It began with three beings, per say. They had no form, no names nothing but thoughts they could use to communicate with each other. The beings wore powerful and agreed that they would use their powers to create places to live in. Their power was enough to forge three realms out of their desires. The first one created a flaming realm of death and despair, where creatures who knew only hate walked. The creator of this realm took the form of the being known as 'Herobrine'. Herobrine was a demigod after he spent most of his power creating a death realm and an array of hateful beasts. The second created a lush world of prosperity and peace. Filled with grass and stone, trees and flowers and the most wonderful creatures. Sheep, Pigs and Cows. Also People. People who obeyed the creator who had formed himself to be the great Notch. The final created a small realm. It was a lump of stone with pillars and crystals that recharged the being's power. The being created a beast with the most power of all. A beast that knew only emptiness and death. The final's form was of a large four legged two winged...thing. It flew and could eat you and rip you with claws. This thing recharged it's starting amount of power and kept on teleporting it's creations into the other realms. And that was how it all began. The Tale of The Three.
Chapter 2: Indas looks over at Hark. "Hark catch this!" He shouts as he throws the bone. Hark jumped and caught the bone. Hark sprinted towards Indas and Indas stroked the dog and laughed. Indas was just a boy, barely thirteen. He had blue eyes and black hair. He loved his dog, Hark and collected Ender Pearls. Although he couldn't fight he was a beastmaster nonetheless. Although he did not know that. Indas fed Hark a steak and got on his knees, hugging and stroking his pet. It was at that point did Hark growl. Indas looked to the direction he was growling and a figure in a black cloak holding a scythe made of obsidian was standing. The figure removed his hood and revealed his face. Like Old Steve's except his eyes were white. Hark leaped towards the figure and the figure raised his hand instantly killing Hark. Hark then rose up as a zombie-dog growling at Indas. "H-H-HARK! N-N-O! YOU MONSTER! Y-y-you b-beast." He began to cry. The figure raised his hand which made an Obsidian portal appear. The figure then pointed at Indas who got trapped in an iron cage, just small enough for him to sit in. The figure warped through taking the dog and Indas with him. Into the Nether. A place you should never go.
As Indas awoke he found himself in a place full of dark red bricks. he rose up. He looked around, remarkably Hark was at his side. He ran towards the door and called for Hark. He looked down the sides of the halls. "L-left?" Indas squeaked. He headed into the left hall, Hark following. Indas looked as he entered the throne room. The figure was sitting on his throne of fire. "Welcome, welcome Indas. I am Herobrine. Or as Notch would have you believe the False God. What a fool. We are all gods. He just does not believe that. I wish for you to join me, Indas. I wish for you to become my greatest ally. I wish for you to become the flame of Death for you hold the power." Indas stared to Herobrine, The False God. The Church of Notch told of him. A terrible beast that wished to consume all life. Indas stared. And then ran. He was sprinting down the hall towards the right of his first cell. Towards the portal. So he could get home. He leaped...and made it! He was home he was sprinting towards the village to tell his mother and father about his encounter. About his kidnapping and Hark's.
Chapter 3: Of course nobody would believe Indas. "Oh, little one, it was just a bad dream. A nightmare. You'll be fine." Indas couldn't believe them. "Power? Nobody in the quaint farming village has power except out Protector. And he will stop any attacks." Nobody believed him. His friends deserted him. Indas, was alone. Alone in a sea of confusion and hate. Alone. So he went alone literally. He trained. He practiced using a halberd. He stole a halberd from the blacksmith and practiced with it. He wasn't very skilled so he dumped it. Next he tried a spear. Neither was that any good for him. But then he tried daggers. He loved the mobility. So he continued to train. He found if he attached a strip of metal to one of his arms he would be able to use it as a shield. His skill was...immense. As he continued to train for a month, two, three he got better. But one night, it all changed.
Herobrine sat upon his Flaming Throne and summoned his army. "O, beasts. For long enough have we been trapped!" He addressed the crowd of Spiders, Zombies, Skeletons and Creepers. Blazes and Ghasts and Slimes. "Tonight we slay the stupidity of Man. And begin the age of Death, two realms we shall have. A realm of fire and a realm of peace. We shall exterminate or enslave all humans." As Herobrine spoke a single Creeper moved forwards. In front of the throne he hissed. "But we havessssss our doubtssssss...you are not never endingssssss....no you aren't....you are jusssssssssst....a man......and we....ssssssshall take you throne of flamesssssss...." Herobrine looked to the Creeper. "Those who think I am not immortal step forward." He said as he rose taking his Scythe from it's resting place in front of his throne. "And become a dead one." A chunk of beasts stepped out of the crowds and looked to Herobrine. Twenty, thirty, forty-six there were. As Herobrine stepped down the two steps towards the single creeper he grinned. "I'd tell you that you are about to meet your maker, but I AM your maker." Herobrine slashed at the creeper's head and lopped it off. Zombies rushed forwards as arrows stormed towards Herobrine. Herobrine continued to knock the arrows with his fist and slit the Zombies. He leapt forwards slicing at skeletons, taking their heads and continued into the battle. Knocking over Skeletons and leaving them shattered, throwing zombies at other zombies until there was only one beast left. A lone skeleton shot a single arrows colliding with Herobrine's hand. As Herobrine lept forwards and cut the skeleton, shattering it he let a single drop of blood hit the ground. "And that shows, that gods do not bleed! You, my allies, will help me take the realm of Notch. Now let us go Herobrine said. He pointed towards a portal, the same portal Indas had gone through. "Go through. And kill them all. The portal was enlarged from the last time someone had gone through, so Herobrine could fit the beasts through. As the beasts left Herobrine took a vial and placed the drop of blood into it. A single drop of God Blood. The rarest substance of all. Said to grant power to those who drink it. It was proof that gods, do in fact, bleed.
