Time went on. The man kept walking towards the sunset with the company of his one wolf. Herobrine's almighty brother in the Great Beyond kept manipulating the world of Minecraftia, and the man seemed to adapt quite well to each and every new aspect that came to be. The night-walkers, especially the Creepers, simply could not understand Herobrine's opinion of the man, and continued to try to kill him when they saw him. This caused Herobrine no end of exasperation, but he understood their sentiments well enough; he normally felt the same way when it came to humans.
Eventually, the day came when the fundamental laws of physics in Minecraftia were altered, and the Far Lands, which had once been Herobrine's cherished home, ceased to exist on all planes that accepted this change. For some reason, however, the world in which the man continued his travels remained unaffected.
It didn't take long for Herobrine to understand the significance of this: the man was trying to walk to the Far Lands.
The Creepers had told Herobrine repeatedly that this must be the case, but he had not heeded them; after all, humans didn't walk to the Far Lands - Herobrine had doubts as to whether or not it would even be possible for humans to do so, even if they weren't lazy cheaters. Those few humans who had visited the Far Lands had done so using unnatural teleport gates, the physics of which even Herobrine didn't fully understand; but he knew that they were personal, self-made, and took humans who used them exactly where the humans wanted to go, and were therefore nothing but means of cheating the world of Minecraftia.
Of course, Herobrine immediately felt bad for doubting his friends; after all, the Creepers were the most intelligent beings in Minecraftia, or they had been before the coming of the Endermen (with the exception of Herobrine himself, of course). For that matter, he felt bad for assuming that this particular human was like the others in the sense of being an impatient cheater; after all, Herobrine had known that the man was different in other aspects, and that he appreciated the beauty of Minecraftia and respected its inhabitants. But there was no more denying the facts: the human that Herobrine had welcomed to Minecraftia was attempting to walk - on foot, without any sort of shortcuts - all the way to the Far Lands.
So, you want to see my home, do you, friend? Herobrine thought as he watched the man continue his journey. You want to earn the right to see it? Herobrine smiled to himself. Well, it was bound to happen eventually. If someone must take away the security of my refuge, I'm glad it will be you. If you can really walk all the way thereā¦then I will be happy to welcome you when you arrive. My home is yours. I wish you the best of luck.
