Steve's curse: a minecraft story

The Sword

Steve had screamed to make the witch think he was in whatever was in that potion worked. The truth was, it had been a day since the potion was given to him and he still felt normal. Potions are suppose to kick in right away and even if it wasn't quick acting it would have kicked in after at most, an hour. So he was well out of harms way. If they thought Steve was still in the nightmare realm they wouldn't bother him until they knew he woke up. Steve had pretended to be asleep when Herobrine and the witch had entered the room to listen to their conversation. "So how long will it last?" Herobrine had asked inspecting Steve closely. Steve let out a screech and Herobrine smiled. "The potion will last only as long as he thinks it's real." The witch replied. Herobrine laughed, "what a cowered! I can't believe Notch chose This kid to rival me!"
"You two are the same age."
"I know that!"
"You have the same birthday too."
"Shut up!"
Steve covered a giggle with a whimper. Herobrine sighed as if he was bored. "Ok let's go." Steve heard the normal sound that an enderman makes when teleporting out but Steve heard another sound, a clang as if something metal had dropped on the ground. Steve opened his eyes to see Herobrine's dimond sword Steve smiled, his way out had literally fallen at his feet.