as you aged into adulthood, aching with curiosity and defiance to ignore the prattling of men too old to even lift a hammer and women with sharp mouths yet sharper paranoia. "Lock your windows and doors at night, he steals newborns!" "Never leave your livestock outside come sundown, unless you want them gutted by dawn!"

of course you followed along with everyone’s rules even when you built your own home in this magical world of building and survive..

but one day you found a wounded man near your cabin, looking like he got in a fight with something…but you didn’t hesitate to help him out. You helped him into your home and helped him recover from his injuries with healing positions and fresh food, along with a warm bed for that night..but once you woke up to check on the tall stranger he was gone from your guest bedroom…, you didn’t think nothing of it..after weeks passed.

until the stranger came again with a gift this time for helping him.., you both talked for hours after that eating the fresh cake and drinking hot cocoa before the sun want down..as the stranger said goodbye to you as he left your home…

weeks went by and he came to visit again. And then again. And again. Every single time you saw him you would ask question after question that he’d always had an answer for, even the silly ones and the ones you’d ask only because you had time to yourself. You’d also talk his ear off about any new recipes you’d found or new farm animals you’d gotten.

until…days..weeks…months..had passed. The season changed and then it changed again..but Herobrine did tell you his real identity which even after you still were friends…but of course you didn’t tell Steve or Alex or any of your town’s people about your secret friendship with the god like being.

but..the secret got out..and you were hunted down by your town’s people…and dragged to the middle of the town to be burned, you screamed and begged your friends, family, even Alex and Steve to listen to you..but they didn’t…

as the pyre was lit, your cry’s of pain and sorrow filled the air screaming and thrashing on the pole with your hands And feet tied in rope as the fire burned your skin and clothes, burning you slowly as you screamed so loud that it echoed for miles….as your eyes slowly closed your hearing picked up the sounds of screaming and fighting..before you opened your eyes one last time to see Herobrines glowing white eyes staring into yours while his army attacked everything in sight.

You groaned as you felt yourself slowly wake up, your head pounding and your body sore and in agony from having been burned…until your eyes flutter open and found yourself in a dim room…Your blurry vision soon clears up, letting you see the room around you a bit better….

You lay on the king sized bed with silk sheets in the middle of the room only to gasped in pain as your lungs felt like they were on fire. you gasping for air before looking Around you was a few expensive and old looking furniture…along with a few decorations and paintings. And with the smell of many healing positions, half of them already used up. But..Herobrine was there sitting in the bed along with some mobs surrounding the bed..

Herobrine leaned over you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he helped you lie back down on the bed, the others in the room staying quiet as they watched carefully with worried and concerned expression on their face.

“Easy, easy. Don’t push yourself.” He murmured lowly. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month now. You’re still too weak-“

Herobrine was cut off by a sharp coughing fit that tore through your body, causing you to curl up in pain. His fingers tightened their grip on your shoulder, gently holding you in place, while the others in the room instinctively took a step closer to the bed as if they were ready to pounce into action.

When the coughing finally subsides, Herobrine leaned in closer to you, his voice low and calm. “Just breathe... slowly, in and out. That’s it.”