Chapter 35: Snowed In


What kind of divine wrath had they invoked to make even the weather attempt to work against them?

Before they could even remember the fact that Brickston was prone to harsh, winter weather, the group suddenly found a total blizzard on their doorstep, making the world outside of their cave appear entirely white. They, reasonably, expected this to have just been the attack of another divine being, but Herobrine confirmed that it was, thankfully, just freak weather at work here. Though just mere seconds ago they could see distant hills and trees, all they could see now was a wall of flying snow with a grey, hazy filter overlaid upon it.

All eyes were focused on the winter storm outside, with Herobrine giving the falling snow an intense glare.

"This wouldn't even be a problem if my powers were in their regular state." He muttered, stepping forward as Steve watched him move.

"...What do you mean by that?"

Herobrine let out a small sigh.

"...I mean that we'd be able to leave this place, get closer to your village, and then teleport to where we needed to go without issue. I wanted us to move closer to your village before we teleported, just so Andvari could conserve energy. Now, we'll have to just teleport out of here and strain ourselves."

Steve let out a small hum.

"We can just wait it out, Brine."

"That'll take way too much of our precious time. It's better to-"

"-Actually sir, I agree with Steve's suggestion."

Herobrine's words were interrupted by Andvari, much to his surprise.

The demigod looked at the other in a dumbfounded way.

"...Are you aware of the possibility that the blizzard could last longer than we expect it to?"

Andvari nodded.

"I think that with how fast-paced things have been going, it'd be beneficial for us to pause and take a breath."

Herobrine left him in silence for a bit, continuing to stare at him before he broke the silence once again.

"...I'd rather not, but...whatever's for the best."

With a reluctant sigh, Herobrine moved more toward the center of the cave, looking around briefly before letting out a slight huff.

"If we're going to stay here, I'd like to get a fire going for you four." Herobrine paused, looking over to Squash briefly before continuing. "...Five."

Steve looked at him curiously.

"Are you gonna use your powers for that? Like, for a long time?"

Herobrine shook his head, slowly turning around in order to leave.

"Of course not. That'd seal our fates in a way that I know you wouldn't care much for. Since I won't die from this kind of weather, I'll go outside and get something to burn."

In response to his announcement, Andvari came to him abruptly.

"I can teleport elsewhere and get the wood for us, really-"

"-If that's an option, then you should consider just teleporting us all out of here and saving us the trouble of waiting this blizzard out."

Herobrine's harshly-spoken words caused the enderman to look at him with a bit of hurt on his features, which in turn caused the demigod to appear quite regretful.

"...Just take care of yourself, Andi. I won't be long, and besides, you know that I can't even fall ill so easily. Your worrying is appreciated, but it's not necessary." Herobrine said in a considerably kinder manner.

Andvari took in the other's words before giving him a small nod, allowing Herobrine to exit the cave with little reaction to the harsh winter winds outside.

Being left in silence wasn't exactly ideal for the remaining four, so quickly, Steve broke the uneasy ambiance.

"...I hope he's gonna be alright."

Hearing general hums of agreement, Steve let out a small sigh.

Constiere moved from his place against the wall, coming forward to sit closer to Steve.

"Anyways, at least rosebud's taking a quick break so we can talk about whatever happened in Hell back there." The boy said with a small laugh, plopping himself down right in front of the miner.

"...The Nether?" Steve asked.

"...'Rosebud?'" Andvari asked, raising a brow toward the boy.

Constiere rolled his eyes, keeping his focus on Steve as he ignored the enderman completely.

"Where else? Look, I'm just curious bright-eyes, you guys took your sweet time getting back here, you must've been talking about something interesting."

Steve shrugged, debating on telling Constiere the full truth.

"...He helped me avoid passing out and suffocating to death, and then he just...I dunno, realized what he did and apologized for it."

Constiere looked at him with shocked eyes.

"He apologized? For helping you?"

Steve shook his head.

"No! He...he apologized for dragging me in there instead of teleporting us away. He realized how rash his decision was, and...felt sorry for it, I guess?"

As Constiere let out a quiet "Oh" at the other's words, Steve heard a small hum from the side, leading him to find Andvari giving him a small smile.

"Seems like he's warming up a bit to you, isn't he?" The enderman asked with a small chuckle, earning a smile from Steve in response.

"Y-yeah, I guess?" Steve gave him a little shrug. "We're being honest with each other, and he's actually taking my words into consideration. I think that's pretty nice, considering what he was like not too long ago."

