Encore: The Amnesiac and the Deceiver

2: Waking Up

Okay, so this would normally be in first person's POV, but just for the sake of simplicity, it's in third person.

Nothing.

Only the darkness.

The nothingness that he was a part of.

He wasn't aware. That would imply a sense of consciousness. No, instead his subconscious mind knew what had happened to him and where he was, while his conscious mind was completely unaware.

He floated in the nothingness for days, months, years. Then, out of nowhere, came light and pain.

If he had a body, he would have screamed. The light pushed back the dark, seeming to pull him forward from the nothing into something. In only moments, his conscious mind became aware and he took his first breath of air. His eyes flashed open, squinting suddenly as harsh light greeted him. He groaned in pain as feeling rushed through his limbs, a new sensation that he had never felt before. He struggled up, not in full control of his new arms and legs. His eyes, now adjusted to the light, scanned his surroundings. They were almost familiar. He knew that he was supposed to be here.

But who was he? He knew, somehow he knew but he just couldn't remember.

"Think, think!" he muttered angrily to himself. Then he knew.

Herobrine.

He was Herobrine.

As that knowledge came, so did others. This world was Minecraft. This was his world. He was supposed to protect it against those who wished to use it or harm it in any way.

But where to start?

For a vague moment, he remembered something. A small shred of a memory. An outline of an image that appeared for a split second before disappearing. It looked.... Like a castle?

Herobrine wasn't sure. He certainly couldn't remember any castle. He couldn't remember anything before he woke up. Nothing had happened before.

"Okay, okay, focus," he muttered to himself. "You're supposed to protect this place and you don't even know what it looks like. So go exploring."

With a definite objective, Herobrine stood up and set off to the west, running away from the rising sun.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, another consciousness lurked.

This consciousness was aware, unlike the one before it. It was full of hatred and revenge, trapped in the dark confines of emptiness. He felt a subtle shift in the dark, not much, but it was something. He sent out his senses, trying to find what it was. After only minutes of searching, he found it.

The world he had been banished from had been recreated.

He felt a sudden burst of happiness, excitement and the raging thirst for revenge. He may not have a body, but he still knew how to hack. And for most of his hacking, he only needed his mind.

He felt again for the world. When he found it, he clutched onto it, determined not to lose it. It took some time, but he managed to form a small rip in it. He expanded the rip, making it bigger and bigger until it was just big enough for him to slip through. He gasped in pain as he took on a physical form. The ground formed beneath him and he fell on it, landing at an awkward angle. Growling, he picked himself up, looking at the rip he had formed. The tall oval with jagged edges stood in mid-air, its bottom a metre above the ground. When he looked through it, he could see the darkness beyond.

"Better make my base here," he muttered. "Don't want anyone finding this."

Using his hacking skills once again, he made a castle that would have taken years to make in only a few seconds. Mindful of how his castle had turned out last time, he strove for a simpler design: black coal blocks highlighted with white quartz and redstone. He built it around himself, with the rip at the bottom in the middle of the castle.