The Test-Minecraft

Truth

It wasn't real. It isn't true.

The sky, earth, air, everything!

They were all deathly white.

White clouded my vision. My eyes were still open-they always were. Then a pull brought me into a space full of black and stars, and purple was the element of the sun. I could not move or turn, I was captured in an invisible lock that threatened to keep me in its vice forever.

Then a man materialised.

He wasn't the Creator. He didn't have the aura of the Hellbound or Healerealms, but he was evidently powerful.

He wasn't a king. But he had the powers of knowledge, one that he knew everything of the Test.

He did not have the heavenly glow of our Creator, the legendary Notch, but he still had the immense power of a god.

He spoke.

I heard nothing, but somehow my numb mind twisted to know what he said.

"Step lightly, Herobrine. I chose you carefully. You will assist in the sacrifice. If you move backwards, it would be agemo."

Then everything went black.