~Ranger's POV~

There was a long pause holding as if time itself stood still, before my mother gave a sigh and she turned her back to me, taking a few steps away to look out the window. Hands behind her back. My father watched as she walked over.

"Ranger... you were our 4th attempt at having a child. The 3 before you were all miscarried.
I feared I was cursed to never bare a child, and it took a mental toll on me. You wouldn't understand it at your age, but the pain both physically and mentally of losing a living creature you made... it's heartbreaking.
Your father saw me like this, depressed day in and day out. I looked off and didn't want to do anything, he was even afraid I would kill myself out of grief. He explained He knew a friend who could help. That friend was Kyle's Father.
Your father introduced me to The Nether Walkers. Kyle's father offered to give me a 'blessing', in hopes of barring a child. But I had to prove my willingness first. I wouldn't be allowed to live if I decided later on in life to not want to be in the group anymore. It was a one way deal, you cannot leave the Nether Walkers once you join.
I was skeptical about the entire thing. But desperate and at the end of my rope, I agreed.
It turned out that it wasn't a cult or evil like everyone always said. Everyone was suspicious of me and even rude at first, but it started to feel more like a family the more I was there and met people. They would open themselves up to me over time. Slowly, I started to see it to be well if I went though with this. What was the worst that could happen if I decided to do this? I have nothing to loose.
But before I could be granted my wish, and full acceptance, I had to prove I was willing to do anything. I had to prove a rite. And what was the rite of being accepted?
Why, the same thing you did."

My mother pulled up her sleeve.
A large scarring cut over her wrist. It was in better shape then mine, as hers had more years to recover, but it was still present. A dark red scabbing over her wrist. It was the type of scar that could only have been made one way; self harm. I almost couldn't believe it, how had I never noticed it before?! Granted, my mother always wore long sleeve shirts, but you would think 16 years I would have seen something.

"To be accepted, I had to try and summon Herobrine to the world. The same thing you did, to bleed on the shrine to bind the souls together and find the power that was lost.
While I failed, they saw my dedication, and offered me a blessing in hopes to bare a child. Well, I say 'blessing' but more so a dark magic spell.
They said there may be some 'complications down the line' but that it wouldn't be an issue.

I believe then it was no coincidence that you were perfectly fine when time came to have you.
You were healthy and bright, the diamond in my eyes. I couldn't believe it, the what I thought crazy people your father showed me to, helped me. The spell worked, I was able to have you.
That is no coincidence. Everything happens for a reason, they said. I was beyond shocked at the spells effectiveness.

I started to learn about how the group that been around for thousands of years had never gotten a reaction out of the shrine. Not a single hint of it working.
And yet... skip a head 16 years later, and here is the apple of my eye, child waltzing in without a care or knowledge on what was happening, and doing something that my group had been trying to do for centuries.

It is no coincidence what has happened. You and Herobrine are connected. You've been connected from birth, there is no other explanation.
He is the reason you are here today.

But sadly, this was a duel edged sword for us. The Nether Walkers were supposed to kill you, as killing you would unleash his full power. So we were torn... do we save our flesh and blood? Or do we show our loyalty to our group?
We couldn't decide, so... We didn't.
We stayed out of everything. This is why we never came rushing to the hospital, why we never really tried hard to search for you, why we never tried to stop you. We didn't want to watch you die, but we couldn't kill you either. So... we left it up to fate to decide."

A long pause of silence overcame us all as I tried to process everything. A long list of questions have been finally answered. So many emotions going thought me. Was I angry? Upset? Stressed? Reactive? Glad?
I had every right to hate my parents for not caring about me and only being concerned in their own affairs, but at the same time, I couldn't. Giving the fact they didn't kill me. The one thing that is of up most importance to what has been apart of their lives for decades, and refusing to do it. They broke the one commandment goal of their group;
'Unleash His full power.'

But I was just so confused. I don't know how to react. I just stood there, trying to process all the information. I grabbed my head trying to take it all in.
"I... I don't know how to react. I don't know if I should be angry at the fact you even considered killing your living flesh for your own gain? Or should I be glad you stood with me and went against your groups laws? Or should I be depressed that you knew I was in the hospital for attempted suicide and you purposefully ignored me?"

