Thank you everyone for the support! :D I am thinking about doing a Q&A and let me know if you would like a sequel or something. Picture above from CloudSorcerer28.
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The years had passed by, life being fairly well considering the horrors that we had been through. It was peaceful for the most part, living our lives as normally as we could and moving on from those dark days. Although at times we still remembered, no longer haunted by a monster but by the memories of our days of suffering. But we had each other to help and comfort one another. We remained a family until the very end.
Some called me a god, a saint, others said that I was just Herobrine in disguise waiting to make my next move. I accepted the accusations, not caring about what anyone thought. With my abilities and the dragon, no one ever dared to try and take our empire down, not those who were smart enough at least.
I even became Grayson's next in line to the throne, a commander, a duke and then a heir, promising that I would take his place if he ever died before me. At first I was reluctant to accept but I eventually gave in.
Lalea and I were married and had a beautiful daughter whom we named Landen. She grew up into a beautiful, well behaved woman. She was so smart and kind to us, raised right despite my poor mental health. I loved her with all my heart.
Xavier and Endy were married as well, but they never had any children of their own. Mia continued with archeology and Nathan became one of the empire's most skilled generals. I never thought the kid would have it in him to get so far and grow so much. Also coming as a surprise, Jane became a spy once she was old enough, her own way of honoring her father and making him proud.
Years passed by, everyone seemingly getting older while I stayed the same. My fears were realized. I could not age. I was immortal. I could not find a way to reverse it and make myself mortal again. I did not have the diamonds, I could not find any spell. Heck, not even using a manyullyn blade on myself worked. It could hurt me but it could not...kill me. This was my eternal punishment...
Grayson grew old and became crippled, having lost the ability to stand on his good leg, eventually needing a wheelchair to get around. I stayed true to my promise...
He passed away from old age and I became the new king but fell into a deep depression. Not even my family or summoning Armen's spirit was enough to bring me out of it. Mia, as if her very name spelled out her destiny, went M.I.A on an archaeological mission. Not even I could track her or her team down. I heard rumors that she gave up life at the empire to become a pirate like her sister, but they were just rumors. Besides, why would she do that without telling me first?
Nathan was killed during battle after I became king, someone attacking us after years of peace. Xavier also died on the front line in a separate battle, then Endy fell into a depression. She never took her own life thankfully, and instead died of natural causes. Lalea, she died of old age as well, one of the last ones to leave me. I only had my daughter Landen and Jane left.
More years went by and I did everything I could to protect them and their families. I healed them when they were injured and sick, protected them when they were in trouble. Yet I could not move on from the family that I had lost. The depression from losing everyone never went away. Death is something you can not avoid, not any mortal at least. I resided my place as emperor and allowed my descendants rightfully claim it.
I watched society slowly rebuild itself, generations being born, growing up, and dying. Some people tried to worship me and pray to me, believing that I was God, but I made sure to always correct them.
Even with my power and efforts, I could not keep my bloodline alive. I still could not move on from the first friends that I had, the first people who I had called my family.
It was so hard...so hard to keep myself from becoming...like him. When I lost everyone, when I had nothing left to lose, I just wanted to take everything out on the world. I wanted to hurt someone so that I could enjoy their pain and ignore my own. How could I feel and want such horrible things? I broke down again, years ago, and I attacked a city, burned it to the ground. It did not make me feel better afterwards. Only so much worse.
I became what I never wanted to become...a true monster. Exactly like Herobrine. Then again, I already was just like that. A cruel, malevolent monster unworthy of life... A freak. A mistake.
Now here I stand in front of a series of graves that are centuries old. I made sure with all of my power that no one messed with them. They are big, a cemetery only for my family and friends, surrounded by trees and flourishing green grass. It is in the same place that we had buried Luke all those years ago. I was amazed to see how much a landscape could change in a few hundred years, the trees growing tall when there were none back when we fought the emperor that killed Grayson's family and Luke. I am standing in front of Lalea's grave, which is respectively next to our daughter Landen's. In order, the massive headstones started with Luke, where his body was and where I buried his hat years ago, then Grayson, Mia, Nathan, Xavier, Endy, and Jane. It was difficult to keep the family together since Jane died so long after the two of them. It then went from Jane, to Lalea, my daughter, and her son, and so on down the family line.
Now here I am alone, the last one. There from the beginning to the end. I stare down at their graves, too numb to cry as I remember the better days when we laughed and were happy. When for once, everything seemed right with the world. I smile, not noticing the tear running down my cheek. I am so sick of being alone, and even then I am never really alone. I have Armen whose spirit I can summon and all of these billions of people in the world, so why do I feel so empty? So tired of it all? So alone?
I look down at Lalea's grave, remembering our wedding day, and how scared I was the day Landen was born. I was a mess, even more so than Lalea! The corners of my lips perk up, a chuckle forcing its way up my throat. I just want to see her again. I just want to be happy again. But I have a plan...I have a plan to see her again, to see them all again!

