Mag-log in"It's you again!""Didn't we tell you not to come back here?""No one wants you here,Herobrine!"A group of eleven children of mi
He was in a field this time. Patches of dry grass and plains stretched all around as far as he could see. Once again, it was night. Moonlight shone in a faint halo around the small object in the sky, otherwise cloudless and void.And he was not alone. Small footsteps followed his own big steps, coming slightly to his left.
Grake held the little Human until he finally fell asleep in his arms and then gently settled him down and covered him with his blanket. Then, he quietly left.The old villager stepped out of the barn, wincing at the creaking of the door when he carefully shut it behind him. He then returned to the house, where his childhood friend sat at the family table and studied a half-filled cup of sweet berry juice.
"... He is a Monster and a monster shouldn't be allowed to come and trade... The other villages do not let him come. Why is he still allowed to come to OUR village?"Frowning, Hero sat on a ledge high up on a cliff, his feet dangling carelessly above a precipice, and considered the village far below.Surrounded on all sides by the green forest, it looked cozy and small, the tiny house wi
He was dreaming. He knew this, because he had dreams like this before.Hero curiously looked around himself.Enormous, ancient trunks of trees rose impossibly high in the air. Each of them even bigger than his own tree at home. These trees were real giants, their twisting branches spread out and
A warrior strode silently through the twisting labyrinths of the massive castle complex. It seemed utterly lifeless. All around lay signs of recent battle that raged through, leaving behind wreckage and ruin.Walls and smooth paved sto