All was well in the land of minecraftia. Steave and all the other humans went about their day, doing what they always did. But all that was about to change. It started with a sickness, that swept through the land like a mighty plague, infecting all in its path. The only indication of infection, a dull purple glow that slowly spread over the victim. And then, they witherd away to nothingness. The infection slowly died away and they celebrated, thinking it was the end. They were wrong. In the middle of the night the fire rained down from the heavens, devouring all. Steave was on lookout that night and as everyone around him panicked and burnt, he looked up to the sky and caught a glimpse of a purple tiped wing. Panic set in and he fired arrow after arrow at the leathery wing as all he knew burned around him. Losing sight of the winged horror he surveyed the darkness for danger. Then, before he could react, a creature dashed out of the darkness and barreled into him. The last thing he saw were purple eyes, boring deep into his soul. Then he saw only darkness. When he finally awoke and lifted his eyes, he saw no hint of the great village he once lived in. He was alone in his world made of blocks. For days he traveled, kept alive only by the meat of pigs that he came across in the wilderness. At night hordes of monsters attacked him, shooting him, blowing up his walls, breaking down his doors. Doing whatever they could to feast on his flesh. With only a wooden sword to protect himself, he barely suvived. Eventually he came to a village. Overjoyed with finding other humans, he rushed in, before coming to a startled stop. For these were not humans in the village. Instead he had found a group of long nosed, robed testificates. After a few days in the village he realized he could trade emeralds for equipment with the villagers. Then one day as he was preparing to take his leave he spotted a figure out by the trees. A human figure! Eagerly he rushed towards the distant man, who had vanished behind a tree. As he rounded the tree his heart filled with disappointment to find nothing there. He turned back and found himself face to face with an eyeless man. Filled with terror he could only just make out the words "w...w...what are you?" The thing replied simply with "Herobrine" its voice was that of death itself. All of a sudden it was gone, and Steve stumbled back to the village. He could never forget those empty sockets. For many years he researched into that name. At last he found something that shocked him. Somehow, Herobrine was linked to the thing that attacked his village. The Ender Dragon! At last he had a name to go with those purple eyes, and a vengeance filled his soul. For many decades he searched for the portal to the beasts home, slaying all in his path with his great diamond sword, protected by his enchanted armor. At long last he found the underground stronghold and activated the portal. Fulled with vengeance he jumped in. No one knows what happened after that. Is he lying down in some ruined wasteland, dead? Has he defeated the winged demon who resides in the end? Or is he still fighting for his life? Only time will tell!