Herobrine's Game: A Minecraft Tale

Chapter 2: The Nightmares

Just like every other dream, I was once again a small boy. It was Christmas Eve and I saw myself playing with one of the five puppies from our dog's litter, Damon of course. I had taken him outside to experience his first snow, when I heard a strange noise come from the house. I was already pretty far from my home so I decide to ignore it. Then, I heard my mother scream as if her soul was being taken out of her body. Still young, I had never heard someone make that noise, but as I grew up I learned that someone would only scream like that if they were sure there life was to end. I started to slowly jog back to the house confused about what was happening. When my father's scream accompanied hers was when I full out ran towards them. The closer I got to the house, the more family members joined into the chorus of horror. Right when I was about to get my hand on the doorknob, Damon grabbed my pant leg. Surprised, I let him drag me a few feet back until I got up and again ran towards my home, but Damon was very persistent and would not let me go. Without thinking, I kicked him away leaving him with a hurt look and a soft whimper. Only this time he didn't need to stop me. I heard one more person start to scream, but this time it was different. It seemed to devour all the other voices and grew very loud. I had to sit down and cover my ears because of the pain it was causing me, but even that didn't stop it. I got when last glance at my beloved house, where I had lived since I was born, before the entire thing exploded leaving only a lone figure in the middle of the wreckage. The being rose into the air as if being picked up by a force I could not see. He was wearing a black cloak and only two white glowing eyes could be seen from the shadows of his cloak. Blood covered his hands, but he clearly did not see me, because he vanished into thin air. Fire. That was all I saw. Four little fireballs running in the ashes of where I once lived. They made strange sounds. probably calling for their dead mother. Just like I was calling for mine, before I passed out. Or in other words, woke up.