Chapter 9
Thorin sighed as yet another attempted failed; so far they could not find anything that could reverse the effects of the curse, or at least not something that wouldn't kill their master in the process. He had tried to keep the whole event a secret from everyone but the most elite, but he feared word would soon get out. He had heard the muttering of the skeletons, saying that their master wasn't even in the mansion anymore or in the Aether like they had been told. Even the creepers were starting to doubt the Endermen and their story that Herobrine was with his brother; the green bombs with legs argued that Notch would have given them treats if he had come to get their master. And the story only fell apart when a forest spider stated that he had seen a rather angry Notch just out side a near by village a day ago.
The Enderman elite was getting nervous that a cure wasn't going to be found in time. So far, the only ones he had told were a few of his most trusted fellow endermen, the Cave Spider queen Aracgne who swore to do her best to help in anyway, and finally the Creeper chief Ogma who had demanded to know what was going on from his master himself, only to be told what happened. Those two elites were the most willing to help, Ogma even agreed to have some of his creepers watch the village and report any strange behavior in the villagers. He hadn't told any of the undead commanders or the forest spider Queen though and that wasn't what worried him.
Thorin had promised himself and the other elites that on the third day, should no cure be made that he would go to the Nether and inform the commanders there. The Enderman had hoped and pretty much begged not to go, that maybe the Queen or the chief would take his place; but they held their ground stating that 'Thorin was Herobrine's aid and there for the duty was his to inform the Nether commanders what had happened to their master.' Slowly walking down all thirty flights of stairs just to prolong the trip through the portal, Thorin thought of the last time he had met with the different leaders of the Nether.
They would no doubt be better equipped to deal with this then they here in the overworld, Thorin doubted that it would be a simple in and out trip. The leaders of the Nether always tried to convince Herobrine to live in the hellish landscape with them; say things like "his element is fire there for he should live where fire is most abundant," and "We are your loyal servants too, and we know what is best for you master." But the demi-god always stood his ground saying that 'his prey did not live in the Nether, there for it would do him no good to stay where his prey was not.' though Herobrine still stayed in the Nether for the colder of the winter months. Thorin had a feeling he was going to get an ear full for what happened to their lord, he still hadn't told them about the Wither king incident either...'oops.'
The Nether portal hummed and gave off other haunting sounds as the Enderman stood in front of it. He took a step towards it but turned back around with his long arms crossed and his black cheek puffed out. "No, I will not go to those self important hot heads. The End has better alchemist anyway. I bet I could even get one of the dragons to lift the curse." As he started back up the stairs a creeper stopped him.
"Our master would be ashamed of you Thorin." Ogma the creeper chief hissed at the Enderman. "You where entrusted with this duty and here you are running away from it. Would our master do such a thing?" The creeper frowned at him.
"Well..." Thorin started think whether or not the demi-god would go through with such a thing if he didn't want to. With a sigh the Enderman shook his head. No, lord Herobrine would go through with it, if only just to get it over with. Slowly, Thorin turned back around and walked through the portal.
Herobrine sat on a stone block he had carved out with a pickaxe as he watched the miner continue his trade. He was unsure how the miner could keep going like this. It had been a whole day since Notch had made his appearance and at the moment the two were in Steve's long worked on mine, saying that he couldn't just drop his trade again with out losing money. Hero had chosen to go along with the miner for the simple fact that it was something to do, but it had proven that mining was a lot more tiring then Steve made it out to be.
"What is it you are even digging for?" The former demi-god questions as he watch the miner continue to dig. He yawned, tired from the work he had done and tired from just watching the miner hit the wall. He was pretty sure it was well into the night.
"I got an order from some guy in tekkit city, who needs a stack of red stone." Steve explained, as he swung his pickaxe. "I'm also hoping to find some precious ores like gold and lapis that I can sell." The former demi-god really found the whole thing uninteresting as he yawned again, Steve chuckled as he looked over at Hero. "Your the one who want to come."
"I was bored and there was nothing else to do." Herobrine sighed, he was tired and his body hurt for trying to keep up with the miner. Why did every human activity have to hurt? The former demi-god looked up to ceiling was he could hear someone else moving around. "It would seem that we are not alone."
"It probably just Ridan or the crazy chick Ava who's always looking for dungeons." Steve focused on his mining, hitting a gold vain. He was glad to have someone else down here to talk too; he didn't even mind that Herorbrine was sitting around doing nothing.
