The following is a short story i wrote in one pass over the course of about a couple hours. If there are typo's i'm extremely sorry. Let me know what you think of it.
Description: An unofficial short story of the beginnings of Herobrine and where he is in the game now. Please enjoy.
In the beginning, gods created a very powerful being. He could manipulate his surroundings very easily. At first, he mearly took things away and placed them again, then he began to create objects from his surroundings, a house to shelter him in storms, tools to pick up more items, torches to light his surroundings at night, and even found powders to create automated devices to make activities easier.
Despite all of the creations he could create with the earth and the tree’s and the stone he could find, he was still alone in the world that the gods had set him upon. And sensing this loneliness the gods befit the world with animals to bring him company. Such animals included chickens, and pigs, as well as cows.
These satisfied him, he could kill the cows and wear their leather as armor, and the pigs for their meat. But this did not keep him occupied for long because he soon found he could take flint from gravel, sticks from tree’s, and feathers from a chicken and create arrows to kill from a distance. At that point he felt the need for a challenge, something that he needed to fight.
Again, sensing this longing for blood, the gods gave him monsters he could fight and slay. They gave unto the world zombies, skeletal archers, spiders, and a dreaded green creature he called a creeper. He sought this creatures out one by one, slaying the zombies with swords he had crafted himself, and kept his distance by slaying the skeletons with a bow and arrow. He fought his own fear as he decimated spiders, then he was blown away by a creeper that snuck up on him. He slayed these creatures too and harvested their explosive nature and soon found a way to replicate this by combining it with sand to create bombs.
He was very proud of himself when he created his first bomb. He set the fuse and backed very far away, and watched as his new creation blew a hole in the earth larger than that of the creeper counter parts. After that he set out to find and kill as many creepers as he could so that he could create more bombs. He soon amassed so many bombs that he could blow a whole straight down through the earth and too the bedrock. He did this again and again.
Soon the gods took notice of his path of destruction and damned him for being so careless. They took away his eyes and took away his ability to manipulate his surroundings. They set him loose on the world only to wander and to do no harm. And behind his back they gave a new being life, and let it loose on the world. They allowed him similar abilities, but none of the power that the first had. The first had, however, somehow gained knowledge of this and attempted time and again to wander his way to the new being to try and seek help, but everytime he had the gods somehow turned him back around and kept him from corrupting the new one.
After much frustration the first began raging at the gods, swearing vengeance for what they had done to him. They took notice and in an effort to conceal the first away for good, they sealed him away in a land that was forever night. Not wanting to seal him away for good, in a hope that he could become peaceful and return to the old world, they hid the portal to the night land in the good world. And the keys to its opening in another hell dimension.
Enraged, and with powers that the gods still left him, he populated the new realm with dark beings that popped around and teleported. Soon the population of the realm grew so large that a few could seep through and into the world that he was in before. Although they could, he never could go there. Still angry about his banishment, his anger turned him into a hideous fire breathing dragon. This transformation weakened him severely. Detecting this, his creations built pillars of black stone to give him life. Only when he was close to one could he heal himself and stay alive.
The gods had shunned this so much they did not take notice and simply tried to keep the new one well. They gave the new one ways of getting to the old one if he so wished, even gave the old one a name, one even they fear and dread when spoken. Herobrine.
Description: An unofficial short story of the beginnings of Herobrine and where he is in the game now. Please enjoy.
In the beginning, gods created a very powerful being. He could manipulate his surroundings very easily. At first, he mearly took things away and placed them again, then he began to create objects from his surroundings, a house to shelter him in storms, tools to pick up more items, torches to light his surroundings at night, and even found powders to create automated devices to make activities easier.
Despite all of the creations he could create with the earth and the tree’s and the stone he could find, he was still alone in the world that the gods had set him upon. And sensing this loneliness the gods befit the world with animals to bring him company. Such animals included chickens, and pigs, as well as cows.
These satisfied him, he could kill the cows and wear their leather as armor, and the pigs for their meat. But this did not keep him occupied for long because he soon found he could take flint from gravel, sticks from tree’s, and feathers from a chicken and create arrows to kill from a distance. At that point he felt the need for a challenge, something that he needed to fight.
Again, sensing this longing for blood, the gods gave him monsters he could fight and slay. They gave unto the world zombies, skeletal archers, spiders, and a dreaded green creature he called a creeper. He sought this creatures out one by one, slaying the zombies with swords he had crafted himself, and kept his distance by slaying the skeletons with a bow and arrow. He fought his own fear as he decimated spiders, then he was blown away by a creeper that snuck up on him. He slayed these creatures too and harvested their explosive nature and soon found a way to replicate this by combining it with sand to create bombs.
He was very proud of himself when he created his first bomb. He set the fuse and backed very far away, and watched as his new creation blew a hole in the earth larger than that of the creeper counter parts. After that he set out to find and kill as many creepers as he could so that he could create more bombs. He soon amassed so many bombs that he could blow a whole straight down through the earth and too the bedrock. He did this again and again.
Soon the gods took notice of his path of destruction and damned him for being so careless. They took away his eyes and took away his ability to manipulate his surroundings. They set him loose on the world only to wander and to do no harm. And behind his back they gave a new being life, and let it loose on the world. They allowed him similar abilities, but none of the power that the first had. The first had, however, somehow gained knowledge of this and attempted time and again to wander his way to the new being to try and seek help, but everytime he had the gods somehow turned him back around and kept him from corrupting the new one.
After much frustration the first began raging at the gods, swearing vengeance for what they had done to him. They took notice and in an effort to conceal the first away for good, they sealed him away in a land that was forever night. Not wanting to seal him away for good, in a hope that he could become peaceful and return to the old world, they hid the portal to the night land in the good world. And the keys to its opening in another hell dimension.
Enraged, and with powers that the gods still left him, he populated the new realm with dark beings that popped around and teleported. Soon the population of the realm grew so large that a few could seep through and into the world that he was in before. Although they could, he never could go there. Still angry about his banishment, his anger turned him into a hideous fire breathing dragon. This transformation weakened him severely. Detecting this, his creations built pillars of black stone to give him life. Only when he was close to one could he heal himself and stay alive.
The gods had shunned this so much they did not take notice and simply tried to keep the new one well. They gave the new one ways of getting to the old one if he so wished, even gave the old one a name, one even they fear and dread when spoken. Herobrine.