Steve didn't care about the others whispering, "But he's not real," and "Hero...brine?" What he cared about was how much 'Herobrine', as his new friends called the man, looked like him. Same light blue shirt, same dark blue pants, the only differences were that Herobrine had a beard and pupil less white eyes.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," said Herobrine, and Steve jumped when he realised Herobrine was talking to him. "I've never seen you before in my life," Steve murmured.
Herobrine laughed. "Oh, but you he," he said. Steve's new friends stared at him. He knew what they were thinking. They were thinking if he was telling the truth. He was, but they didn't know that. Suddenly, Herobrine shocked Steve with a white orb that shot out of his hand. "Now you should start remembering," he said. "And you," he said, pointing at Kryptid, "Resite the prophecy." Herobrine then sent another orb into Kryptid, and Kryptid's eyes turned white. He began to speak in a deep monotone.
Epic quest,
group of friends;
evil one,
hidden land.
Secrets revealed,
different odds;
no longer lost,
a new found god.
Revive a race that burns in rain,
and end a father's hidden pain.
"Woh, what just happened?" asked Kryptid.
But Steve just stared at Herobrine, a look of recognition on his face.
"That's right Steve," said Herobrine.
"I am your father."