"Bright-eyes, I think that's more than just 'pretty nice.' That's a relief!" Constiere said excitedly, a large grin on his face.

"Yeah, I'm kinda aware of that." Steve said with a small laugh of his own. "I...I'm just happy that he even tried to apologize to me."

The boy in front of him nodded.

"At least we don't have to worry about how you're going to reach out to him. Seems like you figured that out for the most part, anyway."

With a relaxed sigh, Steve nodded his head.

"Thankfully, yeah."

The group allowed the sound of rushing, frigid winds to fill the silence in between them, all choosing to shift closer to the farthest wall away from the cave entrance as the blizzard threatened to make its way inside. It was cold enough to make Steve regret his poor decision to leave most of his things behind even harder. Sure, he was lucky enough to have left his blankets upon Squash, which had been taken from her saddle the moment he was reminded of where he'd left them, but he was truly missing the presence of his torches right now. Even the smallest of flames would've proved helpful for them, and he was slapping himself across the face mentally for leaving them behind with Joules. As he found Constiere not doing too well with the dropped temperature, which was getting even colder than it had been when he and the boy originally explored the city nearby, he ended up relinquishing one of the blankets to the boy as he moved to sit directly beside the miner, wrapping himself up eagerly. Steve could only hope that they wouldn't freeze themselves solid while waiting for their demigod leader to return.

Eventually, Herobrine returned from his quick search with a few branches of wood wrapped carefully inside his cape in his hands and quite a substantial layer of snow present upon his entire body, contrasting heavily with the dark colors that he wore. His expression was rather unamused, but his white eyes suggested a sort of discomfort as he approached the others, carefully setting the wood down close by them as he immediately got to work with preparing a few branches for a campfire, kneeling down in front of the woodpile.

Despite the others initially expecting him to not say a word, Herobrine broke the silence.

"...I don't understand why Claymore decided that this was the best spot to place his precious collection."

Steve gave a small chuckle at the other's words, sitting up a bit.

"...Maybe because he knew that nobody would bother coming to steal any of it if they knew that this was where they had to go? If this was the weather they'd have to walk through?" He replied, earning a brief hum of agreement from the demigod.

"...Makes sense. The only people who do apparently find their way here are dedicated students and gods."

Herobrine summoned a bit of fire to rest on the edge of his fingertips, soon after lowering it down to the wood, much to Steve's confusion.

"Wait, isn't that still wet-"

Suddenly, the wood caught on fire, burning slightly as the demigod soon after extinguished the flame upon his fingers, moving to blow upon the newly-lit flame in order to strengthen it before looking up at the miner.

"I was drying it on my way here." He finally answered, looking back down at the flame once again as he finally got it big enough.

As the campfire steadied itself, Herobrine slowly rose up once again, moving to walk toward the entrance of the cave. He tried shaking and dusting the snow off of his body, but he found himself to be mostly unsuccessful as quite a few remnants remained upon him. Steve watched him try to free himself of snow in vain, but before he could offer him his remaining blanket or even a close seat by the fire the demigod himself created, all of a sudden, the snow rapidly melted away, stunning Steve for a moment before he caught a glimpse of the space around the other, which was slowly wavering as it grew hotter.

In all honesty, he shouldn't have been that shocked. Herobrine had demonstrated that he could manipulate the temperature around him at some capacity back in the Nether, so it wasn't like this ability was new in any sense of the word. What was "new" was the fact that Steve could now properly see the effects of this temperature change for himself, instead of having it be mostly hidden by darkness created underneath a piece of fabric.

After getting rid of the snow, Herobrine turned around and walked back to join the others around the fire. Walking over to sit in front of the burning pile directly across from Steve, Herobrine took another glance back at the cave entrance before sitting down.

"...Do you know how unnerving it is to be able to sense each and every magical being around you within a certain radius?" Herobrine asked quietly, briefly surprising Steve.

"...I can imagine it, kinda." Steve began. "It's scary enough when you're in a cave and you know that a bunch of mobs are in there with you, but you don't know where they are and you can't feel it either. If I had the ability to actually know where every single one of them was, I don't think that I'd be able to handle it well." Steve finished with a bit of nervous laughter at the idea, earning a small look of confusion from the demigod.

"...Wouldn't things be more comfortable on your end if you knew where your enemies were at all times?" Herobrine asked.

