Steve and Herobrine both exited the portal into the fire filled wasteland known as the Nether. Lava poured from all around into a sea of fire. Steve felt very hot, he had no idea how Herobrine could handle being in such a place all the time. It could have to do with him being a god of course.
Herobrine mined a hole into the strange red rock that was everywhere, "I need you to stay in here and hide for a little bit. Do not leave or you could end up being blown to pieces. Got it?"
Steve agreed and hopped into the deep hole. Herobrine then teleported away before Steve could point out the large purple castle that he had seen in the distance. Steve felt the red rock, it had a very bumpy feel to it, like cobblestone. He wondered how long Herobrine was going to take, he didn't want to be stuck in the hole for too long.
Herobrine gathered his thoughts and commanded for Steve to be teleported to where he was. Steve then appeared next to Herobrine.
Steve was a bit startled, "Whoa! I feel a bit tingly, do you get used to that?"
"Yes, and we're here." Herobrine stated
Steve shook off the feeling and looked at a miniature castle. It was partly inside the strange red rock and had one small spire coming out of the corner. He could see cracks across some of the areas. To be honest, Steve was a bit disappointed; he was expecting a bit more from a god.
Herobrine could tell that Steve was a bit let down, "It is small, but serves its purpose and that's all I really care about."
Steve went inside first, Herobrine stayed behind in the doorway and destroyed the lever on the outside. While Steve looked around, Herobrine placed wood planks against the windows.
The place was very cozy, the ceiling was a dark wood that only reached two blocks high, but that could mean that Herobrine wanted to keep things out. The cool stone brick brought a nice relief from the fire filled world. The door that led to the tower was a very heavy looking wooden one. It seemed that it took a lot of strength to open it. Steve found a strange contraption in one of the corners, but he had no idea what it did, so he chose to not touch it. There was also a corner of short bookshelves with potted plants on top. They looked healthy and well taken care of. Steve noticed a book on a pedestal, not too unlike his own book and bench except that the pedestal was made of obsidian.
"Herobrine, what's that book on the pedestal?"
Herobrine turned around from placing his last plank, "It is a journal of sorts, I write down different experiences and what I've learned from them. Later on, if I want to use a certain skill that I have forgotten, I can easily look it up."
Steve looked at the open book, instead of normal words there was a cipher of some kind.
"Easily look it up, yeah right." Steve thought
Herobrine pointed to a table with benches on either side, "Now please, sit down. We have quite a bit to discuss."
Steve sat across from Herobrine, "So, you said that I was directly created by Notch. Can you tell me more about that?"
"Steve," Herobrine paused, "I'm going to tell you this straight. The reason that you can't remember anything about your past is because you have no past."
Steve stayed silent.
"When you first woke up, that was the first time you were in this world. You were newly put into existence by Notch and sent down here to serve a purpose."
Steve spoke with a quiet voice, "What is the purpose?"
"That is what I am trying to figure out myself. The endermen told me that you were sent to help me in some way. The problem is; I don't know how and I don't know if that is your only purpose."
Herobrine looked into Steve's eyes. They were a similar color as the eyes of endermen, but his seemed to be of a darker color. That's when it finally came to him, one of Steve's purposes. He was being used to observe him, just like the endermen! He had wondered why a copy of him would have such different eyes. It infuriated him that his brother didn't have enough faith in him. How was some mere shadow of him with special eyes supposed to help anyways?! Steve didn't seem have the power to save his brother, and even if he did, he would have no idea how to use it!
Meanwhile, Steve was watching Herobrine, he looked as if he was getting angrier and angrier. Steve had no idea if it was something that he did or not. If anyone should be angry, it should be him, right? Steve just learned that he had no previous life and was created for some weird destiny or something. Despite this, Steve felt fairly calm; he was mostly getting worried about how angry Herobrine looked.
Suddenly, Herobrine teleported away to who knows where. Seconds passed and Steve found himself back at the portal, the tingly feeling came back and he knew that he had teleported. Steve turned around to see Herobrine crossing his arms.
"I need to think for a while," Herobrine said with clenched teeth, "stay at the house for now."
Steve was about to ask what was wrong, but Herobrine teleported away before he could say anything. He felt like Herobrine getting angry was somehow his fault. He knew that he had to make Herobrine feel better some way, but how? Herobrine could be on the other side of the Nether for all he knew. He figured that it had to be something special and it had to be something he knew how to do. That's when it came to him. He pulled out his trusty sign.
Herobrine was trying to get rid of some his anger, he exploded another mountain. He didn't like what came over him; he hadn't gotten this angry in a long time. He had just felt so stuck and betrayed, it frustrated him to no end. Another large chunk of netherrack burst into pieces.
Steve had finished his work and jumped through the portal. His only hope was that Herobrine ended up at the portal again soon.
SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! This piece is a doozy! So many important parts are explained and GASP is that the title cleverly hidden in the text?! I wanted this to be longer, but I needed the chapter to end here before other stuff happens.
Hey, I made Herobrine's place in the game for reference, you can find the link to the pictures in my profile.
