Eternity grew onwards as the light continued to engulf Herobrine. He had never felt or witnessed something quite like this before. It was pure, genuine shock flowing through his body as he began to feel weightless. He was floating in the middle of a white void, feeling both cold and warm at the same time. Lights shined down on him from everywhere, slowly growing brighter by the minute.

Herobrine finally landed on his feet and continued to feel the bright radiance of the four lights. They surrounded him from all sides and inched closer to him ever so gradually. It was as if they weren't moving at all like an optical illusion. Herobrine knew they were moving, though. He could tell easily. He remained still, not wanting to stare directly into the brightness.

Soon the lights were upon him, nearly blinding him with their greatness. He lost all feeling and felt as if he was floating once again. A strange coldness, like freezing water, ran through his veins. Everything felt so relaxed as the white continued to expand around him forever and ever.

Then the voices came.

Voices erupted from every corner of his mind. It started out as a minor nuisance but quickly grew into a catastrophic ailment. There was a deep voice, growling with anger for no reason; then there was a higher voice, insulting Herobrine's own intelligence for, yet again, no reason. They continued on, speaking over each other until Herobrine could take it no longer.

He looked up, fell to his knees, and screamed.

Herobrine sat up quickly, coughing up the water that had flooded his throat. He felt like he was hacking up a fish at that moment. Every time he heard his chest and throat croak with air, he became more and more worried that he wouldn't make it out. Finally he felt a bit better after feeling the water go down properly.

Once he was calm, he looked around as it was no longer white. In front of him was a massive lake with a clear, blue sky high above. A forest surrounded the lake with peaceful mobs and animals of every kind conversing. As for him, he sat on the shore of the lake, feeling his clothes as they became more soaked with every tide that washed ashore from the lake.

Everything was calm and beautiful.

But he had a strange feeling.

As if someone was watching him.

Herobrine turned around and saw a tall man up the shore, wearing a white leather suit. He had dark blue hair hanging down on his shoulders. He stood there silently, staring out across the lake like he was completely alone. The two never made eye contact while Herobrine sat on the shore silently, the sound of the waves soothing his ruptured emotions.

"This is bliss, is it not?" The man up the shore asked calmly.

Herobrine looked back out across the lake, "Perhaps."

"Perhaps?" The man stepped down the shore and pulled Herobrine to his feet, dusting off the sand on his clothing, "Absolutely, to be honest. When someone enters into The Garden of Suffering, all emotions are washed away. Nothing to think about besides what comes next and then after that."

"The Garden of Suffering? The hell is that?" Herobrine pushed himself away from the man a bit and began to walk away. The place was incredibly peaceful. There were birds flying around swiftly. The only sounds were of the waves of the water crashing onto the desolate shore. The sky was gray and the trees were colorful.

Was this Heaven?

The two of them walked up the shore into the woods where Herobrine could see a small cabin not too far away. The mysterious man led him there. The two of them stood on the front porch and looked out to the lake as it began to calm down. They sat down on the steps while the unknown man pulled out a pipe and inserted it into his mouth.

"My name is Agro, in case you didn't know." The man said and breathed out smoke.

"Agro?" Herobrine said it aloud, "As in… Agro the Sovereign?"

Agro nodded.

"Just where exactly arewe?" Herobrine continued to look around his surroundings. No significant landmarks reminded him of anywhere he knew. It was just sky and plain. Nothing more, nothing less.

Agro continued to smoke his pipe full of gunpowder, "The Garden of Suffering is my secluded home in the Northern Sands. Yes, Herobrine, I found you nearly dead in the Skyward Mountain. It was a terrifying scene indeed. What had happened is understandable, but you failed to fulfill your role as a hero. Now Chaos is free."

"Wow, way to rub it in. I'm sure I'll just find him and knock some sense into him or something."

"It doesn't work like that, though. Chaos is an Enderwar now because of the completion of the ritual. One of the Endermen was absorbed by his soul and now he is practically a god. Why should a god try to listen to someone he will, no doubt, think of as inferior?"

