Aiden's POV

A misty fog creeped out of the shadows and revealed itself in the moonlight. I was shocked at first, but then extremely interested. This was something I've never seen before in all of Minecraftia. The same voice resounded in the air, but this time I was able to see exactly where it came from.

"Please...don't freak out..." It said nervously, which was definitely new because they'd been extremely daunting when I'd first met them. They sounded almost...I don't know how to exactly describe it, but the best I can say is almost scared. But they couldn't possibly be scared, could they?

Putting that matter to side, I was more interested and curious about themselves. "Wow..." was what I managed to get out of myself, because I was stunned by their appearance. To be honest, I actually imagined them to be more of a person with a black eye patch and carrying a massive sword around or something like that.

Hey, I have an imaginitive mind, okay?

"I knew this was a bad idea..." they whispered, sounding absolutely devastated. They were beginning to turn around, leaving a black particle trail behind them, but I interjected. "No, wait!"

They paused in their footsteps, or really, in the air to listen to what I had to say. "I..I actually find it really cool that you're like this. It's different and not a generic thing, y'know?" 

I surprised myself with the words that had just flown out of my mouth. Is that really how I feel? I thought inside my consciousness. But I was given no more time to think with myself because they had darted to my side to talk.

They wrapped around me from behind like a snake curling around their prey, except I didn't feel like the prey. I felt like the shoulder for this person to cry onto. The mere fact that I'm not freaking out like I had expected myself to do so earlier perked my interest, so I pressed on with matters in my own hands.

"Is that really true?" They asked and the doubt in their voice was clear. I nodded and answered at the same time. "Yes, is it that hard to believe?"

A large woosh of air swirled around once again, but the current was not focused on me. In fact, it was sweeping beside me towards my kidnapper. In seconds, the wind was gone and in place of the large, black fog was a boy, looking to be my age. 

He appeared to look like nothing more than a 3-D shadow in the shape of a true minecraftian. But he lacked the general details of a normal person. Their eyes were glowing a bright white, almost as if they were emitting light, but that seemed to be the most detailed thing about him, from what I can tell.

He ambled over to me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, but his touch felt like nothing more than a wisp of air gently setting on my skin. It was soft and almost fluff-like to the touch and I was tempted to put a hand on his, by the thought of curiosity.

"Yes, it is, believe it or not." He questioned and I looked into his voidless eyes. Although they were without pupils, the sadness was clearly evident. I gave him a surprising one-armed hug and smiled at him.

"Y'know, I think I believe that you can't believe that I think that you're cool."

His expression grew confused as I said that. "What did you say? You lost me..." 

I laughed and grinned playfully at him, before walking over to the wall. I sat against it and soon enough, he joined me, taking the place to my left. For a while, things were quiet. Both of us were enjoying the silence because it gave a comforting peace of mind where neither of us really had to think about something serious.

It was a nice change, but a new topic was shortly brought up.

"I've never met a girl like you..." He murmured and I smirked at him. Playfully punching his arm and grabbing his attention, I replied, "That's because I'm one of a kind! Duh." 

I stuck my tongue out and I could clearly see him smile back at me. It definitely fit him, if I'm being honest. He looked sweet and innocent; practically angelic or like a fallen angel emerging from the darkness.

I looked towards the moonlight emitting from the roof and my smile glinted in the sweet, gentle light from the sky high moon. "I can promise you now, you'd never, ever find someone just like me."

He grinned from ear to ear, obviously agreeing. "I can definitely see that."

We both laughed at that comment and we spoke more about normal topics such as your favorite color, animal, etc. Y'know, the natural things you ask when talking to a new friend. The time was enjoyed while it lasted.

Of course, happiness cannot last forever. 

"Hey," I asked. "I know I probably shouldn't ask at the moment, at least, but can you tell me what's going on between you and Team Crafted?" 

The smile wiped off his expression like a knife slicing through butter. The tension arrived quickly and I knew, immediately after questioning, it's a very sensitive topic. But I have a right to know, if I'm ever going to decide who I listen to.

"That's...Well..." He spoke nervously, hesitant to respond. His eyes diverted to the ground almost as if it became extrordinarily interesting now than it was just a few seconds ago. I looked at him with a special look in my eye; not necessarily menacing or pushy, but I had a kind and somewhat questioning gaze that must have managed to persuade him because he talked.

"...What I have going on with them is not a happy matter..." His answer was cautious, making sure he worded his sentence in a way that it gave no information. I sighed and told him directly, "I wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't going to listen, y'know."

