A small village lay sprawled around the glistening lake, its hub bustling with activity, people farming and mining. Villagers from other places had heard of this place and moved in.
Someone had given the city a name, and called it Brine, named after the horrible king of monsters that had once ruled the realm below the Overworld. The village was founded by two people, Tommy and Em, who lived in the small wooden hut that had been the beginnings of Brine.
Herobrine was now dead, and hopefully will be forever, unable to rise again, lying in the depths of the Nether. There would be now more king of monsters. For now, it was peaceful, and they would not need to worry about monsters any more.