Chapter 7 - Some Parkour, Then a War (Steve POV)

My glands started acting up quickly, making me sweat like mad. The heat and light from the lava would take some getting used to. So, I kept my eyes open, soaking in the brightness of my next challenge.

There was a pit of lava, going for quite a bit, that had a parkour course going straight through it. Why was I getting all the life threatening challenges? I didn't know, but I had to get through the next door. I looked back at my fire resistance potion. I'd use it if I fell in, splashing it down straight away so I wouldn't die of the fire.

I hopped onto the first block, and leaped to the next one, easily standing on it. I jumped to the side, landing on a cobblestone fence. They progressed for a while, so I knew I had to stick to the sides. I jumped onto the next one, clutching onto it, almost falling into the lava. I pulled myself up, heaving out a sigh of relief.

After I had successfully finished that part, I was faced by my greatest parkour skill stopper, which was to jump onto ladders on the sides of a pillar. I stank at it, and apparently Irhebenor must know that. Still I made the first jump, onto the left side, and then tried to get to the back, but I failed to do so, flailing into the lava. I pulled out the potion and splashed it down, but I missed, the bottle flying far ahead of me, hitting the wall. The lava burned my body, and my life was slowly burning away, just like the stump of a candle. Then, I saw nothing but black.

I blinked my eyes. I was in a large room, and when I looked outside, I recognized where I was, depicted from dark, ancient tales. I was in Herobrine's mansion.

Then, all of the pieces fit together. Irhebenor was a jumble of the letters in Herobrine. The dark figures must've been his zombie warriors, and Tom and I were being used to figure out our strengths, and weaknesses. But why wasn't I still in the lab? What was Herobrine planning? Why me? Questions filled my thoughts, and I couldn't push them away. At least, not until a hooded figure walked into the room.

"I see you made it to my mansion from the lab," the figure said. "I'm Herobrine."

"Herobrine my ass," I laughed. This wasn't him. Then, the figure lifted his hood off. Looks like 'my ass' wasn't the right statement.

"My god," My mouth gaped. It was the white-pupiled, evil Herobrine.

"Hello, Steve. I see you have failed my tests." Herobrine's voice sounded deep, evil, and slightly slurred. "So now, I have to tell you my plans, and then I'll kill you when my plan goes into effect."

"Why me? Why Tom?" I asked, questions spilling out of my mouth.

"We'll wait to answer those questions, but let's get back to my plans," Herobrine shushed me. "You see, ever since you came into this world, things have changed, and drastically, at that. You've defeated the wither boss, and ender dragon, and have bested many mobs, and befriended a creeper, who has a tie. Well, before you do anything else to this place, I've taken control of all of the mob kingdoms, from skeletons, to blazemen, to ghasts, to creepers." Herobrine added some expression to the last one.

"What did you do to Tom?!" I yelled. "Tell me!"

"Oh, nothing yet, but he's about to change, and when I say change, I mean to join me, for good. So, as I was saying, the war has already begun, with villages being sieged. Time's up, Steve, and you lose."

Anger surged through me, along with the sickly feeling of defeat. Herobrine surrounded me with obsidian, and I put my head in my hands, and finally admitted to myself the truth.

Minecraftia was over.