"Drake. I know what you're thinking. Please, don't do this!"

I turn my head and see Armen's spirit standing there, his transparent form gazing at me with a twinkle in his eye and a begging look on his face. He knows what I am going to do somehow, like he is reading my thoughts. His eyes glimmer as if they are tearing up. I chuckle as I speak.

"I can't take this anymore, Armen. After everything that I've done...everything that I've lost...I feel...alone and lost. A man can only life for so long, see so many people he loves die before he begs for death. I've been broken for too long... This will fix everything."

I turn my entire body around to face him, lifting up my right hand and place my thumb and index finger together. Tears are coming from my eyes, the first time I have really cried in years. He growls and steps forward, getting mad at my decision.

His voice echoes from the vail. "This is wrong! Think about everything that you're taking away from everyone! Think about Lalea and Grayson and everyone! Are you really going to take peace away from them?"

My arm lowers as I think about it. I would be dragging them out of paradise and make them suffer through all of the pain of living all over again. My smile returns as another thought comes to my mind. My arm comes back up, my fingers firm in their place.

"Maybe, but I've taken everything from many people...What if I can remember everything? I can prevent so much, let them all live happy lives! I can make everything perfect!" I let out a loud and long laugh at the thought, needing it to be real.

He screams, "And if you don't remember?! Dr-"

I cut him off, my grin that surly gave off a vibe of insanity widening and my faint pupils must be constricting. "Or perhaps...I can make it so that none of this ever happens! No Herobrine, no mass death...no me to screw everything up!"

" Drake, this isn't the way-"

"Then what is the right way?! I never asked to be this...god, this half demonic monster! I never wanted to be immortal! Why would anyone want this?!" My sobbing worsens, mucus leaking from my nose.

He shakes his head. "This is beyond cruel and insane! Please, just let them all have their happy ending!"

I start laughing again. "I am cruel and insane!" I laugh once more, tears flowing from my eyes. "There is no such thing as a happy ending! This is the closest to being happy that I can get!"

I paused. "I am sorry Armen, but I have to do this."

His eyes grow wide. His arm shoots out as he screams out my name, pleading for me to stop and rethink my actions. I have rethought it over and over again but the voices in my head keep telling me to do it, their whispers becoming too much to ignore. I have to do this. What other choice do I have without having to suffer for eternity? Just take it, Drake. Just get it all over with.

"I'm sorry... I will see you soon!"

It was then that Armen understood what Herobrine had meant when he said that I would doom us all. I could read it from him. It was then that he understood what my eternal punishment truly was. Yet I was too blind with sorrow to see the facts myself.

"Drake!"

I snap my fingers, then there is a bright white light that begins consuming everything. The clock turns backwards, everything going in reverse. It all grows dark and everything fades away. The world around us, our memories, life itself...it all just disappears into nothing. No more feeling within my body, no more thoughts, or memories. No smell or taste or sight. No more love, nor hate, nor pain, nor joy or sorrow. Just a blissful numbness. Just darkness. The vast, numb void of non-existence.

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I screamed and jolted awake, sweat covering my face. I looked down at my hands, my fingers shaking uncontrollably. I was gasping, my heart racing with my blood rushing throughout my body. I looked out of the window to see the dark moonlit sky sparkling with bright stars and the vast trees of the forest. I heard the occasional distant hoot of an owl and the muffled chirping of a cricket. I looked around my room as I heard creaking, pulling the covers closer to my body. It is probably just this creepy house settling. It was just a nightmare, but...what was it about again?
I hissed and grabbed my head that was pounding. A headache? Ow. It hurts! I lowered my arm, my attention shifting away from the pain as I heard another sound coming from within our new house.

  "Collin?" I heard a small, squeaky voice say my name.

