Hello again fanfiction world! This is a fic that's been in my head for a while now, and so I just had to do it! don't worry, I'm still working on Brothers In Aura, I've just been having writers block lately. :p anyways, hope you all enjoy! And please, R&R!
Prologue: it began in The End
The End, a harsh and nearly lifeless place, save for the indigenous Enderman and the mighty Ender Dragon. Now, however there was another figure among the Mobs, he wore blue jeans and a green shirt that slightly poked out from the jeans. He resembled Steve, the very first crafter. The figure approached the Dragon's obsidian and quarts temple and whispered into the great black beasts ear.
"it is time for the Overworld to feel our wrath, old friend." After saying this the figure turned, revealing his trademark white eyes: Herobrine had returned. . .
And that's that! Sorry that it's so short, but I'm planning on making a much longer chapter next time! :D anyways, please R&R, and if you do flame, please use a firebomb and get it over with! :P thanks guys, and I hope you all have a wonderful day!