Kaylee is lost in the blankness. She stumbles around. She wishes all the time that she had asked Herobrine for some shoes or something. Her feet were cold, cold, cold. They were practically frozen.
"Mwuuh," she said.
She stumbles, collapses to her knees, and falls flat on her face.
We will now divert our attention from our poor heroine Kaylee, and switch to a much more annoyingly obtuse subject: Clive. He is with his similarly obtuse friends, as they tackle a parkour course. He is winning. His lack of space for other things is filled by an excess of space for acrobatics and sports. Personally, as the narrator, I'll remark that he couldn't think his way out of a prison cell, but could indeed smash the door down and beat up the guards.
Clive lands lightly on a block floating in midair over a burning pit of lava. He looks back at the other contestants and grunts quietly. He throws an empty bottle at a contestant and the target flies off his block.
"AAAAAAAGH!" the contestant screams as he falls to his death in the lava.
Clive reaches a large platform and is about to lunge off it to the next when a hand slaps down on his shoulder. He is thrown bodily out of the arena and into the snow outside. A few seconds later, the iron golem's strong arms propell his cronies down to the snow as well.
He stands up. The thoughts swim in his head like flies in a tar pit.
"Caught us cheatin', they did," he says. Clive adjusts his shutter shades. "Blow this f' a lark. If they want to throw us out on our asses then we ain't coming back."
He starts to walk away from the parkour arena, a large hollow tower set into the snowy land. However, ahead of him, he can see a figure coming the opposite direction, his way. He stops and draws an iron sword.
There is a concept in most gangs and organized groups called "our turf". Clive is simply defending his and his gang's "turf", which is everywhere. It is a remarkably primitive idea, much like ancient humans defending their nomadic camps to the last. Only this time it's in Minecraft and executed by idiots. Clive holds the sword in front of him as the intruding figure comes closer and closer. He puts on his determined face.
"If you want to come any closer," he shouts at the figure, "you'll 'ave to go through ME!"
The figure pauses, and two white eyes flash in the bright gloom of the snowfall. The shadow of a curved sword appears in the stranger's hand. Muscles tense, up and down the stranger's arm. Then the stranger screams:
"GIVE ME THE POWER!"
The sword begins to glow. The snowfall clears to reveal, standing with his sword raised above his head, the legendary Herobrine. He's pissed.
Clive backs away, but much like a defensive bull he keeps his guard up and shows signs of hostility. His short brown hair blows in the wintry wind. Herobrine screams incoherently, and a beam courses up from the glowing sword blade. It pierces the clouds, and he directs it at the gang. Clive sees the beam arc downwards, and he lunges out of the way as it lands on one of the gang members. The beam instantly kills him. Herobrine does a sweep with the beam while Clive throws snow overtop of himself to hide from the wrath of the king of the dead.
The beam stops. Herobrine retracts it and continues walking. A corpse is heard to be brushed aside, and once the attacker almost steps on Clive. But only almost. The feet of the pale-eyed man miss his side by an inch.
Clive waits until the footsteps have died away before sitting up slowly and allowing the snow to fall off him in chunks. He stares around at his friends, who are dead on the ground. Their skin looks burnt red, and smoke rises from them as their bodies begin to split into their component pixels.
Shaking, he stands up and walks to each of them, begging for them to be alive.
They are not of course.
Why would you ever think that somewhere in the mix one of these people apart from Clive was living?
No, that's so much bullshit.
Clive falls to his knees. There is only one thing to be done before he can exact his vengeance. He opens his mouth.
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screams at the Aether. He screams it and screams it until his lungs are emptied and he breathes in. He must find Herobrine. He must destroy him...