Not to shabby. Keep up the good work. This story has a lot of potential and a good twist on how the dimensions were created. I look forward to the next chapters!
P.S. My posting rank is now Mark of the Beast (666)
And so it was that a quaint village was attacked. The beasts poured from the portal into the new realm. Many of them didn't survive the cold and had to flee back into the Nether. But those who survived were the Zombies, Skeletons, Spiders and Creepers. These four attacked the village. Their protector, Sil, could only do so much with his magiks. He enchanted blades for villagers as they were attacked. As the fight raged on something else came into play. The first Stronghold had been created. A Structure of Stone made by the servants of the Enderdragon. The Stronghold was activated and at that point the Ender Plague began. Thousands of Endermen were warped into the world, most of which into the battle of villagers and beasts. The Endermen attacked everything. During this battle Indas was helping defeat the zombies. But as more came he was forced to flee. As he escaped he caught a spell of Sil's onto his dagger. The dagger morphed into a beautiful, beautiful green. As he sprinted and stared at it he could only think of what was once a stone dagger was now a blade of beauty. Endermen were tearing down areas, villagers were slaughtering Zombies and slowly as the dust began to settle in the first clash, in the beginning of the War of Gods there was a magical spark. And at that point a single, beautiful gem was placed in the well. The Legendary Rubies. One two three four five. Five items of utmost power were spawned from this one battle. But nobody could take the Village. Notch's Servants, Enderbeasts or The Undead. None of them. It was Neutral. And the stage for the War of Gods had begun. There were three factions. And there was only one way they could end the war. One faction had to defeat the other two.
Chapter 5:
As Indas sprinted from the Battle of the Unnamed Village he had only two people following him. Hark and Kal. Kal was one of Indas' friends. As they stopped in the forests Kal said to Indas. "Indas. There is no way anyone could survive this. We have to get away. I'm sure there is a place in this forest we can live..." Kal looked into the forest guiltily. As they trekked through the forest Indas observed his dagger. Beautiful. Stunning. Not only had the material been changed the craftsmanship, too. As Kal stopped Indas bumped into him. Kal looked up and there was a treehouse. "Indas...this is where we will live." Indas store up. "But what about Hark?" He said motioning to the wolf at his side. "We will find a way...hopefully..."
It began with three beings, per say. They had no form, no names nothing but thoughts they could use to communicate with each other. The beings wore powerful and agreed that they would use their powers to create places to live in. Their power was enough to forge three realms out of their desires. The first one created a flaming realm of death and despair, where creatures who knew only hate walked. The creator of this realm took the form of the being known as 'Herobrine'. Herobrine was a demigod after he spent most of his power creating a death realm and an array of hateful beasts. The second created a lush world of prosperity and peace. Filled with grass and stone, trees and flowers and the most wonderful creatures. Sheep, Pigs and Cows. Also People. People who obeyed the creator who had formed himself to be the great Notch. The final created a small realm. It was a lump of stone with pillars and crystals that recharged the being's power. The being created a beast with the most power of all. A beast that knew only emptiness and death. The final's form was of a large four legged two winged...thing. It flew and could eat you and rip you with claws. This thing recharged it's starting amount of power and kept on teleporting it's creations into the other realms. And that was how it all began. The Tale of The Three.
Chapter 2: Indas looks over at Hark. "Hark catch this!" He shouts as he throws the bone. Hark jumped and caught the bone. Hark sprinted towards Indas and Indas stroked the dog and laughed. Indas was just a boy, barely thirteen. He had blue eyes and black hair. He loved his dog, Hark and collected Ender Pearls. Although he couldn't fight he was a beastmaster nonetheless. Although he did not know that. Indas fed Hark a steak and got on his knees, hugging and stroking his pet. It was at that point did Hark growl. Indas looked to the direction he was growling and a figure in a black cloak holding a scythe made of obsidian was standing. The figure removed his hood and revealed his face. Like Old Steve's except his eyes were white. Hark leaped towards the figure and the figure raised his hand instantly killing Hark. Hark then rose up as a zombie-dog growling at Indas. "H-H-HARK! N-N-O! YOU MONSTER! Y-y-you b-beast." He began to cry. The figure raised his hand which made an Obsidian portal appear. The figure then pointed at Indas who got trapped in an iron cage, just small enough for him to sit in. The figure warped through taking the dog and Indas with him. Into the Nether. A place you should never go.