Looking around the mining room, the former demi-god noticed that it was it was a fairly small stone room, maybe even smaller then his room back at Steve's house. It was about three blocks high and five blocks across, with torches lining the walls to keep monsters from spawning. The only exit and entrance was a wooden door at one end of the room with a chest, a crafting table, and an oven next to it. Steve was slowly making the room bigger as Herobrine watched from his lovely stone block. With a sigh Hero stood up and grabbed his pickaxe, bored of just sitting around.
"Don't push yourself." Steve warned, as he glanced over at the warrior. "I've been doing this since I was 18, trust me it's not something you can just pick up overnight." He was a little worried that the former demi-god would over work him self, doing something he never had before, or at least never done without powers before.
"I have done this before," Herobrine growled, as he lifted the pickaxe over his head. It had been a thousand years since he had done this and he had his power, but he had still done it before. Just as he was about to bring his pickaxe down on some stone, growls were heard outside the door. The warrior turned round with his pickaxe facing the door ready for a fight, as zombies started to pound on the door.
Steve heard them as well and ran to the chest by the door; pulling out two iron swords, tossing one of them to Herobrine and kept the other on his belt as he went back to work.
Herobrine stood by the door, readying himself to fight his own army; any other time the former demi-god would have charged out the door and shown those zombies who he was and that no matter what was done to him he would forever be their master, and to turn against him was still treason. But he had promised his brother not to get into any unnecessary fights, so until that door fell he would only stand his ground. So he waited, his green eyes trained on the door, looking through the small window to see just how many he could be up against.
Steve continued to work but kept glancing at the door hoping that it would hold, or that a creeper didn't spawn and blow the door open. He needed to get that red stone; the money alone could pay for new tools and maybe even some more luxurious items. But he would have had little chance to get them if he was forced to flee for both their sakes. He started digging out his trap door that led to two mine carts, one with a chest and other just empty; Steve had a feeling that it would be a tight fit for both him and the warrior in one mine cart.
The pounding was getting louder and the former demi-god was sure that the door would brake soon. So far he see three zombies out there and one creeper way in the back, just watching and not even trying to come near the door. It seemed strange to the former demi-god that a creeper who could easily blow open the door and let the all the zombies in and possibly wound him quite badly at the same time, would just stand in the back doing nothing. It made Herobrine wonder what was going on in his absences.
"There are two of them in there!" One of the zombies yelled, as they all pounded on the door. "Let's rip 'em apart!"
"One of them looks like he wants a fight! Ha!" Another chimed in with a laugh as the wood started to crack.
The creeper stood back watching the zombies and shook his head. He had been watching them for awhile and he could already predict what was going to happen. The green-eyed human on the other side of the door interested him; he could see even from here that the man's stance was much like his lord's when readying him self for a fight, not to mention he was holding both a sword and pickaxe.
"Creeper! Stop slacking and help us!" One of the zombies yelled at him for not blowing the door open.
The creeper snorted at the zombie in disgust "I take orders from two people only, my chief and my lord Herobrine. Not brain dead flesh eaters!" He hissed, looking back at the door. "Your attack will fail anyway; just give up and stop wasting time." He knew that one of the humans in the small room was Steve his master's 'friend' but the one with the green eyes was a mystery to him, but he reminded the creeper very much of his beloved master, therefore the zombies couldn't win.
"Master's pet." The creeper heard the zombie growl as they finally broke the door open. Just like the creeper expected the zombies rushed in only to meet the wrong ends of a sword and pickaxe. More zombies spawned only to meet the same fate. The creeper slowly backed away not wishing to see the gruesome sight as the undead were slain quickly, nor did he wish to join them. Soon no more groans were heard and at first it was quiet.
"I warned them." The creeper shook his head ready to head and started to back out of the cave but was stopped by the sound of a quiet chuckle. He looked back to see the man covered in zombie blood, unmoving corpses lying around him. The zombies had gotten a few good shots on his arms but the green-eyed man had won. The laugh grew louder and slightly crazed; the creeper recognized it, as the laugh their master would let out when he fought a fight that made him feel truly alive.
The creeper bowed his head and moved quickly into the shadows not wishing to be confused with the treasonous undead.
A/n: What's this I updated on a Sunday? Yep I finally managed to do it :3 I think I'm going to cap the pages a 5 just so I can get them up faster and there a little easier to read over looking for by AngelWingz66
