Long ago in the days of old
Minecraftia was anew
When many heroes were bold
And evil witches would brew
And wizards would do impossible tricks
But one wizard, Henry in name
His finger he flicks
And appears a flame
But this flame was the flame of Life
Nine people were brought to the world.
Ergal, the necromancer of Strife.
Synthesis, the beauty, whose hair was curl'd.
Hular, the strong and keen.
Poitier, the brilliant.
Reton, the mean.
Trantox, the traveler, oh the places he went!
Grademor, the wonderful.
Oh he was amazing.
Flintlock, the fighter of the bull.
His win streak was blazing!
But then there was Heronine.
The defect.
He was truly an evil sign.
Statues of false gods he would erect!
Henry was scared,
feared his lifespan.
His hair was teared.
All because of one man!
Heronine was malicious,
all the way to the core.
His spawned demons, they were vicious.
And one day he let out a roar.
He had started a war with the land.
Forests were no longer made beautiful.
Black was the sand.
With all this power, Heronine should be full.
But he wanted more. His band
of demons killed all.
But one man saved the world from complete disaster.
He was neither muscular nor tall.
Taught all his tricks from his master.
This was Steve.
He sent Heronine into an unknown Nether.
Heronine, the strongest of all, and this!? He could not believe.
When one man asked him what Steve did for a job, "I just collect leather!"
Steve was heroic, and great.
Heronine was converted to Herobrine, his only sign of destruction left his redstone.
But Herobrine would come back of late.
A brilliant brain he own'd.
His torch, shining red,
was his only remembrance.
But Herobrine was not dead.
The distance between the Nether and the Overworld was immense.
But he came back stronger.
Found a portal.
He would be in Minecraftia much longer.
And he would kill that one mortal.
Who was he?
Steve.

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Much love, goodbye! :D