A/N

1. School Sucks.

2. I plan on starting a sister series involving the Yogscast, which will be very similar to this series (female recruit joining secret organization). This series will go more into mods, game modes, and more about the history of Minecraftia. The first book will be called "Another Legend for Another Day." Coming soon (Hopefully)

3. School Sucks.

Chapter 2: The Beginning of a Dream

Since the awakening of Herobrine, my dreams have become synced, but more so the same repeatedly every night. At first, it was disconnecting. After countless nights of it, I was unsettled. The dream wasn't exactly complex. It consisted of a darkened sky, an open grove surrounded by an endless forest, and a small beam of light striking the center of the clearing. It was mesmerizing and yet deterring. I didn't know whether to engage it or run from it. So, I merely stared at it, night after night, in awe of it, and night after night the voices from the woods grew louder, chanting and calling out for blood. My blood.

"Don't be startled, Jane."

He was there, the boy from before. He was older now, more so a man than a boy. He was still dressed in his blue shirt and jeans. His hair was slightly more frayed, and there appeared to be a large scar across his left cheek. As the nights wore on, he grew closer to me, eventually coming to place a hand on my shoulder. It was oddly comforting and felt so real. It all felt so real.

"What is it?" I whispered.

This was the night I was going to do something. Anything. I didn't care by this point.

"It's…the beginning."

"That makes no sense," I replied.

He chuckled.

"I suppose that isn't much to go on, is it?"

"What is it?" I repeated.

"It's…the origin. The beginning of Minecraftia."

I turned to him, the first time I'd moved in this dream since it started.

"The origin?"

"The coordinates: 0,0,0. From here, the world branches out. This is the heart of everything."

"Why…why am I here?"

"Like I said, this is the beginning. It's only fitting this is where it ends as well."

I felt a chill run down my spine. The sky seemed to swirl, making the wind pick up around the trees. The leaves shuddered, forming a crashing sound as they desperately clung to their branches. I felt everything get colder. I could see my breath. The man seemed unfazed.

"I never expected to see you again, boy."

The voice lingered in my ears, as I felt unable to move. I could hardly breath.

"You have no power here, Herobrine."

I could see the demon directly in front of me, past the beam of light. His hands were in his pocket and it almost seemed as if he rolled his eyes as the comment the man posed. I felt the presence on my shoulder gently lift off.

"No power, you say? Well, not physically, but mentally…well, everyone has a breaking point, now don't they?"

"Don't listen to him, Jane," the other scoffed. "He's just full of hot air."

"Mind your manners, boy," snarled Herobrine. "You and I aren't all that different these days."

It settled in my mind how close the two were. Beyond close, they were identical in almost every way. Herobrine's eyes being white and the scar on the man's face seemed to be the only differences between the two. I gulped, finally swallowing some of my pent up fear. It didn't help all that much.

"Now, now, run along and let the big boys play," Herobrine chuckled, waving off the boy.

"I am no longer a child, Herobrine," he called, standing his ground. "Or have you forgotten who defeated you last time?"

Herobrine hissed at this statement, fire rising up around him. The heat in the area escalated quickly. The trees began burning and yet the grove continued to be lit by the soothing lit from the origin.

"You haven't changed at all, boy," Herobrine eventually chuckled, motioning the flames away. "I have missed these engaging conversations."

"I had hoped you were dead," groaned the other, "but I'm sure that will be remedied shortly."

"Ha! You hopeless fool! Things are just getting started!" Herobrine howled with laughter. "Plan A…has already begun."

"Plan A?" I finally mustered a word.

"She speaks at last," Herobrine scoffed. "Not that it matters."

He looked directly at me. I felt his soulless eyes pierce me. His grin bore sharpened teeth.

"Tell your precious army…that no one is safe."

I awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air and gripping my sheets. Ashley was hard asleep in the bed adjacent to mine. She hardly stirred as I sat in bed. I couldn't close my eyes. I was scared. I didn't know what else to say, to think. I didn't know what to do.