"You don't need to feel anything, Ranger. You don't need to tell us your feelings. I'm swarming with emotions of finally getting something off my chest that has pained me for years that we've kept hidden from you. It was difficult beyond anything to keep this secret and keep a normal life.
Be honest with us... did... did you know you were summoning Herobrine on that night?"

"*sigh* Let me finish before you say anything.
Yes, I knew. Jason had let us in on doing some of his adult things, and I figured it was just some old story meant to scare us as kids. I never thought it was real, I just thought it was made up and the images of hanging with the adults got to me."

"You were like me then. I didn't believe they existed until the news of his summoning came." My mother smiled. "I didn't believe it, not until I saw the news."

"But then... why did you go? If you thought he didn't exist, why?"
My father asked.

Sheepishly, I scratched the back of my head.
"I wanted to see if it was true. We never believed in anything like this but I wanted to know why so many give up parts of their life to praise someone they can't even see. Be afraid of something they can't even see, and only tell the stories by word of mouth.
And besides, doing something that was 'illegal' and 'against societies norm' is just... exhilarating. That rebellious feeling and urge to be the talk of doing something your not supposed to. I was going to be talk of the school. And... I really wanted to finally be liked at school. After everything I've gone though... Doing something like this, even if I hadn't succeeded, that feeling of rebellion wouldn't go away. I honestly don't know why I did this, it was like a feeling in the back of my mind was forcing me to do it."

A long pause before my father seemed to grow a bit angry with a glare. "So you did this all as a publicity stunt? This whole thing that sent the world into a state of panic? You knew you were doing something illegal, and still went though with it?!"

"Hey! If you knew the Nether I went though every damn day, you would have done it to!
All day, everyday. Those Hate filled notes, the scribbles preaching their death to me! I had told you time after time kids were picking on me, and what did you do!? NOTHING!! You sat back and LET them harass me! I wanted to do something no matter how risky in even the slightest hope that I would finally be liked by someone who wasn't one of my close friends already." I was tearing up at my own words.

"Blazing eyes, Ranger! You will not talk to me with that tone of voice!!" He yelled to me. He came close to me, and I felt his angered aura wade off to me. My watery eyes filled and streaked down my face.

I was scared... but I wasn't going to let this get to me.
"I will! Because this is how I feel. You were never there for me. You weren't there for me when I was in the darkest point of my life! You have no one to blame but yourself! Bastard, you knew I had tried to kill myself, and you didn't even do so much as call to see if I was ok?! You wouldn't have had to tell me the Nether Walkers if you didn't want to, but at least call?!"

"Hush that language young woman!" My mother scolded. "You should be thankful your father and I spared your life! We should be killing you now by the code in our group!"

"So you care about your group then you do your own flesh and blood? Then do it! Kill me, right now!!"

Silence as the anger washed away from their face to concern. I still glared, holding my arms out in a 'come get it' pose. "Do it. Go on, show your loyalty to your group! I DARE you."

They remined silent and did not move. I lowered my arms. I just told my parents to kill me... What have I become? "I'll be hunted by everyone I meet. I guess I'll have to go somewhere else and hide away from the world. Hide away from everyone because the world itself hates me..."

"Where will you go?" My father demanded. "You'll be killed by anyone on sight and no one will help you or take you in, knowing the reward for your head. And people will know you're still alive."

I turned my back to them and paused. Then inhaled. "I'll go to The Unknowns."

"You wont' last a week out there on the stretch. That place is far different then the safety of the cities. You don't even know how to hold a blade." My father growled.

"I have to try. I'm not going to curl up and let myself be killed. I'm only going down, of it's the last thing my bloody and limp body gives it's final breath. I won't die, not from you, not from the police, not from anyone. I will NOT give anyone that pleasure."

I herd my mother sniffling and begin to cry. She was about to loose her daughter again. "Ranger please don't--"

I went to the door and practically ripped it open, scaring my mother into stopping what she said.
"Mother... Father..."

"Y-Yes...?"
My mothers sniffling as she uttered the words.

"... Thank you for sparing me, even if it was only this once. I'll be back eventually... I'll fix this."

I took the step out of my house. I took a breath, and began to head in the direction of the setting sun; the West. I'll pass though Ostwall, the last city before I reach The Unknowns. Then... I'm on my own with no one. An are beyond our knowledge, beyond the maps;

The Unknowns.