couple of carrots here, water there, an iron pickaxe in another. They were already happy with their findings but in the last chest was something Steve nor had Pigphelas ever seen before….It was a compass! Steve had heard about them, but had never seen one in real life or even held one! He knew that there was a reason they had gotten lost in the desert. He tucked away his new prize, ate a few carrots with Pigphelas and they both headed out of the mysterious temple and on their way into a plains biome; with compass in hand, he hoped to find the next clue to lead them to Herobrine.
Chapter 4: Hope on the Horizon
After a while, the compass lead Steve and Pigphelas to a small village on the plain; just a few houses surrounded by gardens and fields of grass. The villagers looked surprised to see a player, especially one riding a pig. They crowded around and asked Steve where he had come from and if he would like to trade some raw chickens for an emerald.
Steve told them all about his recent troubles, from the rustling the first night to his house burning down. The villagers seemed concerned, but didn’t say anything useful. Pigphelas was staring down some of the local horses. Steve finished off his story by talking about the stone he had found in the ruins of his house.
“It said ‘when you least expect it Herobrine’. Do any of you know what that means?”
At the word ‘Herobrine’, most of the villagers shuddered and looked around, as if they had just heard a creeper behind them. One villager even ran into the nearest house and closed the door. The huddle around Steve got much closer.
The village librarian glanced over his shoulder once more and whispered to Steve, “We don’t talk about him.”
Steve was getting freaked out by the villagers’ behavior. “Him? Herobrine is a person?”
The librarian looked around again. “Here, you’d better come inside.” Steve and the villagers went to one of the larger houses, and once the door was closed, the librarian began to talk.
“Herobrine’s more than just a person,” he whispered. “He used to be a player like you. He built and mined and everything. He would even come down and trade with us sometimes. But then he went on a mining trip to go as deep below the earth as he possibly could and something happened. When he came to the village, he didn’t talk to any of us; he just built a five by five pyramid and left.”
Another villager chipped in. “That’s when he started taking the leaves off trees. Something down there must have drove him mad.”
“Does he dig two by two tunnels as well?” asked Steve.
The villager nodded. “He’s not human anymore. His eyes glow.”
“Some people have seen him teleport like an enderman,” said another.
“The grass burns up wherever he walks.”
Steve was getting worried. He looked outside and saw Pigphelas rolling around on the grass. He looked back at the librarian. “Is there a way I can stop him?”
The librarian looked around at his fellow villagers. “You might be able to defeat him, but you’ll need the very best weapons and armor. It’ll have to be diamond and enchanted for you to stand
a chance. I can do the enchanting here, but you’ll have to find the diamonds. Herobrine will tear this world apart if someone doesn’t stop him, and you’re our best shot.”
Steve looked around and nodded. “I have to try, at least.” The villagers began filing out the door, some of them patting Steve on the shoulder as they went by.
“One last thing,” said the librarian. “If you give me an emerald, I’ll give you three pieces of paper.”
“Uh… maybe
Janwillem van de Wetering