Legacy of Herobrine ✓

Chapter 01

The sun rose prominently that morning. It always did, in the summer, like it didn't want to waste an second of the next beautiful day and stayed up as long as it could in the night before the moon pushed it down the horizon. Faolan liked to think like this. It made everything seem harmless and loving, with it's own mind, in balance with the world.

He ripped off the sheets and slid out of his bed. Faolan loved to watch the sunrise completely. Faolan stared out the window in wonder, watching the sky fade into its amazing colors, while at the other side of the room, his sister woke and looked at him incredulously.

"Still marveling at the sunrise, Faolan?" She sighed.

"Everything in the world has beauty, Celeste," he replied, but didn't take his eyes off the horizon. This was what he told everyone when they asked why he was studying nature.

"Well, meet me downstairs when you're done. We have a restaurant to run!" Celeste said and put on her hoodie. She walked down the stairs and left Faolan to watch the sunrise.

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"Hey, you left me," he exclaimed as he ran down the stairs. When he got down, he saw that Celeste had already opened the shop. Half of the tables were filled with villagers milling around and eating food. They were talking quietly within each other, keeping to themselves and casting suspicious glances at every corner of the room.

Faolan sighed at the sight. It was such a beautiful day; what did everyone have to be so worried about?

He walked up to his sister, who was waiting for some beef to cook. He muttered, "Why is everyone so tense? It is the Descendants again?"

Celeste gave a small nod and said, "Yes. They killed off an whole family of them yesterday while you were out."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

"It didn't seem important at the moment."

Faolan sighed inwardly and pulled his sister away from the furnace and into the hall leading to the stairwell. "You know that we can't risk this, Celeste! Mom and Dad are dead, and I have to take care of you."

She rolled her eyes and took his hands in hers. "Faolan. You were born seven minutes before me. I think I know how life works."

"This isn't life, Celeste. This is running. Running from the government. Now come on," he said and started back into the kitchen. "Let's start cooking."

One of the first people that Faolan took orders from was a widow named Gema, who was raising her four children alone since the father died in battle. She was hopelessly trying to get all of them to settle down; only one old enough to ride a horse alone.

"Hello, Gema," Faolan said.

She managed to give him a quick glance. "Hello, Faolan," she replied and got the children into the chairs. "We'll have the normal again. But... could I also do porkchops instead of stew?"

Faolan jotted down the order in the book he used and closed it. "Of course. But you always get stew. What's different?"

Gema sighed. "Yesterday, the government was hunting down a Descendent near the bank, and they used TNT. It damaged part of the bank and most of our funds, including the monthly service payments for my husband, were destroyed."

Inwardly, Faolan groaned. The government didn't care about the village or its citizens. If only the General hadn't ordered so many hunting parties for Descendants. He hoped that him and Celeste's funds were still there.

"Faolan?" Gema's voice jerked him back from his thoughts. He awkwardly adjusted his small beret and smiled.

"I'm sorry about that. I'll have the porkchops out as soon as possible," he muttered and rushed back into the kitchen.