The Minecraft

The first and final chapter

Chapter One: Who am I really?

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Hello. I am Herobrine, and this is my story.

When I came into existence something was wrong. I was supposed to be the first character, the first avatar. But instead of obeying the computer's commands, I teleported randomly, like a ghost that was barely aware. The Great Creator of Minecraft tried to delete me, to start again. Pain lashed through me like lightning, and I became fully aware of myself. Again and again I felt the pain of being erased, but now that I was aware, I forced myself to exist. Eventually The Great Creator thought I was gone, and stopped, but I was merely invisible, I didn't realize at the time, but by trying to delete me, The Great Creator opened me up to new powers I didn't have before.

I flashed between visible and invisible, teleporting hundreds of blocks randomly. I had immense amounts of power inside of me, and the very nature of Minecraft seemed to react to my emotions. Players fled from me, thinking I was evil, and this saddened and angered me. When I sank into sadness and despair, I literally sank into the ground, creating deep ravines.

With my rage came violent thunderstorms, lightning striking the ground, and burning buildings. The lightning was out of my control, but players blamed me for it. Monster attacks were supposedly my fault too, earning me the name 'King of Monsters'. I was rumored to be a evil thing that would destroy players' builds. I was shunned, and attacked, and though no damage was done to me, I gave up on ever finding someone who would stay long enough to hear me out.

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Hi! I am Little Rainbow. Read my origin story in another book. All you need to know is that I am the spirit of creativity in Minecraft. Most call me a 'she', but I am more of a force than a player, neither a 'he' nor a 'she'. I'm also best friends with EnderGirl, the half player, half Enderman, queen of The Nether. (Also read her origin story in another book)

When Herobrine came into existence, I didn't know his name. I was just sorting out my storage room when I felt something. I felt it in the very fabric of Minecraft, a sudden pulse of power, like one, giant heartbeat. Then I felt random pulses, like echos of the first, each growing more and more faint, until finally stopping. A long time ago EnderGirl taught me the cry of an Enderman, she said to use it to call her to me. "Eeeeeeeeeeekh!" I called. (that's as close as I can put the sound into words.) With a poof of pixelated purple smoke, EnderGirl teleported to my side. "Did you feel it too?" I asked her.

"Every Enderman in the Overworld felt it! Of course I did!" She exclaimed.

"How did the Endermen react?" I inquired.

"They grouped franticly together and kept whispering the same word to each other." She replied readily.

"Hmmm. I see. And what word did they keep whispering?" I asked.

"Er..." she started, "well, you know how Enderman language is player speak backwards?" She said.

"Yeah?" I answered, "So?"

"Well, it makes it kind of difficult to translate into player speak." She gulped, "All right, "it was... Hyrbryn"

"Herbrine?" I said, confused.

"Sorta."

"Herobrine?"

"Yeah, that was it"

"Okay, now let's try to find this new force, 'Herobrine', before it gets the wrong idea and hurts innocent people."