Hey everyone, Ghost here, it's been a long time since I posted this story and well, I think it is time to get back to it. College and my job have been killing my schedule up until now, I think I finally have the right balance I need to begin posting stories again. So here is Hero's Light chapter 2!
Cold icy wind blew through the quiet city that once was full of life, everyone stood frozen completely, some just going about their business and others frozen with expressions of terror on their faces as they tried to escape an unseen attacker. Footsteps echoed through the quiet city, a german shepherd walked in silence, glowing white eyes looking over all the dead with a look of disdain on his face. Herobrine had hoped that there would be more humans here but instead there were these animals that had human characteristics, how disappointing. He had taken a black cloak and pulled the hood up over his head, allowing the shadow that was cast by it to cover his face, his white eyes being the only thing able to be seen under the hood. Herobrine had decided the best course of action was to leave this place behind, all here were dead and the white wolf was somewhere within the city, he didn't know where nor did he care. The god walked along looking at all the frozen people until he heard the sound of engines and ducked into an alley way. From the shadows of the alley, he watched as Trueblood armored vehicles drove past him and into the city, he didn't know or care why they were there though he knew they were human so he followed them back into the city, sticking to the shadows to avoid detection. The vehicles stopped outside the facility he had been held in and soldiers got out, heading into the facility and coming out with the wolf. Herobrine frowned at this, why would they be there just for this wolf, sure he caused all this but it was doubtful that these soldiers would know that. He watched as the soldiers loaded the wolf into the back of a truck and drove off with Herobrine following them at a distance so they wouldn't notice him.
Herobrine had followed the trucks for about three days of silence, nothing happening besides the travelling. Then on the fourth night of travelling, an explosion destroyed the first truck. Soldiers were getting out and firing into the night as fire was being used to destroy vehicles and soldiers alike. Herobrine was not happy with this and he looked for the attackers in the dark, he picked out a male fox opening the back of a truck and speaking to someone inside before pointing into the night. Herobrine holds his hand out, his crystalline sword forming in it as he began stalking towards the fight, may as well join the fun. He picked out Shiya as the wolf ran out of the truck and into the distance as a large explosion ripped away at three trucks towards the front of the convoy. Herobrine was spotted by a soldier who shouted to his compatriots, raising his weapon at the immortal being who dashed forward and past the human. As Herobrine made for his next target, the head of the soldier that spotted him, fell from his shoulders and onto the ground, his body crumpling onto the ground soon after. The white eyed canine laughed as he slashed his sword across a soldier's chest, the blade cutting through the body armor like a hot knife through butter, the soldier screaming in pain before a stab to the chest silenced him forever. Herobrine was spotted by the fox but he was not interrupted as he was slaughtering the Truebloods who dared to imprison him and the wolf that seemed to have a power hidden within him that could turn entire cities to ice. To Herobrine the wolf was a god like him and to imprison a god and use their power as a weapon was infuriating to the deity. He allowed his rage to fuel his swings at the enemy before him, his sword cutting through body armor, flesh and bone with ease. Soldiers were screaming in pain as he joined the onslaught against them, his blade, and the fire of an unknown person just tearing away at their numbers.
Eventually there was only one human left and he was cowering on the ground before Herobrine begging for his life, trying to appeal to a merciful side within a being that had long since lost the ability to care for the lives of humans. The fox and a female hyena stood there watching as Herobrine stood over the man, glaring into the human's eyes before shoving his sword into the man's chest and through his heart, holding it there as the man's life ebbed into nothingness.
"That was cold." Stated the fox, sure he and his partner had been attacking the convoy but they had given the soldiers a quick death while Herobrine had not. The immortal allowed his sword to vanish into the air, turning to face the pair with his eyes on them. The two immediately became guarded at the sight of his eyes but the canine made no move to attack them, even though he could probably beat them in a fight.
"They are human, who cares if they die slowly or quickly." Stated Herobrine bluntly, making his position on the lives of the Truebloods known. He despised humanity as they were nothing but a worthless group of traitors, liars and backstabbers, always looking for a weak target to prey on and exploit for their gain while having some convoluted sense of superiority.
"How can you say that?" asked the fox looking appalled that there was someone with that type of thinking walking the world. Sure, he killed, but only when he had to kill such as this point in time. "You can't just kill people with that level of cruelty or you are no better than they are."
"I am better than they are, I am more powerful than them and far superior. They have some misplaced perception that they are the ones that are superior to even beings like us." Herobrine answered him with a growl, his eyes narrowed a little as he spoke. "Their lives mean nothing to me and why should they matter to you? They make weapons out of people like you, just like they did with that white wolf.
"What wolf?" asked the hyena stepping forward at the mention of Shiya. "Where is he?"
"I didn't pay any attention to where he went, but he froze everyone in a city further north. It was an impressive display of power." Mused Herobrine as he recounted a general overview of what he knew about the wolf. "My apologies for not being much help with my information."
"It's alright… At least we know he's out of their hands now." Stated the fox before stepping close to Herobrine, holding out his hand. "I'm Aither, thanks for your help."
Herobrine looked at Aither's hand before reaching out and grasping it, the two sharing a firm shake. "Herobrine."
The hyena stepped close and took his hand after Aither let go of it, shaking his hand for a quick moment. "I'm Shanira." After that, she let go of his hand and stepped away.
"A pleasure, now, I'm just going to go, have fun finding the wolf, if that's what you are doing out here." Said Herobrine as he turned and walked off into the night, the fires from the convoy lighting up the night and plumes of smoke marked the attack that took place. As he walked, Herobrine used his power to change back to his true form, once again looking like a human, tan skin and brown hair and a beard being left after the fur, tail and ears vanished from his body. He walks through the night without a care in the world, just taking a look at the natural beauty that surrounded him now that he was away from everyone. "I should build a home here, now that I am… Wherever I am now. Though the question is, where would I build it?"
Eventually, he would find a town and he stood on a hill outside the place looking at it, his white eyes cutting through the darkness to a place full of sleeping people. He reached out with his power and touched the people there, finding them to be domestics and not the wilds or humans he had encountered so far. This was annoying in itself as that meant the humans had to be hiding somewhere that did not involve these towns. He scowled in irritation and turned his back on the city, walking away into the night once more. He would eventually find a forest and begin building a mansion there, he may as well, he has time to spare while building his rather lovely wood and stone home by hand. He wasn't too far from town and he decided he would go over there under the guise of Herald O'brian, a wealthy fox who built a mansion outside of town. Sure, he hated being around people but he considered this a necessary task for he didn't want to draw any attention that would be unwanted, the last place he wanted to end up was in another Trueblood prison cell in the middle of nowhere. Every night he would be out hunting for the humans, trying to find where they were holed up on this world, cursing his brother for sending him to this place after their battle. He would just have to bare being around the townspeople and hosting parties as a person who was not anywhere near who he was behind the guise that would be suiting his needs for now.
He was a patient man, he would find the humans and wipe them out, even if he had to wait for them to reveal themselves in time.
Not bad for not writing anything for a long time right? Hehe... Well I hope you enjoyed, see you next time on Hero's Light!