Chapter 1: Homecoming!

It was a warm spring morning, out with my son. We had just got back from the mornings hunt. Hes getting better and is coming to realize the beauty in natural selection. He understands we need what we kill to survive, the virtue my father passed down to me, and his father to him, and so on. as we walked home he payed no attention to me, or his daily kill, a chicken, a chicken none the less, but a kill! He thought only of seeing his mother when we reached back to the outpost, there was our home, once a village upgraded by the things we had found, an outpost it was, set up by myself and the legion, when we reached the gates, he jumped down off of my shoulders, he greeted the testificates as we entered the village, the guards welcomed me with a fresh salute, as I walked down the streets the boy stood there, waiting for me at the stairs of our cabin as she walked outside, as he reached the top of the steps and hugged her, the beautiful maiden I had never forgotten a second. She was content we were back, but seemed worried, she always was, these 'little missions' we went off on left a cold thought in her mind, I kissed her head. That night as dusk settled in, the warm chicken freshly baked filled the room with its seered delicious smell, it was irresistible. He was already waiting at the table when it came out of the furnace. As I walked over there I kissed him on the head and hers as well.

Chapter 2: Uprising!

Before we could start the feast a suttle pounding on the door abrupted, as I open, one of my loyal guard fell onto my floor step bloodied and strung up with arrows, emitting out of his back. He had died, and obviously something, I could tell, was about to forsake that night!. Right then I nodded and told her 'prepare yourself' she gently nudged him to the corner of the room where the chest was, she opened it, and plopped on his head a shiny, yet strong iron helmet, this would protect him. As she began to walk him back over to me, I pulled out an old iron sword, I kneeled, he looked into my eyes with a mystery, I told him 'protect her' and he understand as he nodded firmly, this was very keen he had always done, what I had asked of him, I trusted him with their lives. After that I grabbed my bow and my Hatchet, two tools I never left without, as I shut the door I noticed a chill in the air, all the guards were gone... or dead. As I climbed up the watch tower there he was. in the form of one of my own soldiers, stood Herobrine. He fell back swiftly as for me to see the Horde encircle my house... The zombies quickly ensumed the villagers inside their cottages but I was not worried for that, I was worried, for my world, for my family. I was relentless... I killed them faster then you could imagine, one by one, yet one of them reached my door, as it opened it I dropped him with an arrow, before he could do anything. Whilst killing more and more of them off one by one, I noticed an abrupt sheer in the air... no! a Hiss! before I could even react, the unthinkable happened. Within a matter of seconds... it was gone. Everything... My whole world was shattered. I had not known what to do... so I fell. I fell to my knees as the zombies encircled me. the next morning I was there, sitting in front of both of their graves. one, with a remarkably shiny, yet strong Iron helmet upon its cross...

'Herobrine will pay, had I not smite him before, I will now... He Will pay!'

The Parable of Brin!