The Lost King

A dream

I am running, as fast as I can, and it's dark. I don't remember where I am, I am lost. I had left my tools at base, yet I can not find it anymore. I had lost my torch and now I am running blind, pounding on the stone with my fists on the walls.

Did my brother leave me to die in this cave? Did he block the exit so I may never see the light of day again?

I scream, pound on the walls, and run in fear of the mobs whom don't remember me. I am here forever, starving and scared.

Oh brother, why must I suffer this way? Where are you...? Where is everyone? Why can't I feel anything but my blood on my fists and numbness from the cold? Why do I feel so... angered?

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I woke with a start in my bed, sitting up with sweat on my pale skin. I look around, I was in my bed in the nether. I rub my eyes, 'what was that dream? Where have I seen it before?' I thought to myself as I get up.

I get up and I look at myself in the mirror, directly at my pale glowing white eyes. I remember what the dream was about....

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AN
Short but surely, haha this will be my first book premierely on fan fiction.. HeroSteve~! I am working on the first chapter haha.

Bye bye~!