Wolfbrine and Herobrine (#Wattys2015)

The birth of two legands(or Notch is a horrid parent)

~Wolfbrine~
In a small village near the northern birch forest lived a young man named Notch. A genius in all things but socializing and parenting.

An extremely ambitious guy, he plotted to rule of Minecraftia. Of course, because of this, everybody thought he was crazy. So he started never leaving his house, working out how to rule the world. "I'm not crazy...I'll show them...they'll be sorry!"

Just when people thought he might be dead, strange things began to happen. Notch was notorious for hating the mobs, while everyone else was at peace with them, humans rule the day, mobs the night, Notch was determined that humans should rule it all.

One day, he finally came out of seclusion. He marched to the town square, and hopped the well. Then he stared ranting about how we humans should rule night and day. Now this wasn't new. He had done it before. But all the other times, people had just ignored him. Now they were listening to him.

Within the week almost the whole village was fallowing him in his quest. Notch knew he needed s figure head, a puppet, for his quest. And that was us.

~Herobrine~
Notch needed a puppet. So late one stormy night, he created a spawner. Have you ever seen a spawner? Well if not, they're one block high, and look like a cage with fire in it. First came Steve. In a flourish of white code he appeared. "Perfect!" Notch cackled. Steve was handsome, yet dumb, a perfect puppet.

Then we came. Notch couldn't wait to see the remaining two of his creations. But then the swirling bits of code turned purple, like the bits of code that surround the ender dragon, and we were created.

I looked like Steve, turquoise shirt, jeans, ruffled brown hair, but more handsome. But the most stunning thing was my all white eyes, glowing faintly, like flashlights.
My sister had the same rumpled brown hair, but long and tied back in a braid. She was slightly shorter than me and Steve, and her glowing eyes danced with mischief. Notch wrinkled his nose. "Slightly scrawny, eh?" Wolf stuck her tongue out at him.

Notch lunches his temples. 'Uh oh.' He wasn't sure what we were, but one thing was for sure.
We were not puppets.