Notch's Tale:
I can't remember anything for sure, for the creation of the world was a long while back. But I will tell you this tale. A tale of anger and rage, a tale of weakness and saddness, a tale to be told to all...yet only you can hear it. Releasing this may anger...Forget it. That, not even you may hear. Don't let no other ears hear this. It would corrupt this world. It would kill and pain, it would infuriate and anger, in short, it would end us. That is why you must be the only person who hears these words. If one more being heard this, we would be dead. But you, you are an ember in the ashes. That is why you must hear this tale. You can use it to defeat the evil. Yet first, you have to learn much else.
The early day were rough. My mind barely complete, my souls fought. Your souls fought. We both fought against ourselves to improve life. Yet, your goal in life is still not filled. Your mind is still not ready to become your true form. This ground below us, and the sky above us, were once just a mere seed. I planted it into the void, and immediantly regreted it. It grew and grew and grew, spining and winding. Each leaf slowly changed color. I was petrafied. I didn't even know of air. I sat down, forever suffocating and with a plant growing out of control. I sat there for about forever. I soon just prayed for this to be over. Yet it never happened. I then prayed again and said:
"You must have made some kind of mistake, I asked for death but instead I'm awake."
In return, a voice replied. A voice of void and death. I decided to call him by something. I dreamed about how he must have looked, and I then named him NightBringer. I can't remember exactly what he said, but I can remember the subjects flying through my head.
Death and air
Life and water
A son being sold into the army.
Things to terrible to mention
Things best forgot
I looked up to see the plant, the very thing that caused me to suffer. Each leaf looked much different. Amazing, even. One looked soft and fluffy, which I named Wool. Then, Wool split into different colors. Brown, blue, and pink I named them. Then more came. Then some that looked like other mixed. I had a color selection to make naming easier. I touched one leaft that looked like a pale blue. I could see through it. I touched it. It was so cold. Cold. I made another term for this world to use. I named that leaf Ice. Another leaf looked red hot. I just made 2 new terms. It was amazing for me to be able to name things so quickly. I touched the red leaf. It burned my skin. I named that leaf Fire. It then turned blue. I touched it again. I couldn't bear the pain. I half-screamed, and considered it unsafe to touch the blue fire. I continued naming these leaves, until all 98 of them had been named.
However, the plant pushed and squeezed itself into a block. A huge one. Was it safe? I jumped on it to find out. I was stunned to find the leaves formed together. There was a ice cold area, and a burning hot area. There were huge piles of stone, and flat sections of dirt. I named the sections Biomes. I then named the biomes. Mountains and plains. Desert and taiga. Forest and flower plains.
I then saw something that wasn't a leaf. It came from one of the seeds the plant made. It could move and bark. It could howl and run. I named it Wolf. Then I saw another creature, covered in wool. I named it sheep. I went on for a while, naming creatures. And now, you must enforce law.
Herobrine's Response
Notch explained what I had to do. When a player renames a creature, they will be punished by me. I will slow their world and glitch their inventory. If someone mods the world, I was to destroy their world. If they dug straight down, I made them fall into the blue fire. It sounded simple. Even though I'd be viewed as a villan, I'd still be the world hero. I was the only one who could know about that. Everyone else had to think we were enemies. Notch's only true enemy was NightBringer, but no one could know about that either. Only I could know any of this. I was truly HeroBrine.