Herobrine's Hope.

But it felt empty.

A/N: *This ended up being closer to a rewrite of my first fanfiction ever than I intended. Let's see how it goes.

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HEROBRINE

A marvellous world laid before me. Forests breaking the skyline, buildings breaching the boundaries of what would seem possible.
Built by players. Their accomplishments were without number.
So many accomplishments... but none of them seemed real.

Imagine this: You wake up late one day, only to find you've missed a catastrophe. Your brother is dead, or gone, or something- nobody is quite willing to explain what happened.
Your brother, the creator of this world, has finally abandoned it. He bored of it just as he bored of you, so many years ago.

Without a creator, many players lost their purpose.
They'd build endlessly, hopelessly, mind-numbingly, if only to forget the pain. So many generations before them had been able to live alongside Notch, to follow him, even if only as a figurehead.
But that was all ripped away from them.
It felt unfair.
They'd try to build to fill the void, but still the void persisted.
Every building in this Notch-forsaken world felt like the void itself, whispering its curses of the damned to those who dared listen.

I thought that was awfully rude of them, myself. It was clear to me that they had thought of him as the only Creator.
But that was wrong, wasn't it?
We had people who could build anything- and more importantly, we had me, who had been alongside him for so very long.
Not that anyone still lived to know that.

I frowned, pausing for a moment to soak in the surroundings before I resigned myself, teleporting out of the overworld once more.

It was clear to me that I would have to... to find someone, someone who hadn't quite given up hope- and someone who had the power to wield that hope as a weapon, if need be.

I reclined on my netherbrick throne, thinking about it for a moment before calling out for my personal servant. "Morte!"
The young wither skeleton awkwardly hurried into my throne room, adjusting his armor before standing at attention. "Master." He responded as formally as he could manage- which was good, I didn't want to have to punish him.

"Bring me the Tab Key from the library. I need it."

I saw Morte falter before he spoke, as if he was having doubts. "Of- of course!" He exclaimed. "Right away."
He hurried off, almost tripping over his own boots.
I felt as if I had to wait far too long, but as soon as he was back with the heavy volume, he passed it to me.

"Master. The Tab Key for this server region."
I nodded in approval, dismissing him with a wave as I crossed my legs, adjusting so that they were resting on one of the arms of the throne.

"You are dismissed."

I flipped open to the first page, sighing softly to myself as I looked over the names.
The book was more important than it sounded- it listed the names of everyone alive within a certain area, which would allow me to further look into those that interested me.

I decided the easiest way to go would be in alphabetical order, so I flipped open to the first page. "... Aaron." I squinted at the page, switching my hat on to pull on my reading glasses.

... This would take longer than I thought.

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A/N: *Considered making it longer, but I think this is enough. Better than any of my older ones, right? Jlksdjf