Notch was walking alone through the forest. No mobs seemed to spawn however, which was quite out of place. In all of his many years of life, Notch spent most of his time, wondering how Herobrine was living in this world. He would always wonder, because he was indeed the creator, and his younger brother would never be able to surpass him. Herobrine would always manage to escape a battle with incredible injuries, some even life threatening...but he would somehow always return. Because of this, Notch constantly wondered where he could be hiding, and the last time they met and battled, it had been two weeks ago. His young brother had not one, but two sword gashes. One in his back, and another in the stomach. Not to mention the arrows in his left arm and right leg. He was bleeding from a head injury, the dark crimson liquid covering his eye. Herobrine fought with his weakened body and, obviously, did not prevail... Notch struck him with a concentrated bolt of lightning, his opponent retreated without a trace. He thought of his brother, how they used to be so close, but he never corrected him when he called that man, his "Brother."

As he continued to traverse the forest's natural pathway, he began to feel an unusual power...Though, it was very faint and weak. So, he ignored it. However, walking deeper into the woods, his eyes spotted tiny blots of blood on patches and trunks of trees...this also included discarded arrows. His mind immdiately thought of his brother...and the regret he felt when he had to defeat him...

"What if he wanted to say something...before I struck him down...?" He suddenly heard a small, quiet moan. It wasn't a zombie, because it sounded much more...human. Moving closer to the source, he noticed a bushes leaves, soaked in crimson liquid. As he neared moreso... he saw the bleeding figure of his brother. He was uncounscious, with his face laying in the dirt - all while bleeding out. Notch moved closer to his injured sibling...

"This is my opportunity..." He unsheathed his sword, "To finish you off..." He raised his diamond sword in the air to kill his brother, but Herobrine let out another pained, and heart wrenching sound that immediately caught Notch's attention. The eldest brother sighed and raised his sword again, slowly, but surely...Before he finally swung the weapon. When it came in contact with Hero's back, it pierced and made a deep cut. The injury sent another wave of pain through the injured mans body and clenched his battered hands into fists, before relaxing them. He released a silent scream of pain and agony which came out as only a whimper. The sight was more than Notch could bare...
"Brother-!" His voice trembled and filled with absolute regret. His hands tried to sooth Herobrine's cutes and deep lasting injuries, and his fingers became staned with his brothers blood... The injured man gripped onto what was left of his own diamond sword at his brothers touch. However, Notch didn't take notice of a larger shard that had been broken off of an iron sword - deep inside a gash in Herobrine's body. The elder brother moved his arm to the shards visible parts and pulled on it as gently as he could, before the piece of iron was finally removed from the wound. Herobrine sighed in relief.

"I must admit...You've had a very hard time brother..." Notch started, seeming a bit worried, "If you took that opportunity to come back to the Aether...None of this would have happened. You could have had anything, and everything there... But what I still can't understand is...what happened to you for all of this evil to fill your heart...?" He stroked one of the redish-brown strands of hair out of Hero's face. "I have been wondering, pondering, thinking... Just why couldn't I dispose of you? ...It's because I miss the real you...The Herobrine that helped me create this vast world. Even if you were banished, I would have thought you would come back, and ask for forgiveness... But instead...you returned for revenge...and for that...I admire your strength." The injured brother wanted nothing more but to scream, however all of his efforts came out as pained, unheard moans. His chest rose slowly and painfully - difficulty with breathing was obvious thanks to his injuries.

"I know it hurts brother... Did you know...that whenever someone needed help, they would come to my side...While you...were taking on th entire world on your own...? Did you know that I saw the unmistakable fear in your eyes...when I first confronted you? To humans and mortals, you are a simple bedime story to keep young children in line. To others, you are a forsaken demon that should burn in the Nether for all eternity."

The white-eyed man let out another shaky breath, and opened his mouth to take in a fresh breath of air.
"I tortured you, whenever we fought...you would always retreat with countless injuries and wounds, while I would have small cuts and minor bruises," Notch continued, "You were always being rejected...over and over, again and again. Not a soul would offer you help, but you always rose." He stopped stroking his brother's tossed hair, and put it on his eye level.
He turned the injured man onto his back carefully, looking over Herobrine's crimson stained face whilst the red liquid seeped into his eyes. He gave another moaned. His chest somehow seemed to have aquired worse injuries than his back. There were big, gaping wounds that would most likely leave more than permanent scars on his stomach. Perhaps he did this to himself as he tried to pull it out the weapon, or perhaps as he fell.