HeroSteve

Chapter 1

He followed the path that he had made for himself, having lit the way with torches, the walls, floors, and ceilings bare of any minerals. He finally approached the spot where he had left off yesterday, getting to work with mining, placing torches as he went, being sure to have brought plenty. This was his favorite thing to do since he had just woken up in this place with no memories of anything except nothingness before that. He had grown to love the darkness but be wary of the mobs, and he got by, not without the occasional scrape or cut, or run in with a mob, but he did his best.

He mined and mined, taking a brief break to eat before mining some more, drinking from small waterfalls in the rock when he got thirsty. Eventually he ran out of torches, and he was getting tired, so he decided to call it a day, humming softly as he walked, happy to see that he had made it just before the sunset, and he would get to watch it go down as he got home. He yawned and stretched, pausing as his step faltered, and he heard a step behind him, almost as if they had been echoing his own...

He continued, hoping that they wouldn't notice that he noticed, wanting to honestly see if someone was following him. Currently he was on a section of the path that ran through a forest, dense groupings of birch and oak surrounded the path on both sides, perfect for hiding in, but just spread enough you could see between them, as far as he could without it getting misty. He faltered his step purposely to see if it happened again, and it did. Someone was definitely following him.

He continued again, like nothing had happened, whipping around suddenly, but nobody was there.... In fact nothing was there at all, just the empty path he had been coming from. He turned back around, and nothing was in front of him either, making him sigh and grumble. He must've just been imagining things after all. He glanced around through the trees, pausing briefly as his eyes caught something. Two softly glowing white lights far off, almost at the edge of the fog.

They got closer, and the silhouette of a person could be seen... So those were....

"Eyes..?"

He mumbled, growing concerned. He hadn't ever read anything about people with glowing white eyes except for.... But no that was just a kid's bedtime story meant to spook them into being good and going to bed on time... wasn't it? He had frozen in place, shocked to say the least, but snapped out of his stupor when he realized that this person or whatever it was, was coming right towards him. As they came closer, he realized they wore the same clothing as him, and it was definitely a man considering his build.

Teal mining shirt.

Indigo pants.

Grey shoes.

Oh no...

It was him

He turned and broke into a sprint down the path, not wanting to stick around to find out if any of those stories had been true. Honestly he was terrified. He ran all the way home, his breathing heavy as he leaned against the door to his home, trying desperately to catch his breath. Was that guy really... Herobrine? He certainly hoped not, especially not with the stories that floated around about him, his entire existence shrouded in darkness and mystery.

He slid down the door, groaning in annoyance, sliding his bag off and pulling his knees closer to his chest, his face in his hands

"For the love of Notch why..."

He grumbled, carefully getting up and peeking out of the window, relieved when he saw that he hadn't been followed back here, being sure to check the tree line as well, not wanting to miss him on accident and let his guard down when there was danger. He was relieved to see that he was, in fact, not hiding amongst the trees. He gave a little relieved sigh as he grabbed his bag, moving it to his materials room before running upstairs to bathe and get ready for bed. It had been a long day and he figured he deserved the rest, especially after the day he had and... Ugh... He didn't even want to think about what had happened with...

No, no he wasn't even going to mention it in his head. He grumbled as he stripped himself, looking in his mirror and glancing at the scars on his body from mobs and other things over the time he had been here. It was odd just to think about all he had been through. He had stopped after his shirt, grumbling as he grabbed a towel and fresh clothes, having to walk to the stream near his house. He went quietly, the sun still up, just barely over the horizon.

He stripped, humming softly as he waded in, cleaning himself head to toe, and getting out, drying and dressing himself before returning home. He had glanced around a few times, but he felt a lot better now. Maybe he had just been imagining things since he was so tired. Yeah that must've been it, that and the whole scare that morning. He entered his house, locking his door before turning and going up the stairs, getting himself into sleeping clothes before getting into bed, yawning softly as he curled up in his bed.

The torchlight of the room was soft and warm, and it further helped lull him to sleep, his breathing soft and even as he finally fell into a deep and restful sleep.

Yes Steven...

Sleep...

You'll need it...