A Legend on Four Legs
by darkmoon636
First published
He took a step forward. The iron-clad figure copied his movement. Though he himself wore no armor, he knew he was the more deadly opponent. Summoning power from within, he called upon his servants. Black mist curled, revealing red eyes in the shadows; groans echoed through the clearing. A sad smile split his cold, hard face. Poor young fool, he thought. You should have never challenged Herobrine!
This was a normal routine for the legend of Minecraft, Herobrine. Often players from distant regions would search for years before finding his hidden realm to challenge him. None survived. He would summon his minions upon the weak, and only the strongest were given the honor of being slayed by Herobrine himself. This battle had been the typical one. No one lasted very long in the arena. Herobrine began walking through the tunnels of his kingdom. He passed by the Shad-… You know, I could go on and on about what he passed through the halls, but you don’t want to hear that, hmm? Now, back to the story: He came to the Great Room, where his chambers were housed. When Herobrine wasn’t out destroying villages, creating chaos (contrary to popular belief, these things weren’t done very often), or watching “The Love Boat” in the lobby, he spent most of his time here. He ran his gaze over the titles in his bookshelf. “Binding the dead,” “Summons for the Magically Gifted…” Oh! This one looked interesting! “Exploring other realities.” Surely they meant other servers? Either way, if it wasn’t a fraud, this would be a good way to pass the time. He flipped to the first chapter “Dark magic is essential to all dimension spells,” Herobrine read aloud. While he didn’t have a problem with that, he continued, “The spirit is the only thing that is able to travel the threads of the space-time continuum. But spirit travel is unpredictable and dangerous, although things with little intelligence or free will (aka spirit) often have no problem with this. For intelligent being, the worst side effect is possible, permanent insanity. However, your spirit is permanently affixed to your living body; to cope with this minor difficulty, this book lists two categories of spells, written by highly skilled witches. The first will kill your body to release your spirit instantly, the second modifies the bonds between the mind and spirit, so that, when your body is demised by natural means, your body will travel to its intended destination. In both cases, you will take the form of the sentient species.”
Here Herobrine eagerly flipped to the spell list. Looking at the names of the worlds, he found one titled Equestria. He wouldn’t kill himself, but if he ever died he would continue on. It was a good insurance policy. Summoning dark mist from his fingers, he performed the incantation. And nothing happened. Herobrine had expected some flash or sparkles or something. Oh Well, the book was probably a fraud anyway. A flashing red-stone lamp interrupted his thoughts indicating that another challenger was in the arena. A simple teleportation spell brought him face to face with this new challenger. He was clad in diamond armor from head to toe. In his hand he grasped an iron sword glittering with enchantment. His eyes held a cold light Herobrine often saw in the mirror, but in another face it was unnerving. He called off the approaching zombie hoard with a hand gesture. He had decided this battle was worthy enough of hand to hand combat. The stranger and Herobrine began circling each other. Each studying the other for weaknesses. Magic crackling at his fingertips, Herobrine prepared to blast lightening into his opponent and froze. He peered down at the blade sticking out of his chest. Herobrine had been killed by someone else behind this diamond enemy.
Herobrine gasped, sucking air into his new lungs. Where was he? The soft lines and lack of cubes, clearly indicated, this was NOT Minecraft. But where was he? Could he be in equestrian? It must be! The spell actually worked! Standing up, Herobrine paused to look down. He was on four legs, his fingers fused into hooves. How was he to perform magic without fingers? In frustration he flapped his . . . wings? He had wings! And a horn? Herobrine wasn’t sure what he was, but igniting his horn, he knew he could still perform magic. On his flank was the image of two crossed iron swords. Hmmm… how… interesting. He would have to become more familiar with this world before attempting to return to his own. Herobrine trotted briskly through the woods he had spawned in. The pitch black of the woods had no effect on him, for night and dark were his realms. His faintly glowing eyes illuminated the path before him ever so slightly, allowing him to avoid the stones and tree roots in his way. In front of him, the trees eventually parted way to a clearing. A small cottage like that of a tree stood at the peak of the hill. He knocked. And waited… and waited. Finally, a sleepy-looking pony opened the door. “Umm… Hello? Who are you?” “Herobrine.” “Well… Herobrine… I’m Fluttershy. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” Herobrine was going to return his usual response, “Night is my realm,” but stopped. This might not be a normal thing to say. “I was… out collecting wood. For a new house.” Fluttershy narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Ooookaay… Well if it’s not… built yet… you could sleep here… if you want.” “Thank you. I accept your invitation.” She pushed open the door a little wider to let him in. There were quite a few animals skittering here and there in the shadows, always watching, but staying back as if afraid to come into such a presence. Herobrine looked around for a mere second, then turned to see Fluttershy staring at him. “Are… are you an Alicorn?” He extended his wings. “Well, if that’s what this species is called, then yes.” Herobrine noticed that Fluttershy looked nervous. What did he say? Were Alicorns uncommon? She shuffled here feet in discomfort, acting like she didn’t know what to say. Herobrine coughed to break the silence. “I extend my deepest gratitude in allowing me to sleep in your home. I can stay here on the couch, if that is convenient.” Fluttershy nodded in relief: she then galloped up the stairs, grateful not to be forced to carry on the conversation. Her thoughts were whirling through her head, caught in a vortex of confusion. What was an Alicorn doing here? The only Alicorns she had ever seen were Princess Celestia and Luna, so who was this Herobrine? And why did she invite him to sleep in her house? Fluttershy sighed. She would get up early tomorrow and ask Twilight about it.
