Rise of Herobrine. A Minecraft original story

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The sun was going down.    It was a race against time. Steve checked his pouch, just to be sure , ' of course it's a wooden sword" he sighed. He needed to craft a watch being caught off guard like that sucked.    Life was hard, making a home was the most important thing to be done, well second most important if you take the happenings of the last few days into consideration. He'd spent the whole day collecting materials and food. Kind of ironic how he had a diamond pick but a wooden sword. It was getting darker.     The animals had already left the plains, seeking shelter. He zoomed through the plains with little hindrances. His cave side house was just across the river. " Maybe I could build out a porche. Alex would like that" he thought as he sneaked across the narrow dirt bridge.     It was right there.     He hoped she wasn't home. Alex.     He hoped she'll sleep in the village tonight. She wouldn't support what he'd do, or where he'd
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Shadeworks: The depths of Eden. Original story

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SHADEWORKS
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The song got louder,more intense,more divine. He felt as if he were sifting,leaving his world,loosing consciousness. He trotted on with wavering steps,with an uncertain gait. He neared the archway,the soft orange light filtering through. Light. The light dancing in his mind,guided by the song. It pulled at the strings, the farthest strings of his mind,his eyes,his heart.He'd seen things he never would have ordinarily believed, things he'd imagined. Imagination. A strange power pulled him,called to him. He was appalled by what he saw.out of this world. Swimming streaks of energy,illusive,it was unreal." Don't do it,please. You'll ruin yourself. Please don't " " don't ". He should've listened. She was right, blue. Blue was always right. But it was now too late. He could feel himself slipping, his conscious receding. He was plunging fast into his unconscious. He was lost ...

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