The next morning, I wake up, to find Spike licking my face, and the sun high up in the sky already. Twilight's left a note on my door, saying, CraftyEndergirl, I left already. There's breakfast on the table... or lunch, whatever. So I swing my legs out of bed and walk down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there are eggs there, and of course, chicken. I sigh. Why always chicken? But I suppose it is lunch already. So I eat quickly. Then I walk out the door, supplies already on my back. I run into the forest, to the large oak tree.

I'd discovered this oak tree when I was 5, first allowed to explore beyond the reaches of my village. I touch the age-old bark, that crumbles beneath my touch. I know that the oak tree is hollow on the inside, so I take great care to, when climbing it, avoid the middle. So even if I fall, I will have space to turn and land to minimize the damage. I grip the first frail branch, which creaks underneath my weight. I launch myself up the branch, almost cracking it. Then I reach for the second, and then the third branch.

When I am three quarters up the tree, I sigh, and lie down on the branch, looking at the view. This oak tree is about the tallest tree in this forest, and from the top, I can see my house, Spike is scratching his ear... or um... frill... I roll my eyes and begin fly back down. I'm running low on food, particularly chicken, so then I wander out of the forest and into a plain, trying to find chickens. I shoot 5 chickens before the sun is halfway across the sky. I begin to walk to a mine, preferably the one I found a few days ago. I sense something following me, so I turn, and shoot an arrow into the trees. A *thunk* and a screech tells me I found my mark. I walk to the arrow. Damn. Broken. I think. The thing I shot turns out to be a dead skeleton, with a piece of parchment in its scaly hand. I grimace and pry open the skeleton's hand, snatching the dry, crumbling paper. Nether parchment. The paper is made from dried netherack and other ingredients. It is very rare. Definitely from someone who's been to the Nether and is experienced.

HELLO. IT'S ME AGAIN. REMINDERS. 1: TWO NIGHTS. 2: THE OAK TREE. DON'T BRING ANYTHING WITH YOU, OR YOU DIE.

~H

Another note from H. Could it really be Herobrine? The legendary glitch and god of Minecraftia was rarely seen, but when he was seen, death and destruction followed him. Always, players or spawns would be found with diamond swords sticking out of their chests, blood spewing on the floor, messages written with blood, both by the god and by the victim. I'd seen messages that said, Please... he's killed my family... and also, by the god, You will never win. I will triumph every time. This didn't seem like something Herobrine would say. I curse myself, Don't say the name. Every time someone said the name, they would end up dead. But eventually I shake it off and keep hunting.

When I return, I have a good haul. 36 steak, and 14 porkchops. I thought I'd get more porkchops, but surprise, Minecraftia is random. Just like the pseudo-randomly generated terrain.

That night, I'm beginning to wonder. If H really is Herobrine, then I will completely have to move, and get a different name and- I trail off as sleep grabs hold of me and drugs me, lulling me to sleep.

The next day passes even faster than the former. Just a few hours of mining, and night is falling. I go home, and unpack, taking with me only a small diamond dagger, just in case something happens. The oak tree is just a few minutes away. I shove the dagger into my belt, and run.

Sprinting to the tree takes about 3 minutes, while running takes 5. I sprint. If H is Herobrine, then it will do me no good to be late.

When I arrive, there is no one there. I sort of sigh, wondering if Jenna has pulled a prank on me. That girl can write like anyone... although she's never seen his writing. Just as I am about to turn around and leave, I decide to take one last look around the tree. As I am approaching the back of the tree, I slam into a pair of arms, and then a chest. I stop cold. The stranger is about 6.5 feet, about half a foot taller than me. I look up, not daring to take my eyes off the dagger on my belt, but finally looking straight.

I am faced with two glowing eyes.

I take a sharp breath, showing no signs of fear, and instead, press my back against the tree, slowly manuvering my hand towards my belt. I whip the dagger out, slash it, and grimace in satisfaction as I hear a pained gasp, the hands going off my back. I turn quickly, and run. I hear a faint bzztt, and once again run into his chest.

"Hello, CraftyEndergirl"

"Hello, glitch." I snarl. "How do you know my name?" I continue to stare at him, unwilling to show any sign of weakness, lest he take the hint, that I am afraid, and then proceed to kill me. I draw the dagger, slicing my hoof open. Shit. Didn't want to do that- I think.

I hear Herobrine laughing, and I snarl again, I don't want to give him any satisfaction that I like him, or will ever like him. But I flinch, not being able to help myself. His laugh is like a bass tone, deep. So is his sexy voice.

Damn it... don't think... I have heard stories that the white-eyed demon can read minds, and I don't want to bring across the wrong impression. The chuckle I hear is proof enough that the suspicions are correct.

"Really?" I breathe in sharply, causing Herobrine to look at me in concern. His eyes are dimmed, dim enough that I can see the pale blue irises and pupils.

"I didn't think you had eyes." I spit, hoping to prod a reaction. He doesn't reply. I smile and slightly turn. He takes me by the shoulders, sighing as he does so, and turns me around to face him. The pale glowing blue eyes stare at me.

"I'm sorry. I have to do this." His voice is shaking. He leans down, cups my face, and kisses me. I try to break free, but his hands are like iron. So instead, I reach for the dagger, which is still on the floor, and frantically feel for his chest. When I feel where his lung would be, I stab the dagger in, and blood bursts into my mouth. I break off the kiss, spitting blood. Then I twist the dagger, which is still stuck in his chest, which is heaving, while blood pours out. I wrench it out, flesh giving way. I watch in grim satisfaction as he doubles over and looks at me, his eyes glowing bright.

"I hate you." I say. Then I shove the dagger into my bag, coating my hands in blood, then turn, and sprint away from the demon, tears leaking out of my eyes as I do so. I don't care where I'm running, just towards the general direction of my house. I hear a cry, and a yell, and think Ah. I'm home. Then I slump onto the ground, fainting. The last thing I hear is Twilight muttering,

"What have you done now?"

Author's Note

OK: CraftyEndergirl is my MC username, but feel free to change it to your own MC username or your actual name. Also, I think I spelled Pesudo-randomly generated right??? And also, i don't know wether Spike's green thing is an ear or a frill. Please comment if you know. I also didn't think Herobrine had eyes, but then I went like: How does he see?