"Straight to the point, aren't you?" 

"Yeah, I definitely am." I smiled cheekily before returning to serious mode. I wanted this matter in and out of the way. It's been bothering my consciousness ever since Olivia told me I had something special. I want to make the decision of which side I like after hearing from both.

"Okay, I'll talk." He said but before I could say something else, he interjected. "But after I tell you-"

"Just get on with it already!" I sighed irritably and he put his hands up in a fake surrender. His eyes widened just the tiniest bit and I smiled. His hands fell down and the long-due explanation that would decide many matters began.

"If you didn't know already by the white eyes and all, I'm Herobrine." His tone was long and monotonous. He looked at me with observational eyes, most likely looking for any sign of fear or of the kind. To him, weirdly enough, he didn't find any. Instead, he found a sarcastic face that clearly wrote 'No duh, idiot.'

He sighed and continued on, but he made it quite obvious that he was expecting her to explode in his face at any time. So, he kept a lookout for that, because at this point of time, this girl exploding would probably be sorta scary, note the sarcasm.

But still, he wasn't sure he was ready to rush in with all his trust in this girl, despite her gentle and warming personality. He just wasn't ready.

"...I've done some...crude things in my...past..." He paused constantly in hope of delaying the news that was unbearably waiting to reveal itself to me, but I knew this topic was sensitive so I didn't push.

"...And now, as punishment, they've been trying to track me down and...y'know, the usual..." He murmured the last part, knowing that I knew what kind of punishment they were talking about. I felt a bit of sadness well in me but I was trying to see from both points of views.

Herobrine killed in his past and so, to avenge the innocent that had fallen, they want to kill Herobrine. I mean, don't get me wrong, Herobrine seems like a nice person that's totally different from the personality they give him, which is quite exaggerated if I may add.

But it sorta balanced out, he's recieving what he did to others.

There were still some questions that I needed answered first, before I could really balance the views out. I took a deep breath and asked him.

"Is there a reason to why you killed?"

We both sat there with a thick, hazy tension floating between us. I wanted to say more, like he could trust me and comfort his sad gaze, but I with held from doing so. I had a large responsibility and emotions pushing me to do things on impulse is just stupid.

"No." He replied with a grim but saddened expression and I couldn't help but start to feel the resent kicking in. The boy, who looks about the age of a thirteen-year-old, had just admitted he killed in cold blood. Now, it only seems right that he had people were after him for the kill because he'd done so to many, many others.

My eyes had drifted to the bright and shining moon in the starry night sky above, but of course, it was so far away. We were underground, and I probably wouldn't be let out because of what I am deciding to say. Despite the fact that Herobrine has changed compared to when killed probably years ago, I'm guessing, my decision to help him did not exist anymore. 

"I'm sorry, Herobrine, but I'm afraid I can't accept your offer to 'join' you..." 

He looked away, most like feeling betrayed, even though we'd just practically met, and hurt was evident on his face. He'd just poured all of the story to me in hope of having me as an ally and friend, but I sadly couldn't be there to comfort him. 

A look of anger distorted on his expression and just like that, his personality was back to the one I first met; the one that was longing for power would never stop at anything to attain it. It scared me because I don't know what to expect, but I was looking for the worst. Sure enough, even worse than what I thought had arrived.

"If I can't persuade you..." He muttered in his old, ominous and echo-ing voice. "Then I'll just have to take you by force." 

He jumped in the air and transformed back to his black, foggy mist. Swooping in for me, I put my arms and hands in front of my head in defense, but it obviously did nothing compared to the fog that enveloped me soon after.

Again, the darkness was upon me but it was definitely less gentle compared to before. The air was tight around my chest; I could feel my lungs recieving very little air. As a result, I started gulping as much air as I could, but it was very difficult due to the fact that he'd given me very little air to begin with.

Just when I felt like I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he let up. But I was in a different room than before, and this room was not nearly as welcoming as the other one.

I was shrouded in darkness, the only thing visible to me being a chair and a body mirror. I was too nervous to take a seat because I had no idea what kinds of traps he could've set up on that thing, so I ended up just standing a little ways away from the mirror, just to be cautious.

Although what I saw in the mirror intrigued me, it wasn't exactly in a good and curious way. I was intrigued by the fact that he was clearly trying to mess with my mind in this room in some way; somehow. I just didn't understand the method.

In the mirror, I saw myself, except I was tied to a pole. I looked rather uncomfortable and nervous, but fear was clearly evident on my face. What was about to happen next, though, was something I could never prepare myself to see, nor will I ever forget it.

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