Minecraft Short Stories

Apparently, things have to get bad. AGAIN.

Well, read the title, because I don't really feel like repeating myself.

(Just kidding, but in fact I am just too lazy to do so.)

Right, where do we start?

Ah, right, the point where things were still okay, because in order for things to get bad, they have to be good, or better before that, right?

Alright, I should get on with the story, instead of just stalling and whatsnot, but I am stalling for a reason.

Just because...things are gonna get bad.

You may say," Duh, I already know that, get on with the story!"

Alright, here's the story, but here is a spoiler alert for those who haven't read the epilogue of The Legend of Herobrine or those who haven't read the first chapter of Hybrids of Team Crafted, so if you haven't read either one of those chapters, I suggest you read now.( Nah, actually you don't need to if you don't want to). Anyways, this is just an extract after Hero is reunited with Kara, and after they gave birth to Sky, aka Skybrine, aka Adam Skylen, yada yada, you know who he is.

So, for real, here's the story, hope you guys enjoy it.

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"Sky, what do you want for breakfast?" Kara asked her son. It had been several years after her reunion with Herobrine, and after some dating, they finally got married, and gave birth to Skybrine, their beautiful boy, also known as Sky or Adam.

"Budder!" Sky's shrill voice was heard, he was only three, but he had apparently tasted and started loving butter, and insisted having it for every breakfast. Yeah, imagine, a solid rectangular block of butter for breakfast. Yum. Apparently, he has good taste.

Kara frowned, Sky would make a fitting member of the Budder Kingdom, since they gourged themselves with it, from what she had heard.

Sky ran out of his room, a goofy expression on his face," Can I have some budder, Mama?"

"Sky, maybe you should try something else," Kara said, still frowning. Surely, that much butter for a kid couldn't be healthy.

Herobrine smiled to himself when he saw the scene. He loved his son, even though he always demanded for an amount of butter that was way more than healthy. And his beautiful wife. Her eyes were still the clear, sky blue. When he gazed into them, white wisps of cloud seemed to float in those sky blue irises.

He was truly happy, to have some people he called family. And since having Sky, he no longer had the urge to kill, and started using his powers for good, and started meditating. For five hundred years he had been in a fruitless search for Entity 303, but that sly weasel never got himself caught. He couldn't even find him. It was like he was erased completely from the face of the world.

But a sharp stab caused him to wince, when that horrible memory started to surface, he pushed it down quickly, to prevent it from haunting him ever again.

Herobrine had moved to the Nether and had been ruling as the king there. Wither gave up his throne, willingly, since he considered Herobrine a better ruler. Hero felt guilty, for having killed Wither when he was under Israphel's spell, but Wither had told him he had forgiven him after so long. The two became good friends, like the old times, and Wither became his general and trusted adviser.

Kara ended up persuading Sky to eat something else, and reminded him to bring his sunglasses to cover his glowing yellow/golden eyes.

The eyes of Sky's were truly extraordinary, they glowed like molten gold, like the sun itself. Like Hero's, the glow brightened and waned according to his moods. When Kara gave birth to Sky, the first thing they found out was his molten gold eyes, which should be due to his father being Herobrine.