As Indas awoke he found himself in a place full of dark red bricks. he rose up. He looked around, remarkably Hark was at his side. He ran towards the door and called for Hark. He looked down the sides of the halls. "L-left?" Indas squeaked. He headed into the left hall, Hark following. Indas looked as he entered the throne room. The figure was sitting on his throne of fire. "Welcome, welcome Indas. I am Herobrine. Or as Notch would have you believe the False God. What a fool. We are all gods. He just does not believe that. I wish for you to join me, Indas. I wish for you to become my greatest ally. I wish for you to become the flame of Death for you hold the power." Indas stared to Herobrine, The False God. The Church of Notch told of him. A terrible beast that wished to consume all life. Indas stared. And then ran. He was sprinting down the hall towards the right of his first cell. Towards the portal. So he could get home. He leaped...and made it! He was home he was sprinting towards the village to tell his mother and father about his encounter. About his kidnapping and Hark's.
Herobrine sat upon his Flaming Throne and summoned his army. "O, beasts. For long enough have we been trapped!" He addressed the crowd of Spiders, Zombies, Skeletons and Creepers. Blazes and Ghasts and Slimes. "Tonight we slay the stupidity of Man. And begin the age of Death, two realms we shall have. A realm of fire and a realm of peace. We shall exterminate or enslave all humans." As Herobrine spoke a single Creeper moved forwards. In front of the throne he hissed. "But we havessssss our doubtssssss...you are not never endingssssss....no you aren't....you are jusssssssssst....a man......and we....ssssssshall take you throne of flamesssssss...." Herobrine looked to the Creeper. "Those who think I am not immortal step forward." He said as he rose taking his Scythe from it's resting place in front of his throne. "And become a dead one." A chunk of beasts stepped out of the crowds and looked to Herobrine. Twenty, thirty, forty-six there were. As Herobrine stepped down the two steps towards the single creeper he grinned. "I'd tell you that you are about to meet your maker, but I AM your maker." Herobrine slashed at the creeper's head and lopped it off. Zombies rushed forwards as arrows stormed towards Herobrine. Herobrine continued to knock the arrows with his fist and slit the Zombies. He leapt forwards slicing at skeletons, taking their heads and continued into the battle. Knocking over Skeletons and leaving them shattered, throwing zombies at other zombies until there was only one beast left. A lone skeleton shot a single arrows colliding with Herobrine's hand. As Herobrine lept forwards and cut the skeleton, shattering it he let a single drop of blood hit the ground. "And that shows, that gods do not bleed! You, my allies, will help me take the realm of Notch. Now let us go Herobrine said. He pointed towards a portal, the same portal Indas had gone through. "Go through. And kill them all. The portal was enlarged from the last time someone had gone through, so Herobrine could fit the beasts through. As the beasts left Herobrine took a vial and placed the drop of blood into it. A single drop of God Blood. The rarest substance of all. Said to grant power to those who drink it. It was proof that gods, do in fact, bleed.
P.S. My posting rank is now Mark of the Beast (666)
And so it was that a quaint village was attacked. The beasts poured from the portal into the new realm. Many of them didn't survive the cold and had to flee back into the Nether. But those who survived were the Zombies, Skeletons, Spiders and Creepers. These four attacked the village. Their protector, Sil, could only do so much with his magiks. He enchanted blades for villagers as they were attacked. As the fight raged on something else came into play. The first Stronghold had been created. A Structure of Stone made by the servants of the Enderdragon. The Stronghold was activated and at that point the Ender Plague began. Thousands of Endermen were warped into the world, most of which into the battle of villagers and beasts. The Endermen attacked everything. During this battle Indas was helping defeat the zombies. But as more came he was forced to flee. As he escaped he caught a spell of Sil's onto his dagger. The dagger morphed into a beautiful, beautiful green. As he sprinted and stared at it he could only think of what was once a stone dagger was now a blade of beauty. Endermen were tearing down areas, villagers were slaughtering Zombies and slowly as the dust began to settle in the first clash, in the beginning of the War of Gods there was a magical spark. And at that point a single, beautiful gem was placed in the well. The Legendary Rubies. One two three four five. Five items of utmost power were spawned from this one battle. But nobody could take the Village. Notch's Servants, Enderbeasts or The Undead. None of them. It was Neutral. And the stage for the War of Gods had begun. There were three factions. And there was only one way they could end the war. One faction had to defeat the other two.
Chapter 5:
As Indas sprinted from the Battle of the Unnamed Village he had only two people following him. Hark and Kal. Kal was one of Indas' friends. As they stopped in the forests Kal said to Indas. "Indas. There is no way anyone could survive this. We have to get away. I'm sure there is a place in this forest we can live..." Kal looked into the forest guiltily. As they trekked through the forest Indas observed his dagger. Beautiful. Stunning. Not only had the material been changed the craftsmanship, too. As Kal stopped Indas bumped into him. Kal looked up and there was a treehouse. "Indas...this is where we will live." Indas store up. "But what about Hark?" He said motioning to the wolf at his side. "We will find a way...hopefully..."