A/N: I have recently started binge playing Minecraft, and it is extremely fun. It's interesting, though, that I've probably played a total of 10 hours myself, but have watched about 150+ hours of Minecraft from various Youtubers. Though I don't watch it anymore, I feel that Minecraft has an important role in my life, even before I started actually playing it.

Happy-

adj. feeling or showing pleasure or contentment; untroubled.

"Just want to feel,

The stars around;

The atmosphere,

Never took them down.

I stand alone,

Whether right or wrong.

It takes me home right where I belong."

-Vicetone, from "What I've Waited For"

II.

The second time they met, he was the hero that saved her from the briny waters of the ocean . (A/N: Pun intended.)

When the other mobs sought for the comfort of darkness underground or in shelters during the day, she marveled at light and admired the shining terrain.

The world glowed green as she lay on the emerald grass and inhaled its scent, and it smelled so yellow. She wondered why it was so green when the light it grew from was yellow.

The cycles of the earth intrigued her, as there were no celestial bodies in The End, just a cold and empty void of a starless night sky.

A night sky without stars, Adrian mused, would be like an Aether without sunlight.

Though she enjoyed the day- the foreign warmth was incredibly pleasurable- she loved the night the most. The darkness reminded her of The End, but the night was also very different from the Enderlands. During the night, only some mobs came out, only some flowers bloomed, and only some chords of emotion felt. There was an unique aura that settled across the land after the moon appeared, one that laced the air with a craving for dark chocolate, the flavor of intimacy.

Adrian was jolted out of her thoughts as the ocean came into view.

It glistened more than lapis, and furthermore, it flowed. Lapis was a cold rock of vanity, but water was the essence of life itself. Waxing and waning like the moon, the water drew itself up in a restless crescendo and relaxed into a tranquil diminuendo; Adrian stared, open-mouthed, at the bestial yet serene body of water.

Drawn to it like a moth to a flame, Adrian couldn't help but slowly bring herself closer to the water. Examining the lapping foam that gathered around the sand, Adrian sat down, listening to the ocean's lullaby, a song of storms and despair, of life and vivacity. It held the shimmering grays of the earth, the soft blues of the skies, and the rich greens of life– land, heaven, and everything in between amassed into a single parcel. It even held an abyssal darkness, a signature trait of The End.

Ragged scraps of seaweed drifted by, their forms bending into the waves like dancers embracing a rhythm.

Enchanted by the hypnotic lull of the ocean, Adrian tried to trail her fingers through the water.

She screamed as she came in contact with the liquid. She hissed at the same time the foam hissed around her hands.

With a loud crack, the creature, the same creature who had bid her welcome to this new dimension, appeared. It was only after a few seconds of staring, from both parties, when Adrian realized he had a panicked look on his face. He must have realized this, too, as he instantly changed his expression to a smirk.

Clutching her hand that ached with a searing pain, Adrian snapped, "This isn't my arrival to this dimension, so you're not here to welcome me, and if you think you'll be bidding me farewell any time soon, you have sadly mistaken, as I will be staying here for a very long time. Clearly, you have no purpose here; now before you make a smug comment, consider leaving to let me heal."

Ignoring her irritation, the human-like creature produced a bottle of salve and held it out to her.

When he received her response of a defiant silence, saturated with irritation at his doubt of her capabilities to tend her own wounds, he swiftly grasped her arm and brought it close to him. Adrian suppressed a surprised gasp.

Eyes never traveling to her face, he poured some balm onto his fingers and began to anoint the burns on her hand. When he finished smoothing a layer of ointment over the scalded skin, she whispered a "Thank you," and added, "You appeared out of nowhere."

Realizing her statement was a disguised question, he shrugged and replied, "it's my obligation. Notch thinks the mobs are only good for being killed by the mindless fleshbags, so it is my job to make sure the creatures suffer more than they have to."

Herobrine found it interesting that there were well known potions to protect against burns from fires, fractures from falling, lacerations from arrows, and even from the blade of a sword, but there were no common remedies for water burns.

Notch made it a tad bit too obvious that he disliked the enderpeople, he thought. Not only did he isolate them on a dimension in their own and instill a self-consciousness that would plague and haunt them into slaughter, he also discouraged the production of a antidote to a substance that was lethal only to them.

Sensing the message behind his last sentence, Adrian said coolly, "They didn't have to force me to leave; they wanted me dead when I asked for a different spell casting technique, so I was more than happy to leave."

Both of them inwardly snorted at the irony of what she had just said.

Happy.

Absently staring at the sea, they both wondered, where does an emotion like that, a chemical so obscure that supposedly exists in their brains, foster in a world of pixels like this one?

They sat in silence, lost in their own thought until the creature asked, with genuine interest, "What's your name?"

Adrian replied, "Does it really matter? It's just a label, a cluster of syllables someone else gave me. Someone else that is dead to me, now."

Surprised at her response, he decided not to probe further.

Then, after a long delay, she finally said, "Adrian."

He smiled, responding with "Herobrine."

A/N: I've always wondered why water is toxic to endermen; if any of you were to leave a review explaining why that is, I can write a chapter showcasing your theory c:

My description of the ocean is a reference to the lovely poem by Leonard Cohen; y'all definitely should check it out.

The ocean fascinates me; I remember when I was in preschool, around 4 years old, and I would fly through the glossy pages of a picture book featuring oceanography, begging my mother to read it to me. My favorite was the midnight zone critters, the ones that live their entire lives blanketed by darkness, thriving near the thermal vents.

I don't even visit the beach often, despite living in the coastal plains. I guess I just liked the learning aspect of it. :/

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