The Minecraft Story: The Beginning: Chapter 8
Herobrine walked through the burning village, a nearly destroyed sign said this village was called Torkoch. His piglins wreaked havoc on the villagers of Torkoch. He passed by many dead bodies of villagers and soldiers alike, but not a single one of his piglins have fallen.
Oh brother. He thought. Is this the strength of your humans? Losing to these idiotic piglins? How pathetic.
Herobrine casually made his way to the library of the village. It was the only place he forbade his piglins from attacking. And there it was. Still standing. He was a bit surprised; he figured his piglins would have burned it anyway. Perhaps he made them more intelligent than he thought.
He entered the library. It was small. The entire library consisted of one room, but he couldn't see anybody. Damn. He thought. He was hoping the librarian would be inside to assist him. Rows of books lined the tiny library. However, one of the bookshelves appeared to have fallen. Had his piglins attacked or were there survivors after all?
He looked at the other side of the bookshelf and found seven people huddled together in fear. He could hear them crying. It was a strange sound that Herobrine had not heard in a long time. It was almost alien to him. He stood there staring at them with his hands behind his back. It didn't take long for them to notice him.
One of them, a young woman screamed out in horror, but Herobrine calmed the woman. "Oh, calm yourselves," Herobrine said, his voice never breaking his relaxed demeanor, "I'm not here to hurt anyone… personally." They all stared deep into his glowing white eyes. "Are any of you the librarian?" He asked.
For a moment, there was silence, until one villager spoke up, "Y-You're him," The villager's voice trembled. "You're Herobrine."
Herobrine began to get annoyed, "That didn't answer my question." He continued to stare at the villagers.
Finally, an old man sat up. "I'm the librarian, um, your godliness," he said whilst a lump formed in his throat.
Your godliness? Herobrine thought. So they do know who I am. It's nice to see my brother didn't let them forget about me.
"I want to see any books on the history of this world, specifically anything pertaining to my brother and I," Herobrine demanded, "The rest of you, get out of my sight." The frightened villagers left the library, leaving only Herobrine and the librarian.
The librarian stuttered, "I-If you want to learn about your brother, t-then maybe you can start with this book" The librarian handed Herobrine a thick, leather book. The title read in golden fabric, "Bible of Notch".
Anger swelled in Herobrine as he read the title. That damn hypocrite. He thought. All that talk about not interfering with the humans. He flipped the book open and began to read. If I'm going to kill my brother, then I must learn everything about this world.
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In a Far Away Temple…
Notch sat in his meditation chamber. He had no idea if it was morning or night, for he didn't have any windows in his temple that was buried deep underground. He hadn't known such pleasures as the beautiful starry night or a warm sunny day since he secluded himself in his grande temple 1,213 years ago. For the first time, he felt that something was wrong. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in eons. He meditated on it for hours, trying to discover the cause of his discomfort.
Slowly the realization set in, his worst nightmare had finally come to fruition, his brother had escaped the Nether.