Herobrine's Servant (BOOK 1)

Treading on Thin Thread

Two weeks ago before the announcement of the feast, it was another tormented day as I laid on the floor, staring at the chamber's glowstone on the ceiling. Every inch of my body was screaming with pain. I just got whipped by the Red Maiden on the shoulder for failing how to properly pour down a bottle of wine unto a cup. Even though Lily helped me bandaged it, the pain still stings. 

I can hear Lily's cries at the other room and Coraline's voice soothing her. Among the four of us, Lily received the most punishment with me being the next in line. 

Before the Red Maiden left for the day, Lily got pulled by the hair by her and were beaten four times this day. Either she got whip, or she got slapped nor kicked and those kicks and slaps are none less painful than being lashed. 

These few couple of days, she had gotten stricter, and her method of punishment keeps getting more and more painful.

I sighed as I continue to stare at the ceiling. Longing and wishing that maybe it is better off that I had died and never had to be reborn in this body. The owner of this body must be really lucky. She didn't get to experience all the horror I went through under the Red Maiden's training. I just wished that whoever shot the arrow did a pretty bad way of killing me because I'm still here breathing and... suffering. 

As I close my eyes, my previous life flashes before me. I was just an ordinary girl living a simple life at the only village located at the World's End. The World's End is the far edge of the Overworld where pieces of land floated up high on the sky and some are stack unto one another forming a wall. 

We were cut off from the rest of the world because none had ever succeeded in reaching us except for a few individuals who actually managed to reach our village and some had decided to live the rest of their lives in the village. Rumors of war and conflict that raged on at the center of the world had never reached us and none of us had even seen nor experience the spoils of war. We are our own people. Our village is not that big and the population only account to hundreds but everyone in the village almost knew everybody and for years none of us had any trouble so we live in peace.

The only trouble that we have to deal with is when the sun rose down, and the night overshadowed the lands. That's when the undead rose to raze the fertile lands. And it was during one of those nights when me and my friend stayed out too late and the night had caught up to us. We tried to reach the village in time however, something went through me.

The next thing I knew, I was swimming in my own blood as my dearest friend held me close to his chest, crying and begging me to don't go. I heard approaching footsteps and a cry from one of the men to push back the incoming undead. 

When I woke up, I found myself here. In a new body and a new identity. 

I knew the existence of the Nether realm and the End realm, but we never actually opened a portal to the Nether because it was forbidden by the elders because it was written on one of the ancient books that the realm is home to legions of evil mobs that desire to conquer the Overworld.

"May I join you?" 

My eyes fluttered open and came face to face with Eve looking down at me, smiling. I frowned at her. That's odd. She usually doesn't do this kind of thing. 

"Uhm, sure." I smile, tapping the floor, uncertain if this is actually Eve that I'm talking too. 

"Thanks."

She laid beside me as she and I continue to stare at the ceiling.   

"Eve?" 

"Uhm?" Turning at me.

"Do you think it is better if we die?" I suddenly asked.

My question must have put a weight in her mind because she turned away from me. For the next few seconds, we just lay there staring at the glowstone crafted on the ceiling. The only source of light that illuminated the chamber.