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Chapters 1 & 2
HERO
The girl sits examining her ankle braces like usual. Though she never makes any progress, she continues to sit and test the limits of the metal cuffs. A shrill cry echoes in from the wide doorway. Outside, the girl can see the vast cavern-like world of the Nether. To her, it’s interesting. To a lot of the other prisoners, it’s horrific. The shrill cries come from the ghasts whose eerily painful sobs are the only music that the girl receives in the hellish lands of the Nether.
Suddenly a harsh burst of pain erupts in her side, almost like an alarm clock to wake her up, though she isn’t asleep. “Get up. Lord Herobrine wishes to see you.” The girl looks up at the person whom has kicked her. It’s Thrash. His skin, frailly covering his bare bones is red and infectious. His stare is anything but reliant and his eyes dart from side to side faster than the speed of an arrow. Banded across his waist is a belt that holds his sword. It’s a dark stone forged sword and has no shine. Though it is expected. Glimmering objects hold some kind of light reflection that bothers creatures of the Nether.
The girl is forced up into a standing position and her cuffs are removed from her ankles. She is pushed out into the vast cavern she once only got a small glimpse of before. Below the ground level where they walk on, is a stretching span of magma consuming the level below them. The girl looks uneasily at the lava and moves on, feeling particularly frightened by heights and especially gigantic lakes of molten, liquid fire.
“Ah. Looking fresh, this morning, Alex.” A husky, breathless voice announces the girl’s presence for her as she approaches the him whom she was brought to see.
“Oh. Is it morning? I can’t usually tell what time it is in hell.” She scoffs.
“Talking like a spoiled child will not grant you freedom, Alex.” Herobrine says as he stands from his sitting position nestled in his nether-brick built throne. He strolls over to Alex and stands close to her. “In fact, it just pisses me off.”
“Oh, Hero, you’re so scary.” Alex replies, sarcastically.
“I don’t go by Hero anymore.” The tall man replies, staring down Alex, like a predator does before it attacks its prey.
“LORD HEROBRINE YOU’RE SO SCARY; PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” Alex suddenly cries out, in a shrill mocking tone.
A wave of pain hits the side of her face. Herobrine removes his side turned palm away from her face and places it back at his side. “Shut up, or I’ll throw you in with the spiders.” He threatens. Alex, reluctantly, ceases her shenanigans, and waits for further word from her captor. “Now, here’s what I’m going to have you do instead of rot away in a cell.” Alex, slightly already tuned out, tends to the hardened blisters on her palms. “You’re going to find someone for me.” Herobrine continues, not exactly noticing the lack of interest his listener has. “And bring them to me.” Alex perks up to speak.
“And why would I do that for you?” She says, her attention still fully invested on her hands.
“Because if you don’t,” Alex looks up to see a portal. A nether portal. Behind the swirling, almost opaque layer of a purple wall is a distant vision of where Alex came from. A world of humans, alike her, unaware of the world beyond their reach. One without creatures of all kinds and dangers of all varieties. The Farlands, as they call it here. Home, as Alex calls it. “If you don’t, I’ll turn those shimmering ‘New York’ streets to piles of ash.” Alex clenches her teeth. The normal world must not know about this place, let alone be destroyed by it.
“Who do you want me to bring to you?” Alex will not let anything happen to her home.
“His name’s…Steve.”
Author's Note:
Ok so this chapter is pretty short, but It was basically just an introduction of Alex and Herobrine. Hope you guys enjoyed anyways. As always, if you enjoyed the story, let me know! I'm thinking of narrating it next time. Tell me what you think!
HERO
The girl sits examining her ankle braces like usual. Though she never makes any progress, she continues to sit and test the limits of the metal cuffs. A shrill cry echoes in from the wide doorway. Outside, the girl can see the vast cavern-like world of the Nether. To her, it’s interesting. To a lot of the other prisoners, it’s horrific. The shrill cries come from the ghasts whose eerily painful sobs are the only music that the girl receives in the hellish lands of the Nether.
Suddenly a harsh burst of pain erupts in her side, almost like an alarm clock to wake her up, though she isn’t asleep. “Get up. Lord Herobrine wishes to see you.” The girl looks up at the person whom has kicked her. It’s Thrash. His skin, frailly covering his bare bones is red and infectious. His stare is anything but reliant and his eyes dart from side to side faster than the speed of an arrow. Banded across his waist is a belt that holds his sword. It’s a dark stone forged sword and has no shine. Though it is expected. Glimmering objects hold some kind of light reflection that bothers creatures of the Nether.
The girl is forced up into a standing position and her cuffs are removed from her ankles. She is pushed out into the vast cavern she once only got a small glimpse of before. Below the ground level where they walk on, is a stretching span of magma consuming the level below them. The girl looks uneasily at the lava and moves on, feeling particularly frightened by heights and especially gigantic lakes of molten, liquid fire.
“Ah. Looking fresh, this morning, Alex.” A husky, breathless voice announces the girl’s presence for her as she approaches the him whom she was brought to see.
“Oh. Is it morning? I can’t usually tell what time it is in hell.” She scoffs.
“Talking like a spoiled child will not grant you freedom, Alex.” Herobrine says as he stands from his sitting position nestled in his nether-brick built throne. He strolls over to Alex and stands close to her. “In fact, it just pisses me off.”
“Oh, Hero, you’re so scary.” Alex replies, sarcastically.
“I don’t go by Hero anymore.” The tall man replies, staring down Alex, like a predator does before it attacks its prey.
“LORD HEROBRINE YOU’RE SO SCARY; PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” Alex suddenly cries out, in a shrill mocking tone.
A wave of pain hits the side of her face. Herobrine removes his side turned palm away from her face and places it back at his side. “Shut up, or I’ll throw you in with the spiders.” He threatens. Alex, reluctantly, ceases her shenanigans, and waits for further word from her captor. “Now, here’s what I’m going to have you do instead of rot away in a cell.” Alex, slightly already tuned out, tends to the hardened blisters on her palms. “You’re going to find someone for me.” Herobrine continues, not exactly noticing the lack of interest his listener has. “And bring them to me.” Alex perks up to speak.
“And why would I do that for you?” She says, her attention still fully invested on her hands.
“Because if you don’t,” Alex looks up to see a portal. A nether portal. Behind the swirling, almost opaque layer of a purple wall is a distant vision of where Alex came from. A world of humans, alike her, unaware of the world beyond their reach. One without creatures of all kinds and dangers of all varieties. The Farlands, as they call it here. Home, as Alex calls it. “If you don’t, I’ll turn those shimmering ‘New York’ streets to piles of ash.” Alex clenches her teeth. The normal world must not know about this place, let alone be destroyed by it.
“Who do you want me to bring to you?” Alex will not let anything happen to her home.
“His name’s…Steve.”
Author's Note:
Ok so this chapter is pretty short, but It was basically just an introduction of Alex and Herobrine. Hope you guys enjoyed anyways. As always, if you enjoyed the story, let me know! I'm thinking of narrating it next time. Tell me what you think!
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