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Having a lot of trouble writing To Walk lolll so...I got inspired and wrote tHis!

Ik it's short, bUt eNjoY and vOte if yA plZ

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RECAP

          Two cyan flashes and his legs felt like lead, but the grip on his hair kept him fighting to stand.

          The demon huffed, "Open your eyes, mortal."

          Steve hadn't even known he had closed them, and he blinked them open slowly to a familiar...and terrifying sight. Dark stones surrounded them, covered in dying vines and dust. Choked sunlight filtered through the gaping holed in the roof and walls, and dead grass rustled beneath the being's boots as he shifted impatiently. That...smell of death and fear and evil...it surrounded him again, making it hard to breathe.

          It was the place of his first memory...the place he had awoken in so many years ago.

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A Dark Path

          Steve's stomach churned, and he managed to whisper in horror, "W-what...w-why have you brought m-me here??"

          White eyes fastened on his face, and the immortal released Steve, letting him stumble back, shaking hands coming up to cover his mouth. Blue eyes roamed the crumbling, grey bricks, the dying plant life, and every lungful of stale, cold air seemed to suffocate him, just as it had when those soldiers had rescued him. The soldier's voice was only a whisper of horror, "W-we need to leave, I h-hate this place please, d-don't make me stay here—"

          "Cease your blathering, mortal." Strangely, the immortal's own voice was rather...odd. It was almost...numb, drained, and yet...calm.

          Steve shut himself up, standing on shaking legs as he watched the demon. He couldn't help it when his eyes darted to the vine-covered exit, but he snapped them back to the being's form as quickly as possible. He didn't wish to get on his bad side again.

          As he studied the immortal to keep himself from looking for a way out, he began to notice the unsurprised way the demon looked about the vile place, his expression calm, knowing. The demon's glowing gaze, however, halted on the black, crouching form of an altar set atop fractured steps in the center of the building. No light fell across the altar, not even a thin stream. Shadow and darkness clung to it, and it wrenched fear deep into Steve's very soul.

          The immortal, as his eyes lit upon the altar, felt the blood nearly freeze within him. The sounds of the mortal's pounding heart reduced behind him to a mere whisper as a flood of memories hit him. Staggering to this place, a book in hand, head aching as he strained to figure out what the words within had meant...

          It was dark, and thunder rumbled after lightning flashed overhead, threatening to strike the towering jungle trees. Rain drizzled down hesitantly, as though not wanting to soak the immortal who stumbled along the jungle path, unwary of his surroundings. The immortal was dazed, glowing eyes staring ahead, yet not seeing the muddy path before him. Large jungle leaves tried to cover the path, as though to keep him from going any further, but he brushed right through them, mindless of their presence.

          Those words...Notch had warned him against them, had told him never to read what he had recovered from those demon-worshipers' temples. But now...now he understood why Notch had been so afraid of those demonic servants of evil...why he'd insisted on burning all their books and writings, of silencing all their chants and evil prophecies...

          He had been being kept from knowledge...knowledge he should have been given, and yet...it should have never been made known to him. It weighed on him heavily... The book spoke of a form of darkness, one bred of the void, and yet set in a burning hellprison. It wanted nothing more than eternal darkness, for light burned it, it hated the light, hated all that light brought...

          ...and thus hated life.

          The immortal had pondered over this day and night, had torn up curtains in his room, destroyed beautiful furniture in his bewilderment. The book drove him mad and he hated it, but he couldn't stop his burning thirst for more...more...more... He knew he should have stopped in the beginning, after all, the people who had written it were nothing but disgusting, twisted puppets of this demon they served, even sacrificing their own kind, as they put it, to feed the darkness, for it loved death.

          The book was driving him insane, and he knew it. He knew it, and he could not stop it. The immortal tripped on a rock and he fell to his knees in the mud, eyes still staring blankly. Oh yes, he should have stopped...should have told Notch when he'd had the chance, should have taken his punishment and should have stopped hunting those horrible people...

          But he hadn't...and here he was. He could not eat, could not sleep, every waking moment's thought was consumed with the memories of those evil humans' beliefs and chants, the smell of blood from their vile sacrifices, the ugly, dark words they called to him even as they died...to turn, turn and become the darkness.

          The immortal looked up, tears pouring from his eyes, mixing with the rain that drenched him. Lightning shattered the silence again and the burst of light illuminated a temple looming above him, one he'd recently wiped out. His brother's voice rang in his ears, "Herobrine, never go to those dark places alone, especially at night. Evil has taken a firm hold there, and it will warp your mind, your thinking. Even going with others is dangerous, the darkness those humans have dredged up is from the void itself, and it can affect you in terrible ways. It is most strongly felt at night..."

          Herobrine staggered up and entered the temple, alone, in the dark.

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          Steve jumped, badly startled when the demon suddenly gasped, swayed, and fell to his knees, shaking. The young soldier stood, frozen, blue eyes fastened on the immortal's bowed head.

          He stayed down for several minutes, then shuddered, scrabbling up, whirling to face Steve, blank eyes wide. The amount of...emotion Steve saw in the other's face was shocking, and his voice, even more so.

          The demon choked out, "We...w-we need to leave this place. Now!"

          Then the other's hand was on his shoulder, and a cyan light consumed him once more, dragging him away from that awful place.

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          Nearly a thousand miles from where they had just been, Notch suddenly sat up straight in his chair, where he had been sitting, pouring over reports from his military encampments. His breathing increased a little, his heart pounding within him. There...for just a few minutes...

          ...He had felt his brother, in his own territory.

          Crushing sadness, guilt and hope poured over him all at once before he caught himself, walling off the onslaught of emotions, steeling his heart against feeling. His brother was his enemy now...he could not afford to care for him...not any longer.

          Notch stood swiftly, his eyes hardening. His brother had not left those signal-warping mountains for months, staying and hiding within that protected wasteland...what had he been doing here...

          ...and most importantly, would he return.

          Notch vanished from his room in a golden flash.

          He was going to get answers, and soon.

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aaYYYyyYy A bit mOre eh?? You liKE!?!

Anyhow yES I will tRY to work on To Walk a little more

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