Herobrine rode slowly through the palace. His disguise was on, and he had his fake IDs in his pocket should a patrol stop him and asking him what he was doing out so late. People have started recognizing his horse, but he found that at night, people couldn't care less. Plus, Kaizer was an all-black horse, it wasn't like he could catch anyone's eye.
As his sightings became more and more frequent over the years, characteristics people have put on his wanted posters have grown. He'd read stuff ranging from "Often rides bareback on a male black friesian." to "Disguises often have a chip in his right earlobe." He was quite impressed with how people could capture minor similarities in his disguises.
However, he learnt to cover them up as more and more were uncovered. He bought an expensive saddle just for when he rides Kaizer in public eye, and his disguises now include an illusion of a piercing hiding the chip in his ear. He even went as far as to learn difficult charms to give Kaizer the illusion of different colors or breeds. The horse would become extremely distressed, so he tried to keep those illusions to a minimum.
It had been a while since he'd gone to the palace. His hood was down, his fake face out for the whole world to see, silver chain hanging from his right ear, glinting under every source of light. The palace was always bustling in the afternoons, but it always dropped to a peaceful hush once the moon rose. A few houses had their torches and lamps lit, the only source of light as Kaizer trotted down the street.
The occasional bark from a house dog and the hiss of a stray cat accompanied Kaizer's hooves thumping heavily on the ground. He passed by two military patrols, but they didn't even spare him a glance, probably dismissing him as some young man who was out to meet a secret lover or something.
As soon as he saw the castle in view, he guided Kaizer along the walls separating the castle and the houses. He obviously couldn't barge in from the front. He knew where Markus' room was located, and which spot in the wall was the closest to it. He finally found the old, rusted and abandoned gate at the wall, and jumped down from Kaizer. Looking around, Herobrine shoved his hood up before grabbing a hold of the gate.
He grimaced at the feeling of rust against his fingers before he pushed. The heavy gate gave way, creaking softly as it forced its way past the overgrowth. Herobrine immediately grabbed a hold of Kaizer's reins, leading the stallion outside of the walls. Once they were both out, he shoved the gate back into place.
He was now out of the palace, and in the forest it was surrounded by. The trees were not densely packed, so he just swatted at Kaizer's rear. The horse grumbled at him before running off. Herobrine made sure he disappeared from his sight before moving on. Kaizer never went far.
He stayed close to the wall, finding security in the man-made structure rather than the deep forest. He had memorized the path, and stopped once he found a familiar tree. He looked up at the wall, and listened carefully, letting his hearing reach as far as he could. Once he was sure that the nearest patrol was far away, he checked his clothes. He had etched silencing charms into every one of them, not wanting the flap of his cloak or the slide of his thighs against fabric to give himself away.
Once he made sure he was set, Herobrine took a few steps back, before running and leaping at the wall. His hand and boots caught the same bricks he always used, and he hauled himself to the top. His fingers got used to the scratches as he reached the top, and swung himself over the high stone barrier protecting the guards from any projectiles.
When he reached the wall walkways, he dropped to the crouch, pressing himself against one side as he crept along. He eventually stopped, looked over, before jumping down into castle ground. He landed on a particularly soft patch of sand, before he quietly scrambled for the nearest building, a shed for the gardeners.
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FanficA certain someone's dream causes just the right people to meet. Herobrine believes the commandant of the Southern Military, their captain and lieutenant is the key. He wants to make sure they don't end up like he did, cold, alone and despised for hi...