Fluttershy woke up to a pleasant, spicy smell. Mmmm… Who was making breakfast? Drawn to the aroma, she floated downstairs to see Herobrine cooking oatmeal. Well that was nice of him. “Thank you for making breakfast.” He jumped and spun around. “Oh… yeah. No problem.” He brought over steaming bowls and set them on the table. “I’m not quite sure how it will taste. I’ve never made oatmeal before. So if it’s terrible, just tell me. I won’t be offended.” Fluttershy took a nervous nibble. It was the perfect temperature with strong flavors of cinnamon and a hint of chocolate. “This is great!” She mumbled over a huge mouthful. Herobrine chuckled nervously. “Glad you like it.” When they were both done, Fluttershy pushed back her chair to stand up. “I’m going into town for a few minutes, so…” Herobrine gazed back innocently, unable to take a hint. “Would you permit me to accompany you? I have not yet seen your village.” Desperately, Fluttershy raced for an excuse to say no and not seem rude. “Actually… could you stay here with the animals? They need breakfast too! Their favorite foods are on a list in the cabinet!” Herobrine, luckily, did not seem hurt or suspicious. “Of course. When will you be back?” Over her shoulder, Fluttershy yelled “Lunchtime!” and continued galloping towards Ponyville.
This was a normal routine for the legend of Minecraft, Herobrine. Often players from distant regions would search for years before finding his hidden realm to challenge him. None survived. He would summon his minions upon the weak, and only the strongest were given the honor of being slayed by Herobrine himself. This battle had been the typical one. No one lasted very long in the arena. Herobrine began walking through the tunnels of his kingdom. He passed by the Shad-… You know, I could go on and on about what he passed through the halls, but you don’t want to hear that, hmm? Now, back to the story: He came to the Great Room, where his chambers were housed. When Herobrine wasn’t out destroying villages, creating chaos (contrary to popular belief, these things weren’t done very often), or watching “The Love Boat” in the lobby, he spent most of his time here. He ran his gaze over the titles in his bookshelf. “Binding the dead,” “Summons for the Magically Gifted…” Oh! This one looked interesting! “Exploring other realities.” Surely they meant other servers? Either way, if it wasn’t a fraud, this would be a good way to pass the time. He flipped to the first chapter “Dark magic is essential to all dimension spells,” Herobrine read aloud. While he didn’t have a problem with that, he continued, “The spirit is the only thing that is able to travel the threads of the space-time continuum. But spirit travel is unpredictable and dangerous, although things with little intelligence or free will (aka spirit) often have no problem with this. For intelligent being, the worst side effect is possible, permanent insanity. However, your spirit is permanently affixed to your living body; to cope with this minor difficulty, this book lists two categories of spells, written by highly skilled witches. The first will kill your body to release your spirit instantly, the second modifies the bonds between the mind and spirit, so that, when your body is demised by natural means, your body will travel to its intended destination. In both cases, you will take the form of the sentient species.”
