(No, this is not the last story in this book XD Just the title. I know it isn't a poem... Oneshot for SkyloxsGal... I finally wrote it :) Pairing: Beccabrine, Don't judge me.
It seems, just when things are going good in my life, something HAS to go wrong. Finally get friends? Oh no. Parents divorce and move schools. Have a good summer? Fall into depression as soon as school starts up again. Get a boyfriend? This.
Let’s go back to about an hour ago, start there.
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It’s about 8 AM, I’m happy as can be, I know I have a date with my boyfriend, Herobrine, in an hour. It’s the anniversary of us dating for one year.
Yes, Herobrine. Most people see him as the killer, the murderer, the glitch. He’s not, that image of him came from his spending time in the Nether, a place he was fascinated with. Most people would say: ‘Oh, that place makes you corrupted and evil, never go there!’
He’s one of the bravest people I know. He left for the Nether, knowing about all the terrifying beasts that live there, but he went anyway.
That was the last time I saw his brown eyes. He came back out of the portal a week later, covered in burns and scars, suffering what was known as Ghast’s Curse.
The Ghast’s Curse is a disease of sorts, it controls a small part of your mind, the one associated with your eyes. Your eyes take on a soft glow, and you lose a bit of your vision.
Well, Hero was unlucky enough to take on this said disease. Badly. His eyes became pure white, I never saw the hazel again.
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I heard a knock on my door, and went running to get it. Sure enough, it was Herobrine. He kissed me on the cheek and we started walking downtown, I had no idea where he was taking me today. Soon, the narrow path we were walking on opened up to a clearing, fall leaves making it beautiful colors.
“Happy one year...”
I smiled hugely and threw my arms around his neck.
“Thank you.... Thank you.....” It was so beautiful, so perfect. He took off his backpack and unpacked the small lunch he had packed for the both of us. We sat in the grass, eating our sandwiches and just talking, talking about anything.
Hero told me stories, of his time in the Nether, his past, him as a kid. Words formed on the notepad in front of me, weaving a story. That’s what you’re reading now. Later I will put it online, for those who think it is all fake, just entertainment. They’ll praise me for my work, and I’ll read the comments out to Herobrine, and he’ll smile. He’ll smile to know that people love him, there are people that care.
But then, let’s remember that this is MY life, something has to go wrong.
Hero winced in the midst of his laughing at some joke I had just told. I frowned, he said he was fine. I didn’t believe him, and let it go for now.
Something fell in the grass next to me, and I picked it up, inspecting it. It was a stick, slightly pointy on one end, with a note attached to the other side.
WE”RE COMING FOR YOU
“Hero....” My voice rose in alarm. Through the trees, I saw a smoke. Herobrine saw it too, and told me to run. I stayed by his side, thinking it was just a distant zombie or skeleton burning.
“RUN!” Herobrine’s voice grew more urgent. “They’re coming for me, not you! Save yourself, I’ll catch up later!”
Blood was rushing in my ears, I could hear shouts now.
“DEMON! DEMON! DEMON!”
Okay, I was running now. Herobrine was right behind me, as arrows began to rain down on our safe haven. One caught my shoulder, and I cried out. I could see Herobrine’s eyes glowing brighter and brighter, with a harsher light.
He was ready for a fight.
I was trying to reach over my shoulder, to grab the iron daggers strapped to my back, but I couldn’t reach, due to the arrow in my shoulder. Hero’s backpack that had his sword in it had been left at camp.
We were unarmed, with a mob at our backs.
it hit me with a rush. We were going to die.
If I was going to die, I was going to die happy.
I mentally summoned all the happy memories I could think of.
The day I met Herobrine.
My friends, playfully fighting over who would get the last Oreo at lunch.
Recording Youtube videos with my brother.
Every date, every hug, every moment.
The day I first heard the laughs of Team Crafted, the laughs that pulled me out of the dark.
Another arrow hit me, in the back this time, It was a weak shot, not going very deep, but this was a flaming arrow. My hair caught fire like dry brush, the heat too unbearable.
I fell to the ground, rolling around until the fire was out.
My hair was gone.
I barely had time to process this when I heard a scream. Of pain and terror, a very familiar scream. Herobrine.
I saw him laying a few yards back, and I ran to him.
I didn’t care that I was running to the mob, if he was going down, I was too.
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“Go...” He coughed. I shook my head vigorously, tears uncontrollable.
“I’ll never let you go...”
I could see wisps of blue code curling off of him, like a loose string pulled off of a sweater, unraveling his being.
A glitch... No way. I’ve seen pictures, in school. This is not how a glitch dies. This is a Hero.
“DId I ever tell you about my Spawn?”
I shook my head. The one story he had never gotten to, his last story being the one of his beginning. How beautifully ironic.
“A Spawn is a new beginning. It’s a new dawn, but at the same time, it’s a evening sunset. A Spawn is the end of one only to begin another. My Spawn was unfortunate, the people in my village cared more for the one whose life ended that night, they cared more for him than for me. He had been a Hero, looked up to all as almost a god. His name was Notch. He founded the village, he was so old it was fabled that he had founded MInecraftia itself. I personally don’t believe that, they were all crazed and bitter that their leader had died. Those people are the ones after us now.” He paused, looking around.”So they left me. They thought I could never be as great as the one before me, leaving me to live alone. I made a living off of the monsters I slayed, selling what was left. Soon I had enough to move out of that wretched place, moving here... where I met you. You gave me a place to stay, and a reason to stay happy... Thank you.”
The code was rising more quickly now, his body fading partially into mist. His form began to flicker in the firelight surrounding us.
I was frozen in fear, the fire was completely surrounding us now.
I grabbed his hand. “Thank you. Thank you for one more story. Now it’s my turn to tell you my last.”
I opened my mouth to begin, but he stopped me.
“No need for that... You’re going to live, I promise.”
I fought. I would rather die than go on without him, but he gave me the fire resistance potion, forcing me to drink it.
His eyes flash hazel, and he is gone.
(YAY ANGST)
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-Becca
