Alex stomps the ground below her infuriatingly as another Eye of Ender breaks above her. "Well, we're down to five," Steve notes. Alex flares, just wishing that it would last them enough, which she was sure it won't. Steve was beginning to lose hope, and he had already started organizing his inventory for a Nether fight, something that he knew they'd have to do some day.

'Now would probably be a good time to ask her...' he thinks. "Hey, uh, Alex?" she looks at him with a soft anger, not because of him, but still because of the failing gems that lead them to their destinations.

"Yeah? What?"

"Uh, I had a dream last night...uh, it was...kinda weird..." She raises a curious eyebrow.

"What happened in it?"

"Well, I don't remember much, but...I saw Herobrine in it...and, you...died..." Alex gasps. Her face suddenly boiled with rage, resenting from the mere mention of his name.

"Herobrine..." she mutters, focusing on the snow in front of her.

"I always thought he was just legend," Steve admits. "I know this is a dumb question, but, is he...real?" Alex looks at him like he asked how to make a crafting table.

"Real? Oh, he's everywhere! You didn't know?" Steve felt like an outsider, but he didn't mind. "He controls...many things we know. He's with us. Everywhere, everytime..." Instead of finding it scary, Steve found it rather peculiar.

"So, do you know him or something? You sound like you know him." Alex looks up from her saddle.

"How did you know?" Steve didn't believe her.

"Nice ruse, Ms. Alex, but I know he's not real."

"You wish!"

"What do you mean?"

"He...he ruined...life for me..." Steve looked at her with a sense of concern as she continued to mumble unintelligible thoughts in her mind.

"He...I know...he was...it was all real..." he looks around to see if there was anything around that could be causing this, but he halts in place after Alex ignored his attempts to bring her back to reality. She does have the ender eyes, after all.

"Alex!" Steve raises his voice, catching her attention.

"Huh?" Steve sighs. What exactly just happened?

"What happened back there?" he asks her. Alex shakes her head.

"Nothing you need to worry about!" she says in a rather irritated tone. "Just...nothing...it's fine..." Steve wasn't sure about that, but he put it away in the back of his mind. What he really needed to focus on was the amount of Eyes of Ender they had left before it ran out. Continuing with the day with that clouding his mind proved to be difficult.

Nevertheless, the two pushed onwards, despite the constant thoughts bombarding their minds.

Alex and Steve snuggle in their own beds as the snow began to fall silently, the full moon rising in the horizon.

Steve wakes up in his bed, the snow at full blast. The wind was at an incredible speed, making it nearly impossible for Steve to see. Luckily, he had a torch and a glass block in his inventory. He carves out a small hole for the torch to put it through in the glass block with a pickaxe and puts it inside. 'Now the torch can't be put out by the snow' he thinks, smiling at his cleverness.

However, Alex wasn't in her bed. "What...again?" he says out loud, walking towards it on top of the tree. The snow-crusted leaves crunch under his feet. He steps on a block, but it gives away, causing him to fall out of the spruce tree down to the dirt below.

"AGH!" he grunts, getting up slowly. The iron armor was not a good insulator, and especially not good for the snow underneath him. Steve gets up, fortunately not taking any fall damage. "That's weird, I could've sworn that that tree was at least ten blocks tall..."

Shaking it off, he gets up and looks around. He holds up the glass-torch lantern to light up the dark forest. "This is...creepy..." he comments, walking through the snowy land. The wilderness here in the night was not like anything he's seen before. Even in the night, forests like this weren't this dark.

Or eerie.

He sees a bloody iron sword lying on the ground; the exact same signature icon of assassination with the blood drops and stains in the same places. He ignores it and leaves it in the snow. 'If I have nothing to kill with I have nothing to kill...' he thinks to himself. He was glad that he didn't have to worry about a choice like that. However, he still had to look for Alex, and that was something he wasn't quite sure of where to start with.

He looks around him again, trying to search for a clue that could help him find a trace for Alex. With the wind and the dark, this was not an easy task. He holds his makeshift lantern up, which provided very little light compared to the very ominous darkness. Steve was compelled to continue, so he pushed on despite the conditions.

Steve looks under the tree and spots footsteps. They were the only other footsteps in the entire forest, and there weren't any other mobs around to make them either. Steve shrugs and follows the trail anyways. The path was strange, though, as there weren't any indicators that Alex had fallen or climbed down. Steve shields his eyes from the storm as he holds the lantern up, but something in the forest was changing.

The bases of the spruce trees began to glow red and orange, as if a fire was kindling at their bases. All of the trees were starting to glow similarly, and after a while, all of the leaves burst in flames at once. The leaf blocks were blazing, but Steve didn't feel their heat. The snowstorm also pressed on. Steve continues to follow the path. Billows of smoke piled high in the sky, covering it in a reddish-black glow. It looked very similar to the sky of the Nether.

'This place is really freaking me out right now!' he thinks, picking up the pace and following the steps. The trail led on for a few more blocks until eventually stopping at a ravine. He freezes in time, just before he was about to slip under the rocks he was standing on. Steve sat still in the icy winds; all he could do was sit there. The footsteps continued on the other side, but there was no way around the ravine. The deep crack stretched on for miles on end, and there was packed ice at the bottom.

But Steve looked closely past the sheets of snow pouring down, only to spot a quaint little cabin. Around it stood tall grass that served as a front yard. Squinting his eyes, Steve could see through a window that there were two people inside, two people he could recognize even from this distance.

'Herobrine and Alex?' he thinks, before slipping on the stones.

I admit, that last fire scene was inspired by Markimoo's playthrough of Kholat. If you haven't heard of either, I highly recommend you go check them out. They're rad stuff.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy