Herobrine appears beside me, watching with amusement. I stare at him in utter disbelief and worry. What is wrong with him, asking me to do this!?

-Eliminate-

-Seto the Sorcerer-

-Magical consultant to King Jason Probst-

-Assignment due August 13-

-Assignment given July 13-

Well now I know. The friends I just made are all relatedntonthe king in some way. What mess have I gotten myself into?

“I just got actual friends! And now you want me to ruin it!?” I exclaim, anger evident in my voice. My little flashlight eyes are nearly sparking with energy, while Herobrine's emit a calming white glow.

Herobrine chuckles. “Well, it's not my fault you stumbled upon the King’s little ‘family'.” He replies, adding sarcasm to ‘family'.

“Yes! It is! You're the one who controlled where I dropped in the Overworld! You put me near here on purpose!” I growl, throwing my hands up.

“Whatever you need to think kid. Either way, you've got ‘till the middle of the month to present me a solid plan.” Herobrine advises.

“Screw your plan!” I yell, clenching my fists.

“Screw my plan?” Herobrine smirks. “Do you want to come back?”

“No…” I mumble angrily.

“That’s what I thought.” Herobrine sighs. “Just… get it done, okay? I'll have to punish you if you can't.”

I shiver, nodding. Both of us would like to avoid punishment. I'm under the assumption that I'm the only one in this world that he doesn't like to hurt.

I could be wrong. He tends to use a smile as his default expression.

But, he will. Oh, he will. Punishments include sitting in a cell in the dungeon, and getting no nourishment. Being mostly god, I don't have to worry about dying, but that doesn't make it any more enjoyable.

There's also the fight, where I am flung into an arena with enderman and wither skeletons. Herobrine knows I won't kill them, because I am either partial to them, or too kind to harm them.

I don't like being a murderer. It's not something I enjoy. However, I'll do it if it comes to it. I'll do it if I have to.

“Okay, okay! Seto’s done for, just… why?” I ask, grimacing.

“Because.” Herobrine says. “I need to disable the Gold kingdom. It's a driving force in this world, which, with your help, I intend to-”

“Don't start that pigmanshit again.” I frown, interrupting. “I'm not helping you take over the overworld. You know that.”

“Oh come on son!”

“Don't… don't call me son here.” I wince. (Call me son one more time!)

“Don't tell me your ashamed of me!” Herobrine gasps, flinging his hands in the air.

“What if I am!?” I challenge, golden tears stinging my eyes.

“Well then, maybe I do need to punish you!” Herobrine growls.

“And what of your assignment, huh?”

Herobrine frowns, digging his nails into his palms. A drop of bleach white blood hits the floor. I managed to make a god bleed without even touching him.

The thought makes Herobrine angry.

“FINE! SCREW MY DUMB MISSION!” Herobrine screams.

I take a step back, his reaction surprising me. Did he really give up that easily? I messed up if I made him that angry.

“W-What?” I question.

“I said, SCREW THE MISSION! Stay here for all I care!”

I stare at Herobrine, my father, in utter disbelief. I knew our relationship was on and off, but we've never gotten this bad before. He must really want this mission.

But it's for his take over the world scheme. I refuse to play a part in that fiasco. I don't want to take over the world. I want a father, and a home, and friends.

Now I have friends, but no home and… possibly no father. I messed up. I need to fix this.

“W-Wait dad I-”

“No.” Herobrine deadpans, cutting me off. “You've gone too far this time.”

This makes my blood boil. “I've gone too far!?” I yell angrily.

Herobrine nods solemnly. My teeth show, and sharpen to points. I can feel my wings about ready to burst from my skin.

“You, you child!” I growl. “You want to take over the world! Do you even know how conceited and dumb that sounds! You punish me for my inability to kill, and take me from every potential friend I've ever met! I've seen almost nothing but red walls and magma cream for my entire life!” I rant.

Oh, but I'm not done yet.

“I mean, I knew things weren't good between us, but why in the Aether have I gone too far!? I wanted to see the world I was born in, and make friends with people my age!”

Herobrine’s eyes widen, but then set again in firm resolve. He isn't going to change his mind.

“I was protecting you!” He shouts. “My first time in this world was Hell! Literally Hell! I lost control of my powers and got banished to the Nether! By my brother!”

“Well maybe you should have left me with him! Even he would have done a better job than you!” I growl.

Herobrine's eyes widen in shock. His teeth sharpen to fangs, and his hair lights aflame with flickering white fire. His fists draw more white blood, leaving small pools on the floor of my borrowed room.

“I did you a favour and placed a silencing spell on your room.” Herobrine whispers angrily. “But I'm leaving now.”

My gaze softens at his hurt expression. I reach a hand out, but he holds me back with a force spell.

“Father I-”

“I don't care. I can't call you son, so you can't call me father.” He hisses softly. “If I see your face in the nether, you won't ever see the surface again.”

His voice drops to a barely audible whisper. “Choose.” He states menacingly. “Me, or this petty life?”

I stare in shock as he disappears in a puff of black smoke. My empty and made bed stares back at me, unflinching and unfeeling.

“What did I just do…” I mumble, in shock.

Before my eyes, my manilla folder fizzles into a black flame. I watch Seto’s picture slowly burn into a crunchy charcoal. It dissolves into remnants of Cinder on the floor.

My legs feel wobbly and weak. I slide down onto my knees, running my fingers through the burned paper. I don't even feel the sizzle of my skin on black fire.

“What have I done!?” I whisper loudly, golden tears slipping down my revealed, golden, glowing eyes.

Only a reminder of what I am. Who’s son I am.

No. I'm not there anymore, and I've made my decision.

I will never be there. Ever again.

I'm staying here. I'm choosing ‘this petty life’ over my own father. The one who brutally raised me, but raised me nonetheless.

I'm a traitor.

A tapping sound echoes in my room, sounding from the window. Wiping my tears, I slip my sunglasses back on. I run a hand through my curly brown hair, and walk tentatively to the window.

I pop it open, and in zooms a white blur with a quiet, high pitched shriek.

“Woah!” I stumble, tumbling by the chest at the end of my bed.

The blur stops making noise, and bumps into the wall with an “Oomf!”. Groaning, the blur pulls its sluggish, white body upright.

“A… a Ghast?” I murmur, confused. “What are you doing here, little buddy?”

It shakes its head. By the body shape and extra tentacles on its head, this ghast is a small girl. A child, even. Maybe not even two years old. Still shaky on Herobrine's use of ancient tongue, but good at Ghast speak. Good thing I can do both.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, using little, soft, higher pitched sounds.

She looks up at me with big black eyes, shivering. “I-I… I came here for y-you… y-your h-highness!” The poor girl stutters. “You're n-not trying to d-do harm, a-are you?”

I chuckle, petting her head gently. “No.” I laugh. “That's kind of how I'm here. Father- erm… Herobrine, just literally banished me.”

Golden tears creep into my eyes again, but I keep them at bay. The little Ghast girl perks up, some of her tentacles waving and raising her into the air. She doesn't seem to have a solid hold on flying yet.

“Really!?” She exclaims. “T-That's terrible, but… g-good-ish? I came to you, c-cause I know you won't make m-me hurt p-people…” She sniffles.

I smile softly, more tears pickling my eyes. Man, I really am a softy, aren't I? A big, fluffy pushover.

“Yes, you're right there. I won't make you do harm.” I hum comfortingly. “If it seems that you shall stay awhile, what do I call you?”

The girl frowns. I find myself slipping into a more ancient tongue, like what Herobrine speaks. She must be struggling to understand me.

“Sorry!” I apologize. “I asked what I should call you.”

The girl smiles. “I don't know yet! Ghasts don't get names until they unlock their flame.” She says.

That takes me aback. That's a small bit of mob culture that I didn't know. I understand that their flame is their ability to hurl fire, but I never knew that they didn't get their names until they made a fireball.

“Is it alright if I name you?” I ask slowly. Thankfully, the girl nods.

“Okay.” I say, thinking. “I may have to ponder this… erm, sorry. I need time to think of a name.” I mutter, stopping myself from slipping languages again.

“Okay, I can wait!” The Ghast girl says cheerfully. I don't think she understands the concept of running away yet. The idea that she can't ever see her parents again.

She'll understand really soon. In the meantime, I need to name her. I have nothing so far. (Ideas?)

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Well. I did technically get it out today! Even if it is five minutes before tomorrow!

Sorry it took so long. I had Christmas plans. Speaking of, I posted an Xmas special! Read that!

The other thing is a preview for someone who may be making my cover.

Anyway, enjoy!

Snickers out!