The drone of the dragon wears off as the last of the experience lands on the ground. Herobrine's eyes widen, running over to the bedrock portal. He collects all of the experience orbs laid out, but that wasn't what he was there for. He was searching for the iron sword, which was destroyed during the explosion of the dragon. A majority of his energy was now lost, Herobrine didn't have much to use against Steve.

Steve feels a wave of power coursing through his veins. It pulsed through him, filling every pixel and crevice in his body. It was unfamiliar, like an ancient spirit was finally unleashed within him. Herobrine looked at him with disgust. "The sword is lost...the power is gone...but that doesn't stop the code!" Herobrine scrambles on the bedrock frame and hops in, smiling wildly at Steve.

Gasping, Steve runs over to the portal, which was much farther than he had previously expected.

But, as he ran, he lost the feeling in his legs, like he was running on air.

Well, he was running on air. In fact, he was flying, floating freely at his own will. There were only the same items in his inventory, so he definitely wasn't in Creative Mode, but he had a supernatural power now. An intangible force fueling his abilities.

And now was his time to fight.


Herobrine opens his eyes with a snap in a forest, the sun shining through the individual leaves. The wind was gently blowing, and the foliage swayed in the wind. It was a peaceful day.

One that wouldn't last for long.

Mustering what magic he had left, Herobrine leaps off of the ground and stays up, standing on air just as Steve had. He flies up higher, slowly rebalancing himself after each block he rose. There, in the distance, he spotted the tip of a wooden roof: a village house. Grinning with impish glee, he heads over immediately, wondering where he would begin the End Plague.

Steve opens his eyes with a snap in a flowered forest. It was beautiful, with a motley of colors dotting the landscape. A bunch of azure bluets here, a cluster of poppies there, and a brook slowly flowing westward made for a perfect landscape. Maybe one to start a home.

But that wasn't the concern here, Steve had to find Herobrine.

"I have to stop this before it starts!"

Unfortunately for Steve, he didn't even know where to start. He didn't even know where he was. His sense of direction was off, it was like spawning in an entirely new world. He doesn't even remember the coordinates of his and Alex's house! It was a feeling he had encountered many times: mining in an abandoned mineshaft, meandering in a stronghold, exploring the other half of the world he had missed. It was the feeling of being lost.

And what made him feel even more nauseous was not knowing where Alex was. Steve looks around the plains, finding nothing but more rolling hills and varieties of flowers. Some oak trees stood alone near the brook, but it didn't give enough of a clue to indicate where he was at. Instead of looking around, Steve looks down, wondering if he could do something with his feet again. He focuses on his feet mentally. Maybe if he thought about it, he could telekinetically float again. Perhaps he can even fly around, giving him more mobility.

Steve widens his eyes with joy as his feet rose two blocks from the ground. 'That's a start...' he thinks, rising even higher in the air. After a minute, he was able to fly freely. 'It must be the power of the iron sword!' he theorizes. Holding the sword must've been enough to give him magical powers, and now it was passed off to him! Steve flies up to the heavens, eventually reaching the clouds. He looks down at the land below, not getting too many clues of the landscape. He flies northward for a bit, hoping he could find more familiar landscapes here.

Ten minutes pass, and Steve was afraid that he was actually getting himself off course even more. He pressed through, knowing that it would eventually lead to some part of their journey.

After some more searching and sweaty panic, Steve sees something in the distance he recognizes.

A quaint little cottage sat on the top of a plateau. Other tall, natural, stone chunks sat in the distance. From a while ago, Steve remembers the little cottage; he remembers finding Alex's mansion nearby.

But Steve heard something else in the distance: the village. It was being burned, and, even from that distance, Steve could hear fire crackling and buildings collapsing. Swooping down to get near the gravel road, he finds the village already burned to its foundations. The cobblestone barely supported itself, and many of the walls had already fallen to the ground. Villagers screamed for help; some cried, some ran around helplessly, some were even on fire, racing to the central well.

The only building that was left standing was the temple, which was where Herobrine stood. It just so happened to be the same village that Alex frequented. On the roof, he seemed to by typing commands on a command block. "Is he setting the code already?!" Steve exclaims, zooming at him even faster. He had his diamond sword in his hand, and he was ready for another battle.

Herobrine looks up in fear to see Steve fly at him at such an incredible speed, and dodges, Steve flying right past him. "Don't...set...the code!" Steve begs, turning around and flying at Herobrine again. Herobrine holds up the bloody iron sword at Steve again, and now was the latter's turn to dive out of the way.

Herobrine grins with mischief, finishing up the line of text he had worked hard typing in. "I believe you might be a bit too late..." the powerful being picks up the command block, holding it over the edge of the temple roof.

"No!" Steve flies down to snatch the block out of the air, but Herobrine had dropped it too soon. The block hits the gravel road.

The block explodes with an amazing force, with nothing to hear but a high pitched noise, and nothing to see but a white flash.

The blast shoves Steve with such a force, it knocks him unconscious.


Snow fell to the ground as the wind slowly picked up speed. Steve's eyes slowly open. The first feeling that him was the sharp cold, penetrating his diamond armor with ease. They weren't a good insulator anyways.

As he stands up, the snow crunch beneath his feet. It was dark, and the sky was draped in curtains of snow. It was pouring down in sheets; a snowstorm Steve hadn't seen in weeks.

Fortunately for him, his physical state didn't affect his magic abilities, and he was able to float up with ease. His legs ached, his arms were numb, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In the far distance, he hears rumbling on the ground. A deep groan echoes in the skies, and, even through the thick snowflakes in the whiteout, Steve sees the ground turning into End Stone.

He WAS too late.

Pillars of obsidian rise in the sky as the shock wave of the explosion continues. Steve flies the other direction, hoping to catch Alex before the wave hit her. There was no way to stop it, that's for sure. All of the trees fall and convert into End Stone, just like the rest of the ground and snow. Looking up, Steve could see that the sky within the End was purple static, devoid of any snow.

Flying southward as fast as Steve could, he passes the ravine that he had fell into before, and he continues down the taiga, only to have the rumbling grow closer and closer each second. He could see the spruce trees fall in his peripheral vision, and occasional obsidian pillars rising up through the ground like fortresses.

The mountains pass under him, soon soaring over the swamp he had fought the witch in.

Finally, he enters the second jungle. Steve finds the hole he was looking for. Using all the speed he can gather, he swoops down into the pit he dug up. He enters the stronghold, the rumbling growing louder as the structure shook.

Where was Alex now?


Yey. A chapter that didn't take months to plan out and write.

Thanks anyways!
-DWalkthroughGuy