Rise of Herobrine. A Minecraft original story
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...
