Herobrine

To wonder and Find out

Steve hissed loudly as the splash potion came in contact with his wound. His ruined t-shirt was crumpled on the bed near the pillow, half soaked with blood and dirty with soil. He cringed as the wound slowly closed, gripping the edge of the bed hard.

"There, it is done." The village doctor said as he placed the empty glass bottle aside. "So how are you feeling?"

"I feel better, thank you very much," Steve replied with a smile, moving his arm to ease the dull ache on his shoulder blade. The wound was closing by now, and the man felt refreshed already and he sighed. He has been limping from his ruined house for half a day before he could reach the village. By then, he was in the verge of losing consciousness. Good thing the doctor was kind enough to feed him village bread and a bottle of water. As Steve checked on his healing wounds, the village doctor was busy scribbling some notes on a book with his trusty quill and closed it, before going back to Steve with a bloody arrow on his hand.

"Do you want to discard this?"

"I think... I'll just take it." Steve muttered, reaching out as the arrow automatically added to his inventory and he took his ruined t-shirt and got off the bed. While he was at it, he took out 5 pieces of emerald and gave it to the doctor as a payment for the medication.

"It does not make sense. What kind of man would shoot arrow upon himself?" The doctor asked as he received the emerald. Steve shrugged.

"I didn't. Something else did."

"Something else?"

"There are monsters in the night," Steve pointed out. "I never saw them before, and suddenly they attacked me and such. I don't understand,"

"Nonsense," The doctor said. "There are never monsters around here."

"But I saw-"

"We never seen monsters since the day we exist," The doctor ended and went to a cauldron to wash his hands as Steve stood there, quite dumbfounded.

"But-" Steve shut his mouth quickly. Well, first of all, it is completely useless to argue with villagers. They are usually stubborn and down to earth when you start talking about something that they never see before, or those they don't believe in. Second, it is very pointless to have a long argument, especially in a clinic, so there is no reason for the miner to say anything else.

With a gratitude, Steve exited the village clinic. He would need new clothes soon; now that his clothing reduced to three pieces, including his favorite pajamas. Since he is still in the village, perhaps it would be a good idea to buy something. After all, he just scored some emeralds, so perhaps he could buy a cloth or two. Screw waiting for sheep shearing. Clothes now or walking around naked tomorrow. Steve would rather take his chances.

The village might be small, but the villagers always look so busy. Some of them are farming in their little wheat farms. Others took their children for a walk, and some were opening their small in-home shops as others came to negotiate the price. Steve could see a villager debating the cost of an iron hoe. Shaking his head, he went to a 'Clothes Department Store', or so what the sign said. In reality, it is only one opened window on a side of a small house, with a villager waiting there and some villager with his child was buying some robes.

"Hello there, stranger." The villager greeted as Steve came, his ruined t-shirt on his shoulder, but he did not seem to care. "Care to buy some sets of clothing?"