Steve shrugged.

"In a way, yes. But here's the thing: if I knew just how many mobs were in the same cave as me, I don't think I'd ever pick up my pickaxe ever again." Steve chuckled. "It may be comforting in a way, but it's also a curse. I'm assuming that's how you feel about being able to tell where the gods are right?"

Herobrine thought about his words for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.

"...Right now, Claymore's just...walking around in his library I believe, using his abilities every five or so minutes. He's the only divine being other than myself who's here, but...I'm not particularly fond of the idea that I can feel his presence and he can feel mine."

"Is there any way to uh...not feel that?"

Herobrine shook his head.

"Though I can mask my own presence thanks to my abilities, I cannot mask his, nor any other divine's signature. It's enough to drive you insane."

Steve nodded his head.

"...Clay said to me once that your 'signature' or 'pulse' or whatever was like a...buzzing one? Something like that? Something chaotic, too. Do the other divines have something similar?"

Herobrine remained silent for a moment, debating actually answering the other's question before a sigh left his lips.

"...No. Unfortunately no. If they were all like that, I wouldn't be complaining, personally."

Herobrine stared at the dancing flames in front of him for a few seconds before continuing.

"...My older brother has a pulse that's more...something you can actually feel than something you could only detect, if that makes any logical sense to you. It's...warm. Comforting. Inviting."

The demigod paused, a small scowl forming on his face as he continued.

"My father's signature is heated too, but more in the way that it's like you're being scalded or burnt, and the pain lingers for more than you could possibly handle. It comes with a small, high-frequency noise that hurts to stand around. It can physically damage you."

Steve watched the other with concern on his features as the demigod, unknowingly, caused the flames in front of him to rise higher and grow more intense, making the others scoot back a bit in response. They soon calmed down as Herobrine, too, relaxed a bit, moving on with his explanation.

"Minos carries a low, suffocating hum with his presence. It contrasts his outward nature, but it truly befits the void. Claymore brings a strange pulse with him; it comes and goes, drawing curiosity and interest. All divines make their presence known uniquely."

Completely captivated by the information that the other was giving him, Steve looked at Herobrine with excited eyes, which were not ignored as the other looked back at him with equally as intrigued eyes. Brief confusion flashed across Herobrine's gaze for a moment though, before his expression dropped into one of neutrality.

"...You are so easily entertained, do you know that?" Herobrine asked the miner.

Steve shrugged at him with a small grin on his face.

"So what? I've never experienced all of this 'divine' stuff before, of course it's fascinating to me!"

A small smile briefly appeared on Herobrine's own face.

"...Really? I've caught wind that Claymore's created some sort of educational course on our inner workings, why not check that out for yourself if we manage to survive all of this?"

Being reminded of their true goals and the reality of his potential demise, Steve's eyes widened a bit in surprise before his expression was soon replaced with something more positive.

"Because I might end up being taught by a human instead of an actual god."

"Would that even matter? May I remind you of the fact that I am, in fact, only a demigod? I'm only considered just barely above being human, what would even be the difference?" Herobrine asked in a slightly joking manner, appearing quite amused by the miner's bewildered reaction to his words.

"The personal experience? Duh? The ability to actually show the kinds of powers that different gods have?" Steve answered, drawing a small chuckle out from the demigod in front of him.

"I see, I see. You'd rather be taught directly from the source. I guess that's something we have in common."

Something about the other's words made Steve feel somewhat more hopeful about the state of their potential, solid future friendship with each other.

Time and time again, Herobrine would reach out in order to learn more about him without outright admitting that fact, but Steve was thankful that he was, to his credit, becoming more direct about his approach. Steve wanted to learn that they had things in common, other than their physical features, of course. He wanted Herobrine to joke around with him, poke fun, and tell him stories and little tidbits. It didn't matter that potentially, all of that information would cease to exist with the probable failure of their mission; it was nice to know that Herobrine trusted him enough to at least let him be aware of the knowledge.

Steve playfully shrugged at him.

"What can I say? I'm a visual learner."

Realizing that the flame in between them had gotten too high once again, Herobrine lowered it down for a moment with a single gesture of the hand, enough to peer over the edge of the flames in order to give the miner a mischievous expression.

"That would've been nice to know from the start. Every time I give you a personal mission, you're barely able to carry it through. It might've been best to just let you tag along with one of the others so you could see how a competent person performs their work."

