Gravitated to Minecraft

Prologue

Guess who's back again!
The last version of this was really bad, and this probably won't be any better but hey, any improvent is great!
Anyways, lets get on to the story my children-
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I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. With a burning passion. His creepy, glowing eyes... setting off fear to whoever was before him. He burns everything... enslaves people... tortures, kills... and for WHAT?!
I could tell you, a million times... that I wish, someday, someone... will stand up to him. If that someone is me, so be it. I NEED TO BRING THIS TO AN END.
His name is Herobrine... ugh, mentioning him makes me fustrated!  I am player who likes challenges, and a player who usually expects the worst... because of my encounters with him... and i'm prepared.

I was the first child of my family. I was the child with a wild side, and had a passion for war. I used to beg his parents for permission to watch the jousting games, and I used to LOVE watching the patrols on the streets that wiped out mobs in the nighttime.
One day, though.
I remember this day as if it was yesterday.... Infact, it was eleven years ago...
While I was awake, watching the patrols at night, I noticed a pair of white eyes in the corner of my vision. I looked in that direction, and there was nothing. There was a fire, though. The whole village was beginning to smell like it was burning. I hopped out of my bed to alert my parents, shaking them awake. By then, though, the house was on fire!
Everything semeed to go so quickly... one moment, I was dragging my parents out of the house... and, the next... I was standing in front of the burning house, my eyes filled with tears. My little sister was crying in my arms. He stood in front of the burning building... that held my dying parents... he was LAUGHING. LAUGHING.
I was frozen in fear, staring at the man. I wish I would have done SOMETHING!

I was fearful back then though. I was only a child. Seeing something like that would most likely strike fear into everyone. Now, though, I'm old enough and strong enough to take a stand.

Narrorator's POV

Steve lived deep in the woods, far away from the rest of society. He was afraid that he'll get to close to the village and the people in the village, and regret it when something terrible happened. Living alone felt like a punishment to him, though.
He fought alone, built alone, mined alone, slept alone... and everything was so routine. He felt something was missing, but he always tried to ignore it.
Anyways, enough of the introduction.
This is Gravitated To Minecraft, the new story of HeroSteve.