White Siblings [completed]

Hero

      My name's Hero. Yeah, my dad, Steve, didn't explain the name to me, but I just went with it. It was a different name, so it kind of fit me, though.I'm different from most players, to say the very least...I have pitch-black skin, dark blue hair with one streak of light blue, and dark purple clothes. Not exactly your average looks.     

          If I get mad, upset, or emotional over something, things may break and weather may change.

I've always had a connection to mobs, despite my dad's warnings about the hostile ones. I've gotten really close to Endermen several times, almost looking them in the eyes, and was fine. Spiders also seem to be more patient with me around sunset, while they'd attack other players at that time. I haven't tried late at night, though-I'm brave, not stupid. However, I have been very lucky before:once, a creeper was within three blocks and didn't explode when it was near me. I've never killed a mob, hostile or peaceful. I get out a lot, too, I've had the chance. Despite that, Steve doesn't want me outside the house unless it's for school or something important. I don't get in trouble, though, with him or with mobs, so I keep going out.               

           Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, but sometimes, knowing that I'm so different from him, I wonder...am I really his daughter?

Even though I have good connections with mobs and people alike, there's one entity I don't understand. He only appears in my dreams, and looks like my father, but with white eyes. I know it's not him, though. This man has a darker, sadder story to him-That's another one of the strange things about me:I don't even have to try, I can read people easier than books-and I'm a great reader. I like this man for some reason, even if he's intimidating. I asked Dad once about him, and he avoided the question however possible. I knew I couldn't get more out of him, so I never asked again, but I've still had these dreams. They've actually been reoccurring more and more often lately.    

          Tomorrow's my 16th birthday. I know I should be more excited, but I'm content either way, whether 15 or 16. The real reason I'm excited right now, though, is the gut feeling I have that the man with white eyes will appear again in my dreams tonight. I'm going to try speaking with him. I know it'll work, too, my gut says so.

I know I will learn more about him. I'm sure he knows all the answers to the questions I have about myself. My gut feeling has never been wrong.