranoia, and at age 14 killed a servant for no known reason. Notch then locked him up. There, he lived in isolation for 2 years before being releasedwhether he relocated to a cluster of houses at age 16. On his 17th birthday, Jeb ordered for him to locked a second time, but Noverhead the power toverride that order. However, this didn't keep Herobrine safe for long. He is believed to have a disease that causes Anemia, And the eyes to be completely white! Along with spells of severe coughing." "Wow, Indie, how did you get all that info?" another voice asked. So the guy's name was Indie? Strange name, but meh, Herobrine was a stranger name.."i have been sending spies for years. It is the duty of the resistance to Keep track of possible victims." "ah."

He groaned quietly. "Ah! He's awake!" "What...where..."

He saw Indie's blurred figure walking up to him. "Hey there, are you feeling...?" "ach.." he uttered the next few words in between breaths. "what...the nether...happened...?" "Griefers attacked. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he winced as the pain in his neck lingered. He placed a hand on his neck and winced further as the pain increased, swiftly moving his hand away with a grunt, and looked at his hand. There was blood on it. He suddenly realized that his neck had a bandage wrapped around it. "You got hit by an arrow, and it broke apart on impact. He had to pull out 1 feather, 3 stick pieces and 2 flints to get it all out." he let out a tired shaky breath. "So...what is this place?" "The land of the unimplemented, Herobrine. Where the deleted and forgotten go." his eyes fell to the window, and he was a young girl walk up to a shop stnd and and the shopkeeper of bag of...red jewels? "h-hey, what are those red jewels?"

"why, they're rubies! You know how the currency in Minecraftia is emeralds?" "yeah." "Well, they were originally going to be rubies...but thry found out that there were more emeralds then rubies, and threw all the rubies into this very cavern. We use it as our own currency." "Ah." he watched as the girl waved tothe shopkeeper, hoding a strange device..."what's that?" "a camera. They were going to make cameras, but then the high - tech painting came out, and the cameras were thrown away, just like the rubies." Indie sighed sadly. H

Over the next 3 dys he recovered unusually fast from hs wound and was soon able to move. He stayed at Indie's home, since he was in an anaemia phase.

He sat on his bed, flipping through a book of Minecraftia's history. Given to him by Indie. 'Minecraftia was founded in the year 19209 by King Notch the 1st. He married queen Jebra the 1st in 19212, and they had 2 children: Notch the 2nd in 19216, and Jeb the 2nd in 19215. Notch the 1st and Jebra the 1st disappeared in 19220.' his reading was interruped by grim voices in the room next door.

"Sir, we have grim news..." a voice said. "what is it?" indie's voice asked. "according to remote spies, it is believed that Notch is involved in the conspircy to kill herobrine, sir.." he froze, tears in his eyes.

NOTCH, HIS CRUSH, WANTS HIM DEAD.

he would have burst into tears at that moment, but forced himself not to.

"oh no...really?" "i'm afraid so, sir..." "oh, dear...imagine what the poor child would think if he knew this..." "i know...his hearts would probably shatter, all at once, into a million pieces..." "i better go check on him." Indie's voice said. "Tell the men to be on their guard. It appears as if nobody is on our side..." "aye aye, sir..."

Herobrine quickly went backto the bed and pretended he was still reading. The door opened. "Hey, Herobrine. How are you feeling?" "I'm fine." he said calmly. "Alright." Indie looked him up and down. "Oh dear, there is some dried blood on your shirt. I guess your neck wound leaked again. Why don't you takea shower?". "huh? Ah-i mean, sure..!" perfect. No one will hear him.

He let out a shaky breath as hte icy water ran down his scarred back. Notch wants me dead. Those 4 words made him wants to scream. His craush wanted him dead. Why...

He remembered suddenly, disk 11. He was the person running in that disk. He remembered...

He was 14, and running. Running down a hall. He finally made it to where he was going and reached into his inventory. He searched for a few moments, then pulled out what he wanted. A flint and steel. He placed a wooden slab on the floor and lit it with the flint and steel, then grabbed a book from a desk. He flipped tirelessly through the pages. It was jeb's list of deleted items. He bean writing don the names of the people that were executed. The fire went out-wood is so useless!-and he shakily lit it again, then kelt writing.

Footsteps. He dropped his things and ran. He was al,ost out of the cave. He was running on dirt.

He was corered. Jeb was above him.

Pain. Crying. Then Jeb left him there, shivering.

He slumped down to the wet quartz floor,hugged his knees to hisc chest and buried his face in them, sobbing. It hurt. It all hurt so much. His crush wanted him dead...it all hurt...so griefing much...