Just as Steve let out an offended cry, Herobrine, with a somewhat showy gesture of the hand, allowed the flames to reach higher once again with a grin, enjoying the brief glimpses of Steve's unamused expression from between the small openings that the fire briefly produced. Small laughter came from the others as well, causing a light layer of red to dust the miner's features in a bit of embarrassment.

Why was it that teasing him was a collective pastime of theirs? Sure, he supposed it was better than hunting down humans at least, but...was doing something else too much to ask?

Calming the flames down a bit again, Herobrine appeared briefly concerned about Steve's expression before an apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"You've actually been performing well, in all consideration. I was only joking." Herobrine attempted to reassure the other, which did nothing to convince the miner that he was actually joking.

"...I feel like you've been wanting to tell me about how 'well' I've been doing for a while now." Steve replied, casting his gaze downward as he tried to focus more on getting his face to cool down.

"No, truly. You've been doing well in some aspects, and I do have to give you credit for that." Herobrine doubled down, earning a small smile from the miner in response.

"...Well thanks, I guess." Steve said with a chuckle.

Readjusting his posture a bit in order to be more comfortable, Steve looked down at the fire as well, noticing how brightly it was burning despite the quickly diminishing wood that was fueling it.

"...Barely above being human, even though you can do all of this…" He mumbled, though his words were not missed by the other in front of him.

A small laugh came from beside him, leading to him turning to find Constiere looking up at Herobrine.

"Kinda makes you think about their whole rating system, I guess?" The boy asked, looking to Herobrine for a response.

Herobrine shrugged.

"Perhaps so, but I'm not allowed to say much about the matter, anyways. Demigod, lower god, it doesn't matter. I am what I am to the divines and you all."

"And you are powerful, Brine. At least, that's what I've been able to figure out. Your input does matter." Steve complimented the other with a smile, earning one in response.

"Yes. Quite so. Still, I do have my limits, and so, I believe my classification is accurate."

Steve shook his head.

"I don't think so."

Finding themselves teetering on the edge of a potential argument, Herobrine let out a sigh.

"You can believe what you want, but I am a demigod. Not a lower god, nor a higher god, but a demigod."

Curious at the mention of the other two titles, Steve's gaze became slightly filled with excitement.

"...What's a 'higher god'?"

Once again, Herobrine debated answering the other's question for a moment before relenting with a sigh.

"...They're the ones who formed the other divines with their own blood."

Wonder filled Steve's expression before concern soon wormed its way in.

"...Are we gonna have to worry about them coming after us too?" He asked, somewhat meekly.

Herobrine shook his head with a chuckle.

"If they came to our realm, then for certain we'd all perish. They're so powerful, the only place they're able to visit is a specifically designed building up in the Aether. I've been there a couple of times, actually."

With a sigh of relief, Steve decided to press the other further.

"Really? Have you met any of them before?"

Herobrine nodded his head.

"There are only two, and I've had the pleasure of meeting both." The demigod paused as a solemn expression overtook his features. "...In my youth, that is. Not since."

Not wanting to upset the other further, Steve decided to continue the conversation.

"That's pretty cool! I kinda wish that I had the opportunity, now."

Sadness subsiding, Herobrine looked back up at the miner with another playful expression.

"Fail this mission, and you just might get one."

He knew that the other was joking (was he?...) but nevertheless, Steve at least tried to respond to the other with a nervous, forced grin in order to keep up the general mood.

"I...I'm okay, I think. Yeah, I'm fine with not meeting them right now."

Herobrine shrugged at him with a grin on his face.

"Suit yourself, then. I would've happily set up a meeting, you know."

"I know. That's why I said I was fine!"

His exaggerated response drew a genuine laugh from the other, and all of a sudden, Steve felt quite proud of himself for doing such a thing. Seeing the other let go of his more serious nature and begin to relax, however briefly, was something that he found definite joy in. Even if the other was, in some way, trying to intimidate and scare him, it didn't matter; if he could make Herobrine laugh, it was worth going through the momentary inner debate of deciding whether or not the man was serious.

As Herobrine calmed himself, some of the outside wind began to shift directions towards actually entering the cave, much to the general dismay of the group. With a display of careful control, Herobrine allowed the flames of the fire to burn upward and out a bit, keeping most of the frigid air away from them as the cave soon grew hotter.

With a tch, Herobrine lowered the flame once again, though, his eyes glowed slightly brighter afterward.

"So much for keeping a low profile. I hate this weather."

