Two
“Your confidence in the adventurer is wasted. There are none who can defeat me now.” Herobrine walked down the road of the market. A black tattered cloak draped over his shoulders fluttered in the breeze. Black armor covered Herobrine from head to toe and in his right hand he carried a truly demonic looking blade.
The man’s white eyes had always been empty and horrifying but now, they swam with power. Spirits could be seen in his eyes as they filled him to the brim. Steve felt himself go cold. He had feared the old Herobrine returning, unsure if he could beat him, but this new evil that had arisen in his home, looked truly invincible.
“What’s the matter Steve? Has that quick tongue of yours suddenly gone dry?” Herobrine laughed loudly as he threw his head back truly enjoying the moment. “Ah my old enemy, you should see the look of terrific fear in your eyes, I will have to remember this moment for as long as I can.” Herobrine lifted the Bane of Existence and grinned.
“Wait!” Steve shouted. He tore his gaze away from Herobrine long enough to see the frightened people of the village. Stephanie clung to his arms as she peered over his shoulders at the evil man before him. “This fight is between us Herobrine, it always has been.”
The dark figure lowered his blade and nodded. “Aye, it has. But this time will be different. You see, I have become something more; an unstoppable force, a master, a god! What hope do you have now? Why should I not simply end you now and be done with it?”
Steve took a deep breath and stood straight upright. He unequipped his armor and his bow. “You have waited this long, you surely can wait a bit longer. Let us have our final fight one lunar cycle from now. On the next full moon…come and find me, and we will end this once and for all.”
Herobrine stared at the man in awe for a long and silent moment. Unsure if he should take the challenge seriously or not. But he smiled once again, revealing sharp teeth against the black of his armor. He laughed once more, his voice booming over the entire town. “So be it! There is nothing you can do to prepare but try, waste your final days preparing for me and when I come, I will cut you down and watch the life leave your eyes!”
Herobrine grabbed his dark cloak and spun, twisting it around himself. In a whirlwind of black and purple the evil man disappeared leaving behind only despair and a hint of his malicious laughter.
Everyone in the village looked at Steve, staring at him as if it were the last time they would ever see him. Stephanie gripped his arms rightly, tears running down her face.
The Oracle
Silence reigned as everyone took in what had just happened, but after only a few moments a small frail voice came from beside Steve.
“Come with me.” Everyone, including Steve, turned to see a tiny old woman with a staff walking away down the street.
“Wait! Who are you?” Steve asked as he turned to face her.
The old woman stopped and turned to face him. “I…am the Oracle. It is time young one, for you to fulfill your destiny. Come with me, and I will guide you down the right path.”
Steve, Stephanie and Scoundrel had followed the old woman to a small cabin deep in the woods. The home was built for only one to live and the walls were all covered in one massive mural. The painting depicted a battle between a dark dragon and a glowing white lion.
“Unbelievable,” Stephanie gasped as she took in the mural. Its beauty was astounding but the meaning behind it was awe inspiring. “I never thought our little world had such a…a…” she could not find the words.
“Grand scheme?’ the old lady said with a laugh. “Yes, our world is much older than most of you realize, take my word for it, I have been in it since the very beginning.”
Steve looked to the woman and shook his head. “You said I had to fulfill my destiny,