Hero's Bane

Chapter 63: Losing Sight

"But just how strong does it make you? Trying your hardest to fight with your weak body can only get you so far, with your limitations you wouldn't even stand the slightest chance of facing Herobrine. Let alone me. No human can."

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"You're a monster."

"Am I? Notch is the real monster here. He's abandoned everything he once 'cherished'. Left everyone of his creations to die and rot, including you. Some of us aren't lucky enough to escape the desolate realms and have to live in it alone forever."

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"Let this be your final lesson human. You cannot fight me, you cannot fight your own born weakness. You will never have the power nor be strong enough, and you will eventually perish forever like the rest of your pathetic kind."

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"Look around you, he's not here. He's not protecting you and nor does he acknowledge your existence."

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"Where's your god at then hmmm?"

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"Where is he then? How come he has yet to save you?"

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"Where is he?" ... ... ..."Where is he?" ... ... ... "Where is he?" ... ... ..."Where-?"

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Steve's head rolled from side to side softly, he could hear that question repeat in his aching head as he started to awaken from the dark of his fading dream. "Whe-Where is he?" He muttered quietly, brows knitting and fingers twitching.

Herobrine opened his eyes and slightly tilted his head up from the murmur that came from the miner that was splayed out on the ground before him, he wasn't sure who the miner was subconsciously looking for; it was interesting enough to get his attention after resting against the tree for an hour's time in silence.

Steve let his head fall to his right and he brought a sore hand up to shield his eyes from a bright light above that seemed to irritate him. He took in a big breath and slowly let his inflated lungs release the surprisingly cool and clean air. His skin was cool too, he wasn't burning up at all but rather warm and comfortable instead of burning hot like he was before. A draft of air brushed over his exposed skin and it was pleasant, it felt so surreal. He never thought he'd feel cool air or breezes ever again, he had almost forgotten the feel of the wind.

With his growing consciousness, Steve slowly opened his heavy eyelids and blinked to get the dust and dirt out, his eyes felt so dry. He could soon see blurs of greens, browns, and white mesh into solid forms as he blinked, very familiar shapes appeared within his line of vision and began to reveal their details. After rubbing his eyes with his hands he noticed that what he was looking at was multiple trees in his sights, many oak trees and a few birch in the mix to be exact. He couldn't tell if he was dreaming since he was supposed to be dead.

Steve tilted his head up, immediately he groaned and closed his eyes shut as a bright light struck his sensitive orbs; he had been in a dark world for too long and hadn't fully adjusted to the light. He moved his forearm up above his head and blocked out most of the brightness, he then opened his eyes and blinked in surprise. Something had flew over his head off to his right and it was fast but also recognizable, it flew across that beautiful blue canvas with wings. It was a bird.

'The sky?' Steve slightly moved his hovering arm and winced a bit from the warm bright glow that shined in the middle of the endless blue. 'The sun?' He almost couldn't believe it. The sun and sky with the cool fresh air was almost too good to be true, he was in the Overworld. Either he was dreaming or he was dead. The miner raised his arm up fully and reached for the sky, it was well beyond reach but he seemed so intent on grabbing onto it. He longed for this freedom. ... Was this real?