I turned my head and looked at the door as my little brother walked in. I squinted to see him better in the darkness before my eyes adjusted again. His blonde hair was messy, his greenish blue pajamas all wrinkled up. His long hat hung behind him, the end swaying gently from side to side. He stared at me with his wide cyan eyes that were filled with worry.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. "Armen? Why are you up so late?"

He tilted his head down and looked up, giving me puppy dog eyes. "You screamed... Did you have a nightmare?"

I sighed and looked away, my face growing warm in embarrassment. I actually woke him up screaming? All because of a little nightmare? I huffed and grabbed the covers over my legs and pulled them up, laying back down.

"It was nothing Armen. Just go back to sleep."

I heard a spring on my bed get pushed down and felt a corner lower. I sighed again, sitting up to look at Armen now sitting on the edge of my bed. He stared at me for a moment, then looked at the ground. I sat straight up as I noticed his guilty expression, or perhaps it was uneasiness or both.

  "I know that you don't like it here. I'm sorry that I picked out this house. I should have asked you first before asking mom and dad."

I sighed and sat back up, crossing my legs underneath the covers. We had just moved in and sure, the house was crap, the basement was unsettling, and the school was filled with bullies, but Armen's heart was in the right place. That was all that mattered I suppose. Yet that basement. It sent chills down my spine. I was the only one who went down there. I was the only one who saw that break in the world, the void that acted as a crack in the barrier between the realms. I have no idea how it got there, but it terrifies me.
I read stories, legends about a powerful spirit known as Herobrine or whatever. I was already hearing voices, tempting me to go down into that dreadful basement and set him free. It was almost like he was somehow calling out to me from his distant realm, as if we were bound by destiny. Was it truly Herobrine himself or just my anxious mind? He could give me the power I needed. I could finally be stronger than those bullies at school, I could protect Armen and this family, I could have it all. I planned on summoning him eventually, but I was worried. Was I making the right move?

I tried to cheer my brother up so he would go back to bed. "It's fine, Armen. I'll get used to this place in due time. It just takes patients. I'll be alright."

  "Well if you're okay, then I'm happy!"

A sudden pain spiked in my head. I hissed and clawed at my scalp, biting my tongue.

  "If you and the others are okay...then I'm happy!"

What was that about? For a moment, I felt a feeling or dread, yet happiness. I opened my eyes, lowering my arm as I looked back at Armen who was staring at me with worry filling his face. "Collin, are you okay?"

I forced on a small grin. "It's just a little headache! It will go away once I get some proper rest."

I lifted up my arm and slipped my hand under his hat, ruffling my fingers through his hair. He shook his head and pulled away, rubbing his head in annoyance as he told me not to do it again. I just snickered as he put his long hat back on firmly in its place. I smiled and pat him on the back, telling him to go back to bed. He was hesitant at first, but eventually stood and slowly shuffled over to his small, dark room. As he stood in the doorway, he looked back at me with those wide childish eyes.

"Are you sure? You're okay, right?"

"Drake? Are you okay?" Who is... Drake?

I shook my head and laughed, but did so quietly as to not wake mom and dad. "Yes, I'm sure. No need to worry. I'm okay. Now go back to sleep. Good night."

I laid back down, pulling the covers over myself once again and turning my body to face away from him. After a few seconds of silence, he said "good night" back. I heard the old wooden door creak and the latch click as he finally closed the door. I remained motionless until I heard the creaking of floorboards coming from his small room, listening to be sure that he was back in his soft, plush bed. I sighed when it all became moderately silent aside from the noises coming from the bugs and owls that called out from the other side of the bedroom wall.
I sat back up and hugged my legs, looking down. What was that deep voice in my head about? Why was it there? Why did it sound like mine own voice yet...different? I looked out of the window as I saw a light out of the corner of my eye. I gasped, but saw nothing. You are just getting paranoid Collin. I sighed and laid back down, clawing at my pillow. Why does this all feel so...familiar? It feels almost like I have done this before, like deja vu but... I do not know. I just need rest.

"No matter what, we end up here. The battles, the pain. The whole cycle continues endlessly like a clock restating at the strike of midnight each day." Why did that thought come to my head?

I closed my eyes and tried to drift back into unconscious, feeling my body grow heavy and feel as if I was sinking into the mattress. I began to drift away from awareness and reality, letting the realm of dreams grip me and pull into its embrace. Yet I could not scratch the felling that I was being watched. I could not get rid of this overwhelming feeling of dread. Like... there was something I needed to remember.

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