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On the day the sun was reborn, Herobrine was officially introduced to the world. As he pulled a diamond blade out of his chest, his booming voice could be heard throughout the Overworld declaring that the war was over. When the Wither and the Ender Dragon tried to approach him, he stopped them. Without another word the two immortals put away their weapons and retreated to their respective realms with their armies. Herobrine was left to deal with the aftermath of the devastating war.
Instead of being seen as the Hero who ended the war, he was seen as one of the people who started it. The mortals shunned him and labeled him a monster. Herobrine simply stared down from the mountain of rubble he found himself on and with a laugh, proclaimed,
“If that is how you see me, then so be it.”
And then he retreated.
No one knows where Herobrine originally came from. Not much was really known about the young immortal other than rumors and folk tales that were spread around villages and cities. Whispered among young children and soldiers alike. Some say he is a ghost, a vengeful spirit, or even an evil demon. Some say he is a skilled warrior with a history of being merciless on the battlefield, leaving a trail of blood wherever he goes. Whatever they labeled him as, he was always the villain in their stories.
After the day the sun was reborn, Herobrine is not known for speaking. Some are foolish enough to go on quests to hunt him down and defeat him only to never return. Those who see him and survive to tell the tale either exaggerate their experience to make an interesting story or say very little. They are regarded as brave or as heros nonetheless.
The one fact that stays completely consistent in every single tale is his eyes... They are a blinding white and it is said if you stare into them for too long you will feel like you are suffocating in a never ending sea of nothingness. Like you are trapped in a blizzard with no hopes of getting out alive.
They say that Herobrine has long brown hair often pulled up into a fluffy ponytail. His face is littered with scars. He dons a worn fancy light teal shirt with a dark teal sash neatly tied around his waist. He has blackish-blue pants and knee high brown boots. More recently the tales have him in a long furred red cape that is said to be stolen from a wicked king Herobrine overthrew just for the fun of it.
Many fear him, and the fact that he is so unknown fuels that fear. Whenever anything strange happens they are quick to pin the blame on the immortal; Whether it be abandoned strip mines to weird small pyramids in the middle of the ocean. Since no one has been able to really talk to Herobrine, none of these rumors or tales can be disproven or even confirmed.
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A cool breeze could be felt coming from the cave entrance as the restless immortal lay staring at the rocky ceiling. His campfire had long gone out and stars decorated the inky night sky. Exhaustion plagued his body yet he couldn’t sleep. He was left a prisoner to his own thoughts.
Bitter feelings of loneliness haunted Herobrine and every time he closed his eyes he could only see the two who he had once considered family.
He could hear their laughs and see their smiling faces as they held him with so much love and looked at him as if he was the most precious of treasures. As if he was their world. But their faces would always quickly twist into disappointment, to hatred. Their grip would become bruising and arms that used to feel so safe would become suffocating.
They would yell and argue with each other and then use him to hurt each other. And when he finally put his foot down, they abandoned him. Left him to deal with their destruction and the burning hatred of the mortals. They let his name be dragged into the mud. Let him be painted as a monster just like them.
Herobrine frequently looked back to the day the sun was reborn. He deeply regretted what he said. How he let himself be painted as a monster. How he basically said ‘If you want me to be the bad guy, I’ll be the bad guy!’.
In reality it had been only bark with no bite. Herobrine didn't want to be a bad guy, he just didn’t think that they would have listened to him if he tried standing up for himself. He was vulnerable, tired, and quite literally bleeding out. So as much as Herobrine wanted to blame the ones who abandoned him, it was his fault he was being hunted down.
Herobrine wasn’t sure how he was supposed to fix the situation either. It had been years since the end of war and he doubted that the mortals would let him say ‘Heyyyy, I know what I said, but I actually don’t mean any harm. Please leave me alone and let me live in peace.’ He also supposed killing everyone that tried to kill him wasn’t helping his case either.
Herobrine shifted to his side and curled up on himself as he tightly gripped onto his wooly blanket. It was warm and somewhat comforting, but it didn’t help that much. Mobs could be heard groaning far in the distance. He wasn’t that worried though. Mobs weren’t that much of a threat to him. Unlike the mortals, mobs mostly knew not to mess with him.
If Herobrine didn’t get some sleep soon he wasn’t going to have a good time traveling in the morning. He wasn’t in any hurry to get anywhere in particular, but he didn’t want to stay another night in this cave. Since Herobrine was constantly being hunted down he couldn’t stay in one place for too long.
Herobrine learned that out the hard way when he was kicked out of that abandoned castle he was staying in after the war or when they burned down his mansion he had lovingly built by hand. He really liked that mansion…
He didn’t totally dislike traveling the world. It could be exciting and you could see so many new things. But deep down in his heart Herobrine longed to have somewhere he could settle down and rest. Somewhere he wouldn't have to constantly worry about fighting for his life. For somewhere to belong.
His heart also longed for companionship. An even more foolish desire. Mortals hated him and wanted him dead. And the ones who used to love him were gone. They probably hated him too. They probably saw him finally standing up against them as a betrayal.
Tears stung the immortal's eyes and he could only feel shame. ‘Someone as strong as him crying over something so stupid as loneliness ’ as he would put it.
Exhaustion finally completely overtook Herobrine and as his eyes shut he could only feel relief as he sunk into the darkness.
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Herobrine was woken up by the sunlight coming from the cave entrance. He groggily sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was still exhausted and part of him wanted to just go back to sleep. To his own dismay, he got up and ignored that part of him and started cleaning up his campsite.
When Herobrine got everything clean and packed up he took one last look at the cave that provided him shelter for the last few days and then turned to leave.
The sun felt nice on his skin and it warmed him up but the wind and the shade from the trees made it chilly enough that he still needed his cape.
Herobrine fondly looked at the scenery as he walked. The different shades of greens of the grass and the leaves, the blues of the sky and streams, the variety of color from the wildflowers.
And before he knew it, hours had passed and he could feel the exhaustion creep back. He could hear a river nearby and decided that would be the best place to rest for a bit before he found somewhere to set up camp for the night.
However, as Herobrine approached the river he could hear voices. He tensed knowing that he wouldn’t be alone. At the same time his heart dangerously sang out that he should seek out companionship with the strangers that he didn’t even know the intentions of yet.
Herobrine heard the voices coming closer and before he could decide on a course of action, a pain bloomed in his chest. Herobrine looked down as his vision started to blur and his limbs felt like they were turning into jelly. He had an arrow sticking out of him. When did that happen? How did he not see it coming? How did he not hear it coming?
Herobrine collapsed to the ground with a loud thump! And he couldn’t move his body because of the combination of his own exhaustion and the potion effect of weakness that the arrow was laced with. He could practically smell the spider eye and the blaze powder coming from it.
Was this how his long life was going to end? To a single arrow? It surely would amuse the mortals. How their ‘evil monster' was taken out so easily in such a shameful way. Herobrine’s eyes grew heavy and he could hear anxious voices get closer and closer as he slipped farther into the dark void. He decided to accept this cruel fate. Maybe now he could finally rest.