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Herobrine's world had been invaded by a man of a very strange appearance, whose behavior was stranger still. The first day, he built a small cave of dirt and hid in it that night, while also, of course, going through the normal alien routines: punching down trees, building a workbench, building tools, gathering resources from day-walkers, et cetera. He did plant a couple of saplings in place of the ones he destroyed, though. Before long, however, he had created a rather ornate, if small, dwelling atop the nearest mountain, and had created stone stairs stretching dozens of meters on both sides. He explored a cave, found diamonds and other such valuable resources, did some more crafting, and started walking west.

The strange thing was, he never went back. He just kept going, hiding out in a little hole he dug every night, then continuing on in the same general direction the next day. Where was he going? Along the way, the man changed his appearance to an even stranger form. Once or twice he tried to explore a cave, but he was neither bold nor strong, and the night-walkers quickly chased him out. But most of the time, the man just kept going on in the same direction, on foot and by boat.

He did not seem to intend to destroy things senselessly. Every now and again, the man would collapse a patch of "floating" sand, but such structures were extremely unstable anyway. Nor did he seem to intend to kill beings needlessly; he left almost every living thing he saw be. One sheep, who had been blessed with rare pink wool, told Herobrine that the man had stopped and looked at her, seemingly in awe of her color, then left without taking her precious wool away. Herobrine decided that the man was not a threat, and hardly kept an eye on him at all. For a long time, Herobrine felt that the man was a good human, one whose disposition made him just as worthy to live in Minecraftia as Herobrine himself.

One day, the man gave bones to a pack of four wolves, and another loner when he found one. He hit a cow just to watch the wolves kill it (for that was the attack command), an action which convinced Herobrine once and for all that he was correct in assuming that the alien was male. The man did not treat the wolves well, though. He went over cliffs, ignoring the wolves who fell so far they got hurt; he only fed one of them, and that one only once, though Herobrine knew he carried plenty of food that wolves could draw sustenance from; he jumped on them, pushed them around, and just generally treated them with a cold indifference that appalled Herobrine. One day, a spider attacked him, and the five wolves fought and killed it, for that was the result of being tamed by a human for wolves: they will fight to defend their master. Shortly thereafter, the man got in a boat and took a long journey by sea, so the wolves couldn't follow him with their teleport-gate leashes that attached all wolves to their masters (unless their master told them to sit). Herobrine quickly ran to them and herded them in the opposite direction of the man, and, as Herobrine had hoped, this broke the leashes, freeing the wolves, who were very grateful.

Despite his strange and apparently sudden disregard for living things, the man stopped every now and then, all along his journey, at some natural formation or other, taking the time to appreciate the fantastic landscapes and natural structures that abounded in the world, and Herobrine was greatly pleased by this. Clearly, the man had an appreciation for nature, not just a dislike of destruction, and this was very rare. On the other hand, he could not forget the man's mistreatment of the wolves he had met, though it was granted that the man didn't try to tame any more. For a while longer, Herobrine watched from a distance, somewhat uncertain what to make of the human.

Some time later, the man ran into a single wolf and gave him bones, taming him. Herobrine watched very intensely for a while, but this time seemed to be different. The man didn't seem to be as indifferent to the one wolf as he had been to the five. He seemed aware of wolves' tendencies to fall to their deaths, and always made his wolf sit when he came across a pit, and he seemed to try to keep the wolf out of harm's way, though he never fed him.

Then, one day, the man reached a fantastic valley with steep mountain cliffs surrounding it, full of trees, flowers, mushrooms, waterfalls, and even a lava-fall. Herobrine watched as the man stopped walking, looking around in apparent awe of the natural wonder he had stumbled upon. The man slowly crossed the valley, making a pile of earth under himself to lift himself up and out of the valley on the other side, thus pulling his one wolf with him via the teleport-gate leash. He dug yet another hole to spend the night in, told the wolf to sit, and went to sleep. The cliffs, however, had been very sheer, and as wolves aren't exactly the most sensible of beings when it comes to safely transversing dangerous terrain, the wolf had fallen and hurt himself several times.

This is your chance, strange human, to redeem yourself, Herobrine thought as he watched the man sleep. Your companion is hurt. Do you care?