Minecraft Stories

Biome Fest

Although he left his dwelling with a haste urged on by anticipation, his travels through the biomes he passed through were long and slow. This he did purposely; he wanted to savor the sights that each biome had to offer, and each never failed to disappoint him.

The first biome that he passed through was the Plains, the biome that surrounded his fortress of cold stone. The relatively flat landscape seemed empty, but at the same time, full. A sea of brilliant green with the occasional splash of colorful flowers...and a clear, blue sky with wispy, white clouds that drifted lazily across that azure canvas. Pools of water caught the surrounding beauty within their rippling reflections. Herobrine rather enjoyed the simplicity of this landscape, hence why he had his home built here in the first place.

The next was a Roofed Forest. Compared to the brightness of the Plains behind him, the scenery here was remarkably dim, made possible by the thick canopy that grew above. Even the colors of the native plant life was dark: the wood, the grass, the leaves. The guardian's glowing white eyes offered a small respite of light in this environment meant for the darkness. And though that was very visible to the mobs that spawned here, they dared not threaten the legend that was traveling in their midst. Herobrine and his legacy was both feared and respected by all in the Overworld. He was met with no hostility while he strolled through.

The third biome before the end of the day was a Taiga, its signature population of tall Spruce trees ostensibly presenting itself before him. Here, he kept the hood of his cloak low over his head, dark glasses worn over his blank eyes.

He knew that a town had been established here many years ago. And they knew just how close they were to the living quarters of the infamous Herobrine himself. Because of this, none from either party ever stepped foot in the host biome of the other, for fear of incurring something neither wanted to deal with.

For years that unspoken rule was upheld...until that evening.

Herobrine didn't bother to take a route around the town. Rather, he walked directly into it, painfully aware of two pairs of suspicious eyes from the guards that oversaw an entrance into the city proper. He gripped his cloak tighter.

"Oi!" One of the guards called to him. A serious looking woman, with fierce eyebrows and piercing dark-brown eyes. She took a bold step forward, standing firmly in front of the entrance. "State your name and purpose, stranger."

Straight and to the point. And with a confident, unwavering voice to boot. Herobrine wondered if she and her partner, a tanned redhead with his own set of fierce eyes, were purposely stationed here because of the direction this gate faced. The direction toward his home.

Herobrine kept his hesitation brief. "...Alph. Traveler. I've come to seek shelter for the night."

"And where do you hail from?"

He hadn't thought about these details at all. Then again, he originally hadn't planned on interacting with the rest of the world's population, much less explain to them who he was. He blurted out the first answer that came to mind: "The Low Glade."

The redhead gave a low whistle. "Ay, you walked that far? Betcha thisun's a troublemaker come to hide from bein' 'rrested."

"I am no criminal."

"Leave the traveler alone, rookie."

The novice obeyed and closed his mouth, taking to staring Herobrine down instead.

"Forgive our suspicion, the road that travels from this gate and onwards warrants us to be cautious."

"Yes, I've heard. So may I enter?"

"Not unless you take off that hood."

"Oh, um...is 'no' an available option?"

The guards exchanged glances. This was starting to take an uncomfortably long time. Herobrine cleared his throat.

"Perhaps not." He bowed his head. "I bid you good evening."

"Wait-"

And he vanished. A small cloud of dust took his place, dispersing just as quickly as it was kicked up. The woman and the redhead looked around, very visibly confused. And from the darkness, far off in the cover of large ferns, two white eyes watched them and the wall they guarded.

Walking among the people would be a difficult task in his adventures, he thought, casting one last glance before turning away. Traveling was easy. Talking was not. He will have to work on that.