Herobrine, The True Evil Being?

Our Final Test

And so it continued for days that led to weeks, weeks that led to months, months that led to years. Steve and I grew to become close friends, almost like brothers, and completed every task Notch threw at us, then one day, Steve and I were sitting in our, as I call it, 'cage' when Notch and Jeb came in. Jeb didn't look directly at us, and Notch seemed a lot happier than normal. I gave Steve a look that told him to be prepared for what is about to come.

"Steve, Brine, it's time to attempt to complete your final task. This will be the hardest of all the others, but if you complete it, you can be released into the world of Minecraft." Notch declared.

"Final test? Well, what is it?" Steve asked a little bit too nervously. I stayed quiet and watched as Jeb fiddled with the clipboard he always had with him. He seemed like he wanted out of whatever Notch had in mind for us. So far, the tasks haven't been even remotely easy, they had been mostly life threatening.

I looked back at Notch who had a big toothy smile on his face. "You'll see when we get their Steve, don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." He turned away and muttered something only Jeb and I herd, "Hopefully anyway."

I clenched my fists at the thought of him sending Steve and I to our deaths, but stood and followed after him with Steve hesitantly following soon after. We had walked down these halls many times before, yet they all seem to lead to some were different. This time, before we got to the end of the hall like we normally do Notch stopped abruptly. I almost walked right into him, Steve ran into me, and hit the ground. I turned to help Steve to his feet, and Notch just watched us offering no help.

"Here we are! Your final test." I looked at the door Notch was gesturing to and my heart sank. In big red letters it said: The Death Battle. I looked at Notch he still had a big grin on his face like we were about to go play with ocelots and not whatever was behind this door, waiting to kill us. Looking at Steve I could see fear start to show on his face, but he did his best to hide it. "Now, I have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that only one of you has to enter and complete this task, the bad news, they may not live to tell the tale. So, you may choose who will go in and who will be spectating the, um, task. You have two minutes."

Notch and Jeb walked into the room and left Steve and I alone. "Who's gonna fight? I don't want ether of us to die just to leave this bloody place." Steve said. He seemed surprisingly calm.

I thought for a moment or two, still staring at the door Notch and Jeb had just walked through, and said, "Steve if I don't make it out alive, fight, do what you need to do to live, even if you have to kill, just survive." I turned to him, "And remember, remember what we've been through, all the challenges that Notch has put us through, all the tasks we completed, don't forget that."

"Brine, you sound like your gonna go in and fight." Steve said forcing a nervous laugh. I stared at him and he realized I was serious. "But, you can't. You've already fought and risked your life so many times."

"And so have you. Steve, please, you are an amazing fighter, but I think I'm gonna take on this one. I can't sit by and watch you fight, unable to help." I said trying to convince him.

"YOU THINK I CAN? DO YOU REALLY THINK I CAN SIT BY AND WATCH MY ONLY FRIEND FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE, FOR MY LIFE. BRINE, YOU HAVE TREATED ME LIKE FAMILY EVEN IF I HAVEN'T. YOU CANT DO THIS, NOT NOW." He shouted.

I remained calm not letting him change my mind. "Steve, you have been a good friend to me, but I have to do this. I need to for our freedom, the one thing we both have been dreaming about for who knows how long, please, Steve."

Steve took a moment to calm down before speaking again. "Then tell me, tell me that you'll see me right after the task. Please, I don't think I could move on without you Brine. You've been with me since the start I don't think I could survive on my own." Steve said, his voice strained from holding back tears.