A/N: I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I hadn't uploaded this here! I'm sorry to be keeping you all waiting, I'll try to start on the next chapter ASAP!I've been addicted pretty hardcore to Fairy Tail and it's fanfiction and more or less forgot about TSoH entirely until I saw a picture of Herobrine I drew on a worksheet and I will do my best to make it up to you, I promise!

Herobrine glided to the ground, his feet gently setting on to the ground. Behind him stood a small, half built house of wood.

"Nice place!" Came a voice from the forest. Sydney dropped out of a nearby tree with a pair of apples.

"Here!" She tossed him one and bit into the other.

"I figured you would want some lunch about now, I know I did!"

Herobrine nodded gratefully and took a bite into the sweet fruit. He recoiled at the taste, unused to how it hit his tongue, but it only took a few bites for him to adjust. The two ate their apples in silence.

Sydney finished hers first, and launched it across the clearing. The man sneered at her and threw his apple the same direction. It surpassed hers by about a block. She gave him a challenging glare.

"So that's how it is?" she said in an attempt to sound menacing.

"Do you intend on challenging me in competition?" Herobrine replied cooly, watching the brunette shift into a combative stance. He too balanced himself for a fight and glared at Sydney.

"I wouldn't recommend fighting me, I am..."

"HAHA FOOLED YOU!"

Sydney shot off into the woods, and after a half-second of shock, he chased after her.

"Race ya to the firepit!" She shouted over her shoulder, a sly grin plastered over her face. The man's breathing labored as he fought inch by inch to catch up to her, bare feet racing against the forest floor, and he could only just reach out to stop her when the trees around them quickly thinned. As they flew across the final stretch, Sydney began to slow. He could see her movements lag and he threw in one last burst of energy, lifting a foot to race ahead. He felt his ankle catch something midair.

His progression halted in an instant, and and his momentum changed direction. Straight down.

Sydney let out a hoot of celebration, and turned to gloat at the losing party. Instead of jeers and snide comments coming from her mouth, laughter did. Herobrine shamefully wiped dirt from his mouth and looked up at Sydney.

"I'm sorry... but you... look so... PATHETIC!" laughter cut apart her words, and she gripped her stomach in pain. She calmed her laughter and sat on the ground next to the man and flashed him a smile of restrained enjoyment. After a moment of drinking in his expecting glare, Sydney started talking

"Oh yeah. I won, ahahaha! Anyways, I have a bunch of stuff for you. I left it in your tent. It'll be getting dark pretty soon and I figured the place you were building wouldn't be finished yet." He nodded and stood up, brushing dirt off of his worn pants.

"I got you those healing potions done, too. Ya may only need one but I have an extra just in case."

"How? Where..?"

"Did I get all these ingredients? Where did I get this knowledge?" He nodded and she shot him a wicked grin.

"I stole it."

"Who has that knowledge?"
The girl shrugged.

"Some wrinkly old dude cooped up in an empty village. He had extras, so I took one of his recipe books, a brewing station, and then took off."

There was a moment of silence before Herobrine broke it.

"Will it work..?"

Sydney's expression softened at his words. She could almost hear his hope growing in his scratchy voice.

"I think so. Honestly, nobody else can survive injuries like yours, so I
can't promise anything."

Herobrine nodded in understanding, looking out into the trees as the sun cast shadows on the ground where they stood.

As their conversation died and the sun dipped further behind the trees, a small excitement began to climb up Herobrine's throat.

"Can I... Have that healing potion now..?"

Sydney nodded and turned, happy to not have to stand still in the silence any longer, and walked to the mans designated tent. He waited for her anxiously to return, the short minute stretching into an hour from his perspective. She returned with two small glass bottles, each filled with a thick pink liquid.

"Here you go. Take it in one swing, it'll taste weird, but it's best drank all at once." She handed him one of the potions and watched with an unabashed curiosity.

Herobrine pulled out the small cork and took a shaky breath. Counting down in his head, he raised it to his lips.

...3
... 2
... 1
... drink!

With a small gesture, tipped the contents of the potion into his mouth. He stood for an agonizing second, wondering when it would take hold.
Then everything went black.

Shelby's bare feet padded up the stairs. She stopped to look at a sign on the wall and frowned. "Steve and Trent" it read. It felt wrong to read those names instead of the "Jack and Gordon" it once displayed. She added "where he lived" to the list of questions she had for her friend. Stepping up to the door, Shelby gave it a few soft knocks. With a short hesitation, it slowly opened.

A mass of brown hair followed by the widened purple eyes of Steve's.

"Y-Yes Shelby?" he asked, his voice tight and his eyes darting nervously about. Ignoring his suspicious behavior, Shelby held out a copy of the page he'd led her to.

"Steve, what does this have to do-..."

He slammed the door closed and yelled
"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Taken aback, Shelby pounded in his door again.

"Steve! C'mon!" The door stayed shut and she could hear him yell
'No!' from the back if the room.

Groaning in frustration, she started back down the stairs to the Commons. Stepping onto the thin carpet, she bumped into Emma.

"Oh hey... Emma!" The taller woman glazed her eyes over Shelby thoughtfully and gave her a small smile.

"Hello, Shelby. You're awfully active despite the perpetually setting sun."

"I must not be used to the overworld's schedule yet." She replied lightly.
"Do you know where I can find Gordon? I see his room has been changed."

The lanky brunette studied her unscrupulously.

"He shares with my sister and I." She answered carefully. Shelby's face changed to one of confusion.

"I'm assuming you don't know what that scar on his face is from?" when Shelby shook her head, Emma continued.

"Potion of Harming. It had hardly hit his throat before my Caryn and I got there. After that, we decided he shouldn't be left alone in the room shared with his dead best friend."
Shelby frowned, eyes downcast in guilt.

"I didn't kill him..." she said softly.

"We know." Emma replied curtly, and started up the steps behind Shelby.

Biting her bottom lip in thought, she decided to save all mystery and inquiries for the morning. With yet another pang of guilt, she wondered about the state of her mother. She'd checked in on her sister, assuring no harm had come to her, but not once did her mother show her stinking face at the news of her daughter's return.

"Stubborn hag is probably avoiding me."