As the others agreed with him, Herobrine cast a brief look up at Andvari, who was currently leaning against the cavern wall comfortably, close by Steve.

"How are you feeling?" The demigod asked.

Andvari shrugged.

"I feel perfectly fine. I believe that we'll be fine and can head out as soon as the blizzard dies down, maybe even before then."

Herobrine narrowed his gaze at him for a moment before speaking.

"...Despite this resting period, your pearl is still uneasy. It might be a good thing that this blizzard may last long, but even if it's short, we should probably rest even longer."

A sigh came from Malgun off to the side.

"Well, I hope that none of our divine neighbors decide to drop in."

Herobrine let out a small hum at the skeleton's words.

"That's what I'm particularly worried about. Teleporting would make our position more noticeable, but just using fire like this can bring some attention."

The winds of the outside blizzard and the crackling of the fire that sat in the middle of their group filled the silence. However, instead of bringing a general sense of ease and tranquility, all the collective noise brought was anxiety and concern, with the looming threat of being discovered hanging over their heads.


The blizzard had taken its sweet time to finally calm down enough for them to be able to move through it without much hassle, but once it did, the group was on their feet. Though it was quite dark outside, it was illuminated slightly by the mostly-hidden moon up in the sky, which was trying its best to peek through the heavy snow clouds. With a bit of difficulty due to Andvari's condition as the snow melted on his body and began to form water, the group eventually made out of the snowy wasteland and into a nearby spruce forest, where only a slightly less intense layer of snow fell upon them. According to Herobrine, the forest was in a direction that would lead them closer to Steve's village.

They weren't met with much opposition, if any, at all. The most that dared to draw near them happened to be a couple of wayward zombies, which were immediately taken care of as they came to threaten Steve's life. The only other obstacles that came before them happened to be the land itself, placing things such as extended tree roots and bodies of water, frozen and otherwise, directly in front of them. Eventually, the sun itself became an obstacle of its own, causing them to take cover underneath the trees briefly before realizing that simply diving into another cave was a better option.

Upon settling themselves in the new cave, with Malgun and Constiere immediately moving to the farthest wall away from the entrance, Herobrine pulled out their map, looking over it once again as a sigh escaped his lips.

"We're only slightly closer than before, despite all of that walking. It'll only make things easier by a small margin, I believe."

Andvari let out a sigh of relief in response.

"Good enough for me. I just want us to get ahead once again."

Herobrine raised a brow at him.

"...How do you know that we're not already ahead?"

Steve raised a hand, stepping into their conversation as politely as he could.

"Uh...I think that'll depend on whether or not my village knows about what happened in Lunarus."

Taking his words into consideration, the two slowly nodded in agreement.

"...I suppose so. Our lead could be jeopardized if we can't get good enough information. Also, if your village ends up being furious at you, that could pose a sizeable obstacle as well." Herobrine pointed out, causing a small whine to escape the miner's mouth in response.

"...Here's to hoping that we're in the clear here, guys." Steve crossed his fingers in front of him, moving to sit down against a nearby cavern wall with Squash by his side, taking a moment to loosen her saddle a bit before sitting down on the ground, her following his lead shortly after.

Hearing a bit of a snicker coming from the other end of the cave, Steve cast his attention onto Andvari, who was holding up his hand to his face in a thinly-veiled effort to stifle his laughter.

Steve narrowed his gaze a bit, raising a brow.

"What's so funny?" He asked carefully.

Andvari shrugged.

"Nothing. It's just that, in such a short period of time, you've managed to bond with your beast so closely that she's starting to follow your lead a bit more exactly."

Steve looked at him with intrigue.

"What...what do you mean by that?"

Andvari turned away from him, moving to get a view of the outside of the cave they were in to watch the still-rising sun.

"...Have you ever seen a dog mimic their owner? A cat mirroring their owner's temperament? The same is happening here, I believe, with you and Squash. It's rather fascinating, actually." The enderman explained with a chuckle.

As Steve gave Squash a slightly surprised expression that was met with a guttural noise in response, Andvari sent a brief glance over to Herobrine, who met his gaze with an amused expression.

"In all honesty, if I had access to a pen and paper, I'd love to write notes on this. It'd be good research, you know." Andvari said, excitement lacing his tone.

Herobrine gave him a small hum of approval.

"I agree. So little information is out there about ravagers and their ability to bond with their owners and how such a thing is done. I'd wager a soul to say that not even Claymore has much info on that."

