Description
I live in the world of Minecraftia, where monsters come out every night. They try to kill us, the minecraftians. Even though we have done nothing to them. I was wrong so wrong about us doing nothing, we have done everything to have those creatures to attack us, I'm only sad that I had to become one of them to realise that. I am one of them now, a monster what mothers and fathers tell their children so they will be good. The stories tell of a monster who looks human apart from it's glowing white eyes, it killed everything and everyone one on sight. But not the monsters, it used the monsters to create an army and attack Notch who locked it away in the Nether. Where it is stuck for eternity. This story is partly true but the thing wasn't a monster, it was a man, who used to be named Brine. Brine was brother to Notch and was killed in a mining accident but was revived by a creature who lived down there. Brine raged about his death and Notch's refusal to help him. That is what started the hundred year war. Brine changed his name to Herobrine and then started trying to create more people like himself, he called them 'Brines', it is said that he created hundred of them, but he only created a few then the formula was lost. Then found again by a man named Israphel who tested it. On me. This is my story as I fight to show people that not all brines are bad, there are some good ones and how I find my way back to the light, after such a long time in the dark. A/N This whole thing needs a rewrite, I'll rewrite it after I finish it. If I don't be lazy and procrastinate.
Chapter 1