Here Herobrine eagerly flipped to the spell list. Looking at the names of the worlds, he found one titled Equestria. He wouldn’t kill himself, but if he ever died he would continue on. It was a good insurance policy. Summoning dark mist from his fingers, he performed the incantation. And nothing happened. Herobrine had expected some flash or sparkles or something. Oh Well, the book was probably a fraud anyway. A flashing red-stone lamp interrupted his thoughts indicating that another challenger was in the arena. A simple teleportation spell brought him face to face with this new challenger. He was clad in diamond armor from head to toe. In his hand he grasped an iron sword glittering with enchantment. His eyes held a cold light Herobrine often saw in the mirror, but in another face it was unnerving. He called off the approaching zombie hoard with a hand gesture. He had decided this battle was worthy enough of hand to hand combat. The stranger and Herobrine began circling each other. Each studying the other for weaknesses. Magic crackling at his fingertips, Herobrine prepared to blast lightening into his opponent and froze. He peered down at the blade sticking out of his chest. Herobrine had been killed by someone else behind this diamond enemy.
Herobrine gasped, sucking air into his new lungs. Where was he? The soft lines and lack of cubes, clearly indicated, this was NOT Minecraft. But where was he? Could he be in equestrian? It must be! The spell actually worked! Standing up, Herobrine paused to look down. He was on four legs, his fingers fused into hooves. How was he to perform magic without fingers? In frustration he flapped his . . . wings? He had wings! And a horn? Herobrine wasn’t sure what he was, but igniting his horn, he knew he could still perform magic. On his flank was the image of two crossed iron swords. Hmmm… how… interesting. He would have to become more familiar with this world before attempting to return to his own. Herobrine trotted briskly through the woods he had spawned in. The pitch black of the woods had no effect on him, for night and dark were his realms. His faintly glowing eyes illuminated the path before him ever so slightly, allowing him to avoid the stones and tree roots in his way. In front of him, the trees eventually parted way to a clearing. A small cottage like that of a tree stood at the peak of the hill. He knocked. And waited… and waited. Finally, a sleepy-looking pony opened the door. “Umm… Hello? Who are you?” “Herobrine.” “Well… Herobrine… I’m Fluttershy. What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” Herobrine was going to return his usual response, “Night is my realm,” but stopped. This might not be a normal thing to say. “I was… out collecting wood. For a new house.” Fluttershy narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Ooookaay… Well if it’s not… built yet… you could sleep here… if you want.” “Thank you. I accept your invitation.” She pushed open the door a little wider to let him in. There were quite a few animals skittering here and there in the shadows, always watching, but staying back as if afraid to come into such a presence. Herobrine looked around for a mere second, then turned to see Fluttershy staring at him. “Are… are you an Alicorn?” He extended his wings. “Well, if that’s what this species is called, then yes.” Herobrine noticed that Fluttershy looked nervous. What did he say? Were Alicorns uncommon? She shuffled here feet in discomfort, acting like she didn’t know what to say. Herobrine coughed to break the silence. “I extend my deepest gratitude in allowing me to sleep in your home. I can stay here on the couch, if that is convenient.” Fluttershy nodded in relief: she then galloped up the stairs, grateful not to be forced to carry on the conversation. Her thoughts were whirling through her head, caught in a vortex of confusion. What was an Alicorn doing here? The only Alicorns she had ever seen were Princess Celestia and Luna, so who was this Herobrine? And why did she invite him to sleep in her house? Fluttershy sighed. She would get up early tomorrow and ask Twilight about it.
Fluttershy woke up to a pleasant, spicy smell. Mmmm… Who was making breakfast? Drawn to the aroma, she floated downstairs to see Herobrine cooking oatmeal. Well that was nice of him. “Thank you for making breakfast.” He jumped and spun around. “Oh… yeah. No problem.” He brought over steaming bowls and set them on the table. “I’m not quite sure how it will taste. I’ve never made oatmeal before. So if it’s terrible, just tell me. I won’t be offended.” Fluttershy took a nervous nibble. It was the perfect temperature with strong flavors of cinnamon and a hint of chocolate. “This is great!” She mumbled over a huge mouthful. Herobrine chuckled nervously. “Glad you like it.” When they were both done, Fluttershy pushed back her chair to stand up. “I’m going into town for a few minutes, so…” Herobrine gazed back innocently, unable to take a hint. “Would you permit me to accompany you? I have not yet seen your village.” Desperately, Fluttershy raced for an excuse to say no and not seem rude. “Actually… could you stay here with the animals? They need breakfast too! Their favorite foods are on a list in the cabinet!” Herobrine, luckily, did not seem hurt or suspicious. “Of course. When will you be back?” Over her shoulder, Fluttershy yelled “Lunchtime!” and continued galloping towards Ponyville.