Legacy of Herobrine ✓

Epilogue

3 years later.

Zach was jolted awake again. The room was dark except for a lone torch in the corner. His rose-red covers were wrinkled and bunched up from another half-night of restless sleep from the nightmares.

He shivered. It wasn't cold in the Nether brick room, but fear made the air feel like the End. The nightmares. Vivid, terrible scenes that seemed to horrible that only Herobrine could make them up--no offense to the deity, of course. He was staying there with the other people of the prophecy; Rowan and her two friends, Faolan and his three, and of course, his girlfriend Lizzie, accompanied by Raven and Blaze.

Zach jumped at a quiet knock at his door. With wide eyes, he watched as the door opened and a slit of light fell into the room. He expected to see Lizzie, but instead, he saw an olive-skinned girl peek in.

He breathed a silent sigh of relief. It was Haze--the most experienced person who had come to the gathering. She was a crafter, an enchanter, an alchemist, one of Rowan's closest friends.

"Zach?" She whispered, silver eyes glinting. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. She frowned. "You don't look alright. You're sweating worse than a squid in the Nether and you're as white as a ghast."

"Nightmares," he replied. "And what about curfew?"

Haze ventured further into the room until she was at the foot of his bed. "I don't care about Herobrine's curfew. Nightmares can be serious." She sat down, blue and sea green hair reflecting the torchlight. "Enlighten me."

Zach nodded. Haze was a dream-walker. She could enter the Dream Realm at will when she slept. She, Lizzie, Raven, Faolan's whole group, and Rowan all confessed that they had this rare ability. Zach, on the other hand, didn't have it. He began to describe his nightmares--the hot desert, the raging battles, glimpses of Faolan and blue energy and giant creepers. At the end, Haze's unnerving eyes were locked on his.

"That is... extremely unusual," she said. "I've never heard of recurring dreams as vivid and detailed as that. It's almost as if it's a vision."

Zach shrugged, feeling defeated again. "I don't know. I've never told anyone about them, not even Lizzie." Suddenly, he felt Haze's hand slip into his, grasping tightly.

"Sleep."

"What?"

"I might be able to see your nightmare if you sleep and have it. Try and sleep."

Sighing, Zach nestled back down into his bed, with Haze on the edge, still grasping his hand. He closed his eyes and prayed. Notch, be merciful. Give Haze something to work with as long as I can get a little bit of rest.

Zach found himself at the edge of a village. He was a tiny child, holding the hand of someone with dark brown and gold hair and bright violet eyes. Haze floated beside him, merely a blue apparition. Her face betrayed no emotion, and her curls floated around her face. Zach was powerless to move or control his dream. There was a person in the front of the small crowd, talking to a pair of people. They were obviously arguing, fiercely. Then, a terrible wind ripped through his mind.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a cobblestone corridor. His feet echoed eerily as he went to one of many iron doors in the hall and looked inside.

"Faolan?" He said, and a terrible wind whipped him away before anything else could happen. He opened his eyes to see him in the midst of a battle.

Zach felt himself break into a sprint towards one of the quarrels. He grabbed the white-haired girl's arm and said, "There has been enough fighting! This has to stop! We can't win!"

There was the blinding pain he'd come to expect, slicing across his chest like pure lightning. He fell back, one block, two, five, until he was on the ground. His own words echoed through his mind.

His eyes opened for real as Haze's hand left his. Her silver eyes were dull with shock and bewilderment.

"I don't know what to say," she muttered, then louder, "Do you have a scar?"

Zach nodded, uncomfortable. "Across my chest." The same place where that girl had lashed him.

"I don't know how to say this..." Haze started. "Zach... these dreams... these nightmares... I can tell dreams from visions. These are all too real. You nightmares... they're not figments of your imagination. They're real. They've happened to you. Something happened to your memory, but it's coming back."

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A/N: Yes, I know, beds in the Nether. I screwed up, too late now.