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Chapter 35

Dan's POV

Herobrine dashed away from the window and ran out of the room, Seto, Dana, Napalm and Calvara following behind him. Then everyone else ran from the room to see what was going on until I was the only person left.

I walked cautiously over to the window, wondering what I would see. I gasped. An Enderman and two humans were riding on the back of a giant white and gold three-headed dragon.

I ran out after everyone else. Two red-eyed creepers tried to block my path, but I shoved them out of the way and ran out the castle doors.

When I got out, I saw the so-called "King" thrashing about wildly. The Enderman and her two friends had been thrown off its back, and the King was biting at the people on the ground with all three heads. Everyone was yelling and screaming, and I started pushing my way through them. Then I wondered, Where's Jemma?

"Jemma?!" I yelled. "Jemma! Where are you?"

"Calm down, Dan!" a voice said right next to me. I turned around and saw my wife staring at me. "I'm right here!"

I took a shaky breath. "Sorry. Any idea what's going on?"

She shook her head. "No."

I heard a loud roar, and we both whirled around to see Herobrine brandishing his sword at the King and some girl with red hair trying to hold him back as another guy who looked just like Herobrine trying to calm down the King like the dragon was a horse.

"Don't kill him, bro!" The redhead tugged on Herobrine's arm. "Steve! I need help here!"

The guy with the King took a second to glare at the girl. "I'm a bit busy! Whoa!" he yelled as the King flapped his large wings. "Dude! Calm down!"

Suddenly, a large blast of magic shot from the crowd and hit the King's middle head. Gold magic spread over his body like frost, and he was suddenly frozen, as still as a statue.

Nike stepped out of the crowd. "Everyone, calm down! Andria, why did you guys bring the King here?"

The Enderman tossed her glossy black hair over her shoulder. "We didn't know this was the King. Even Steve and Alex didn't know. We thought it was just Notch's pet dragon. That's what he told us."

No one spoke as that sank in. Then I stepped forward. "Wait, so Notch is the one controlling all the OreSpawn mobs?"

Steve nodded. He seemed to be in shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Wait, if he's controlling these new creatures…" Alex furrowed her eyebrows. "Then does that mean-?"

"He cursed me," Herobrine whispered. "My own dad cursed me."

Alex's POV

Herobrine pushed past a few red-eyed mobs as him, Steve, and I walked through the castle toward his throne room. The place was absolutely massive. It was like a much larger version of Dad's castle, and made out of Netherbrick and obsidian instead of quartz and glowstone.

When we got to the throne room, Herobrine let us in and closed the door behind us. Then he turned around to face the two of us. Gosh, he looked so different from the last time we'd seen him. Mind you, that was, like, seventy-five years ago. He used to be a short, skinny little kid with braces and long-ish, really messy hair. Not to mention his name. Now he was tall and muscular, with shorter hair that was still messy, but not as much. When he opened his mouth to speak, there was no glint of metal inside his mouth. Really, the only things that were the same were the colour of his hair and his eyes.

"Did you guys know?" he asked bluntly.

"No," Steve answered.

"Did you have any suspicions before you came here?"

"No."

While those two doofuses were talking about who-knows-who-cares, I decided to look around. I came up to an obsidian desk and quickly turned away. Desks remind me of school, and honestly, I couldn't care less for that torture chamber. I kept wandering around, and passed a window that looked out over an ocean of lava. The view was amazing. I opened the window and stuck my head out. I could see the frozen King from here, along with all the people crowded around him, trying to figure out what to do. All of the people looked like ants, and it looked like the King could fit into the palm of my hand. So this is how Herobrine sees things, I thought. It's incredible.

I pulled my gaze away from them and brought my head back in to look around some more. This was so different from Dad's throne room. Dad's was always filled with angels running errands for him. Herobrine's had no people or mobs inside, and was really empty.

I got to the throne and saw that it was made of obsidian. That must be uncomfortable. I wonder what it would be like to sit on it.

I've always been too curious for my own good.

I sat down and put my arms on the armrests. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually quite comfy. I swung my legs like a little kid. Herobrine must've been much taller than me, because my legs didn't even touch the floor. Then my heel hit something on the chair, and it suddenly swung out from the wall and I flew across the room, crashing into the desk.

"Ow…" I groaned. "What the heck?"

My brothers ran over and helped me up. Herobrine glared at me. "What were you doing?"

I gently put a hand to my head and yelped. "Ow!" When I pulled my hand away, there was blood on it. I sighed. "Well, that's great. Just perfect."

"You must've hit your head on the corner or something," Steve said. Then he looked at his twin. "What wrong with your chair?"

Herobrine facepalmed. "It's a throne, not a chair. And there's nothing wrong with it. You just hit a button on it, and it opens into another room. No big deal."

"What's the room for?" I asked.

"Nothing," Herobrine said.

"That didn't answer my question," I argued. I got up and marched to the opening in the wall. When I got to the entrance, I turned around. To my surprise, Herobrine wasn't trying to stop me.

He saw the expression on my face and shrugged. "You won't find anything in there."

"Then why is it hidden?" Steve asked suspiciously.

Herobrine looked back and forth between the two of us. After a few seconds of this, he sighed. "Fine. It's just for when my curse gets really bad and I can't control myself. That's it."

I poked my head in the opening. "It doesn't look like there's any way you would be able to get out if the door was closed."

"That's the point. I haven't used it yet."

Steve looked taken aback. "So you would be locked in there and wouldn't be able to get out?"

"Yep."

"No food?"

"Yep."

"No water?"

"Yep."

"Nothing at all to help you survive?"

"Exactly."

I gaped. "You would trap yourself in there and die of thirst and hunger because of a curse?"

He nodded. "I would do it to protect Minecraftia from my curse."

Before I knew what I was doing, I lunged forward and hugged him. "Brian Angla Perrson, don't you ever do that. Never. You hear me? You're our brother. We don't want you to kill yourself to save a bunch of people you don't even know." I felt tears well up in my eyes.

He stiffened. He'd probably never hugged anyone for a long time. I pulled away and rolled my eyes. "Don't tell me you've forgotten what a hug is?"

He stared at me for a second, then laughed. "No, but I did forget how obnoxious you could be. I don't know how I could forget that, though."

I punched him in the arm. "Shut up." But I was smiling.

"Um, guys, sorry to break this up," Steve said, "but we have a problem."

We all ran to the window. The King was shaking, breaking through the sorceress's magic. Then he shuddered, and the magic barrier around him shattered like glass, and he gave an ear-splitting shriek.