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00:15:35

15 minutes and 35 seconds after the sun was put out...

The mobs are panicking.

Zombies and creepers were running around in different ways in the pitch dark. Skeletons, which are the usually calm one, even started to look around in frustration, awaiting orders from their Master, which never came. The Nether is no longer burning. Pigmen started to grunt and moan, bewildered as lava pools slowly cool into cobblestones, and netherracks dimmed into a cold, grey block, and no matter how the Endermen and zombies tried to light them up with flint and steel, they never light up anymore.

And they knew why.

In one of the cold chambers, some Endermen are tending to their Master. To their horror, their King has fallen ill very suddenly, and no matter how much they tried, he would not wake up. Herobrine was trembling, and his breaths came out raspy and short. The Endermen started to fidget, muttering to their brothers in their low, murky chirps.

Herobrine, their King, is the light of all Minecraft. He is why the sun shone. He is why the Nether burn and why light still exist in Minecraft. He is the fire, he is the warmth; he is the manifestation of light itself. Notch created him as one of those who has Minecraft in his hands.

Now, the light is no more.

As his most loyal subordinates, they are very concerned with the well-being of their Master. If something happened to him, not only he is in danger, but Minecraft is also in danger.

He still has not regained his consciousness, brother. An Endermen turned at one of its kind nearby, speaking in his native tongue. I am afraid we have to call out to His Almighty.

We have, believe me. The other answered. He still has not answered us.

What has our Master done to His Almighty...? Has he finally tested the temper of our creator?

No. It has something to do with the prophecy.

The Endermen turned at one of the oldest in the room in silence. As seconds pass, more worried mutterings increase in sound, before one of the shadow mobs asked the elder one. What prophecy, brother?

The prophecy of the end, I afraid. the time where we all will return to where we come from; the darkness.

At these words, the Endermen began to tremble, and they let out their agitated noise. The static noise was lower, darker, and full of pain, as if it is a way to express their distress and sadness. Some teleported out upon the news to spread the news, some just stood still, and some started to utter the strange noise along with their brothers.

The end is nigh.

"What's going on?!"

"The sun is no longer there!"

"Notch, help us!"

"We're doomed!"

Steve frantically looked around as the villagers around him ran around in circles. Some even decided to lock themselves in their small homes and blocked the door with dirt blocks. Another just ran around in circles. Some even mounted on their iron golems and ran away until they disappeared from view.

It was complete chaos.

Steve squinted, trying to look around in the pitch blackness. He could barely discern anything, but he could make up some things. He frowned. How come light and fire don't work anymore? Evrything is just put out when the sun died.

Which is not good, no matter how hard he tried to stay positive. Panic starts to build inside of him, but he swallowed it up to keep himself as calm as possible.

'Alright, think, Steve. Think,' He muttered. What could possibly allow this to happen? Why is this happening?

'It must be Herobrine,' He deduced, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. 'That monster could have done something to the sun. He must have did something to the Almighty Notch, or he has created infinite blackness in our land. Of course, of all things, he is the one deemed responsible for the mayhem!'

'I must find him,' Steve thought. 'I have to find him and put an end to this!'

Herobrine brought himself up his bed with a hand, breathing slowly and wiping sweat off his forehead. He is far from feeling well, and the Endermen has hastily told him to lie back down. Although his sight is blurry, he knows Nether is not a dark place.

He remembered now. The pain, the Nether going dark, the End... Everything is going on as foretold. If he is not wrong in remembering the Book of Prophecies, the darkness will follow, eventually, swallowing everything in its path and bring all the worlds: the Overworld, the Nether, and even the End, to an end.

There will be nothing afterwards.

"I am alright..." He muttered. Of course he is not alright. He felt worse when he sat, and he felt like he was about to throw up any second from the nausea. Nonetheless, he edged from the bed and tried to stand up, before an Endermen chirped at him to stay put, which was rudely pushed away.

"I said; I am alright." He said, this time clearer. "There is nothing wrong with me. The situation is more dire than myself. Based on my memory-"

'Everything will end, Your Majesty,' An Enderman spoke. 'We know.'

Herobrine stopped at this, pausing for a while. If they know it is the end, then they know why the sun is put out. Then they know what will happen. He pondered for a while. By now, they should also know his inability to use his powers. They know that he is harmless, and he certainly cannot muster enough strength to rule over them like he usually would. If this happened, then...

No, Your Highness. We will certainly not disobey you, One inquired.

Yes, Your Highness. We will serve you to the end. That is our oath,

Our oath.

Yes, our oath.

Herobrine stared at his subordinates. He knew why they seek for him the first time Notch created him. It is because he is their solace. He is the one that can provide them an everlasting dry shelter. He is the one that let them roam the Overworld. He is the one who asked permission from the Dragon to use them as his personal servants as well. He is their salvation, their freedom, no matter how harsh he would treat them once in a while.

For once, he actually commend their loyalty.

"...I have a thought."

Pray tell us, Your Highness.

"I am the one and only that can call out for my brother, aside that human, our enemy," He rasped, a hand on the dresser still propping himself up. "Maybe I can bring myself up to that mountaintop whence I was born. That is the place where I learn to speak with my Almighty Brother without the use of my powers."

"I will climb on it and speak to him to cancel the end. I will try and reason with him. He would listen."

Before he can take another step, an Enderman grabbed him by the shoulder.

Master, he spoke, concerned. We cannot leave you in this condition. We certainly cannot let you leave like this.

"I will be fine on my own." He retorted, trying to slap the hand away, which still held him in place.

Master, please listen to what your servant has to say. The Enderman pleaded. At the very least, there are a lot of our brothers and your troops in this place. Take a part out of each of us to accompany you, while the rest wait here for you. Is it not safer and wiser that way? Please, as the one who spoke between my brothers, heed my suggestion, Your Highness.

"For the last time, I-!" Herobrine's furious protest at once halted as a cough shook hsi entire being, and he leaned at his bed's headboard, coughing as the same Endermen gently patted his back, worried. Ah, so he is actually right. Herobrine cannot keep the act up any longer. With the sun no more, he is as weak as normal humans, and perhaps weaker. He cannot act proud as a King now. He can no longer boast.

He truly need his people. They are his helping hand now.

"...Get ten of every single mob. Get me ten of the bests, and those who are strong in long journeys. We are going for a long journey."

Yes, Your Highness.

"I will save you all, once more." He said. "I will stop the end."

Hahahahaha.

Yes, so Herobrine has his powers ripped out of him, and now he is somewhat ill and weak.

You all know who he needs now that he is powerless aside his loyal, loving subordinates, right?

Answers:

Colonel-IrritumStudios : Thank you so much.

StealthPhoenixia : Oh, thank you! -nom-

BlackDragon41: ...You truly stalk most of my stories here... (no offense) But yes, this fic is going to be very sad (I suppose...?). And don't worry. I really like tragedy as well, and angst, and stories that will yank my feelings out and shred them to pieces, then stomp on it's remains without mercy. And yes, I am actually a happy fellow, despite my usually serious style of typing. i can write comedy too, but right now I don't have any idea what kind of comedy in Minecraft, so I haven't wrote any. And well, although I will, eventually, make the span of this story as 24 hours, I can make this story pretty long. But I don't think it will be too short or too long as well. But we'll see about that.

Once again, thank you for reading! I really appreciate it. If there is something wrong feel free to tell me.

Have fun reading!