Herobrine nodded, "Wait, you said that he had absorbed oneof the Endermen."

"Yes."

"What about the other? I am positive there were two of them."

The sovereign stood up and tossed the pipe onto the ground, "Yes, you're not wrong. There were two. Neither of them are there anymore. They are
dead, or at least imprisoned."

"Imprisoned?" Herobrine began to understand the horrifying truth, "Are… are you saying that…"

Agro looked up to the sky, "The other Enderman is within you. You are also an Enderwar at this point."

A strong wind blew through the trees while Herobrine nearly fell over in complete and utter shock. It felt like the world had completely self-destructed within him. He was now capable of things the normal user wouldn't be able of doing. Was this gift to his already strong persona?

No, he thought as Agro walked inside his shack, this is a burden. A burden of responsibility. There is no possible way I can ignore Chaos now. The fact that I have the same power as him only makes the matter worse.

Herobrine looked over at Agro as he walked back outside with a sword.

"I'm the only one that can stop him," Herobrine was dying inside, "Aren't I?"

"No words. Let's begin training." Agro pretended to slash Herobrine, but quickly kicked him in the side when he was distracted. Herobrine flew off the porch and rolled in the dirt path. A nearby wolf ran away in fear.

Herobrine regained his ground and patted around his side to find his sword. He couldn't feel it, and resorted to merely dodging the hectic slices from Agro, "Wait a second, what is going on? Now you're training me?"

Agro dashed forward and impaled Herobrine's right hand with his sword. Blood began to drench his skin. He fell onto his bottom and began crying at the sight and feeling of his hand being stabbed. "Let me tell you that you are neither the first nor the last user I have trained. Many people have arrived in The Garden of Suffering as a result of terrible circumstances. I have put them back on their feet and led them to greatness. For you I shall do the same."

"Did you really have to stab my goddamn hand in order to prove some stupid point?" Herobrine tried to wipe away the blood but it continued to gush.

"It is merely for you to see how awful you are at swordplay. Perhaps that is why Chaos got the upper-hand on you. You don't know what to expect.
There should be a sense of mystery in fights. You shouldn't have somebody expecting your next move. They should be worryingwhat your next move is. Understand?" Agro pulled Herobrine up to his feet and began wiping away the blood with some sort of black wool cloth from his pocket. The blood seemed to soak right up on it.

Herobrine looked around on the ground while his wound was tended to, "Where the hell is my sword?"

"Please, no cursing. I prefer a more peaceful atmosphere in The Garden of Suffering."

"Says the guy who just stabbedme in the hand!" Herobrine was becoming ecstatic.

Once the blood was wiped away, Herobrine went back down to the shore and found his sword buried underneath a pile of sand. He pulled it out and began to swing it around carelessly while Agro stood by, watching carefully.

"You don't show swiftness. Rather, you are exceptional at strength."

Herobrine stopped and put the sword back to his side, "Is that it?"

"Absolutely. Over the next twelve days we'll try to fix that." Agro began walking back up to the cabin in the woods.

"Twelve days? What?" Herobrine ran after him, "You can't keep me here for twelve goddamn days! I have to find Chaos and stop him from hurting anyone else!"

"In that sense, you have already failed," Agro continued walking, "you've been asleep for several days now. In that time Chaos has brought the very war you were fighting to a horrific end. Many groups have grown fearful of him after he has publically displayed his mass power. You don't even know the extent of it. I'm only trying to prepare you for him so that you don't screw up. I'm protecting you, in a way."

Herobrine stopped at the front porch and picked up the pipe off the ground, "So I'm being trained for twelve days then? Is that really gonna help me?"

"Absolutely," Agro began walking inside, "The Twelve Days of Pain will ensure your strength is up to par with Chaos'. We'll start now."

"Then what will be the first of these tests or whatever?" Herobrine asked.

"You get to sleep outside." Agro shut the door to the cabin.

The rain began to fall.

"Damn it all." Herobrine looked up to the sky and groaned loudly.