"Your soul or another?"

"Another. Remember, mine is already on the line for Steven."

As Andvari nodded in understanding, Steve's attention was suddenly grabbed by the demigod's words, causing a smile to begin slowly forming on his face, much to Herobrine's general annoyance.

"You know what I meant." Herobrine said sternly as he glared at the miner, though, Steve's expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Did I say that I didn't?" Steve asked playfully, only briefly hearing his inner conscience yell at him for testing the other.

"You know what?-"

"-Let's not kill the test subject, alright?" Andvari held an arm out in front of the demigod before he could move any closer to the other, earning a small groan from him.

"Fine. But if he tests me again, I might be difficult with him." Herobrine said in defeat, casting the miner a brief intense glare before his expression fell back into neutrality.

Thankful that Andvari stopped his potential murder, Steve let out a small sigh of relief as he went to lean more against Squash, drawing what sounded like a brief purr or hum from her as she lowered her head in order to rest as well.

Strangely enough (quite unnerving too), as Andvari moved away again to look outside of the cave, Herobrine moved to sit right next to him, glancing around at the others before doing so. Without even turning his head to address him, the demigod began to speak.

"...Do you think that you'll have any difficulty with addressing your village?" He asked quietly.

Steve looked at him, slightly confused.

"...Like, with going in front of them, especially if we find out that they do know that we're partners?"

Herobrine nodded his head.

"Yes, exactly. Will you be alright, should the worst come to fruition?"

Steve appreciated the demigod's concern, but, to be quite honest, he wasn't sure how to answer his question.

How would he respond if his village acted outright hostile around him? He'd relied on them since his childhood, would he even be able to process such malice from them? Would they forgive him, and treat him kindly? Could he expect to be abandoned? Adored? Forced into exile?

Steve struggled to even attempt to put his thoughts into actual, verbal words. Herobrine saw the conflict in his eyes, taking his silence for deep rumination as he let out a sigh, stirring Steve briefly from his overwhelming thoughts.

"...It's too much to think about. I'll ask you later." Herobrine spoke to him in the same gentle manner, standing up again soon afterward as he left the miner to his own devices.

"Wait!" Steve called to the other, causing him to slowly turn back towards the miner with a curious gaze. "I...You're not even gonna let me answer that?"

Herobrine raised a slight brow at him.

"...Can you?"

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but found no words coming to him as he slowly processed the other's question.

The unnerving feeling he got when considering the possibility of his village abandoning him fully forced him into silence, only allowing him to look up at the demigod with a pleading look in his eyes.

He didn't have an answer. He needed someone to have an answer.

Herobrine let out another sigh, turning away from him again.

"It'd be best to let your mind rest, along with your body. Think about the question for a moment, and allow yourself some peace. Such situations should not be met with careless answers, nor quick ones."

Thankful for the demigod's input, Steve nodded, allowing the silence of the cave to take him within its embrace before the full force of his worried thoughts could first.


Y'all, this week was trash for me, but I have some good news, I guess? I had a whole other chapter already written for this week, but I made the executive decision to write something smaller for today, lol. I felt like things were speeding up a bit, and since I haven't done my usual re-read yet, I'm trying to do my best to see things from a bigger perspective. Given that the chapter I wrote was filled with heavy stuff, I'm putting this smaller chapter in-between so that you guys don't immediately get hit with all that XD

I'll post that chapter sooner than next Sunday/Monday tho, I think. As I've said, it's already pretty much complete, I just need to read it through, fix some things, and edit it properly. You know, the usual T_T

It's my last week of total freedom before classes start lol :P I wanted to update sooner than this upcoming Sunday bc that's when I move into my dorm, and I don't think that the fic will be top priority for me during all that XD

Quick Fun Facts!:

1.) Yes, Herobrine's able to even imitate the magical pulses/signatures of other divine beings. He's spent a good portion of his life in their presence, so he's had some serious time to study lol.

2.) While endermen do teleport a lot and, in normal circumstances, aren't all too affected by it, younger/more inexperienced endermen tend to place a lot of stress onto their pearls by rapidly teleporting. It's even worse when they're teleporting something with them! This is actually kind of dangerous because if too much stress is placed on a pearl, it can literally burst, which doesn't happen all too often, but it's still pretty abrupt and tragic.

Anyways, that's it for now! Leave a review if you have any thoughts!