Prologue

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        Shadows danced across the nether fortress, the bones of wither skeleton gaurds clattered against they're armour as the heavy sounds of footsteps thundered dow the hall. The first skeleton snapped awake and quickly woke the other gaurd,

" Wake up you nincompoop! he whispered in his throaty growl, " Sire's coming we must be attentive." 

"I can HEAR you!

Thunder flashed as a single lightning bolt cut across the sky like a white hot knife vigorously stabbing the second wither skeleton until he was nothing on the nether brick floors.

"I'll need a new guard immediately until this one regenerates" He says to the shaking mess of bones of a skeleton quavering by his deceased, powdered bones on the floor.

                                                        * Time Skip Of You Know Like Stuff *

 Herobrines POV

"Herobrine?"

I sigh, closing my book.

"Yes Phil?" (It's Phil YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY)

"You're package has been brought in by the guards and is in your bedroom"

I sigh again.

"Thank you Phil. I'll be there momentarily."

"Yes sir"  Phil vanished, ender particles replacing his spot.

Slowly I stand up and head out the door, I turn at the intersection and enter my Master Bedroom. The package is on my bed. It was tiny. Much smaller than I expected for a bag of potions.

"Whatever"

I open the package but it's content is only a piece of paper. Quickly I unfold it.

        Dear Hero,

Your Daughter has returned. She is waiting in your guest bedroom asleep.

 Be forewarned she does not know who you are, but shouldn't remember 

her past life. She is two and will need someone to care for her.  I suggest

either an enderman, or Blast. For they are kind hearted and at your com-

mand as Herobrine. 

                                Sincerally,

                                                Her Mother

        

Hello! This dedication goes to zellz for being a commentor!

 -Chloe Out

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