All That From A Snowball (A Herobrine Adoption Story)

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RECAP

     Steven strode over, standing before Brine, arms folded. The poor being leaned back, worry crossing his face.

     Did they... want him disabled to ensure their safety?

     Steven's next words were soft, "Will you stay here with us?"

     Herobrine's mouth fell open, the breath leaving his lungs. He... was asking him to stay??

     His mind seemed to grind to a halt, completely forgetting so many words he'd studied and practiced. All he could do was nod, choking out some sort of noise.

     But that was all Steven needed as he knelt, offering his arms. Herobrine didn't hesitate a moment, throwing his thinner arms about Steven's neck, burying his face in the broad shoulder. Warm hands pressed to his back, rubbing gently, soothing.

     "There, bud... you're one of us now, alright?"

     Jake didn't take long to invite himself into the hug, ruffling Herobrine's hair affectionately, "You'd be very silly to think you can escape us now, kid... welcome to whatever mess this is."

     Herobrine couldn't answer, his throat had closed up, and tears were now staining Steven's shirt.

     "Welcome home bud..."

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Closing In

     Every step was torture.

     The winds howled angrily about Ephrim, threatening to knock his feet out from under him as he struggled up a steep, rocky crag of a path. His legs were sore, everything was sore, and the pack on his back seemed to have gotten heavier. Sweat was running, tickling, down his back, hot breath misting before him, but his fingers and nose, and toes were all but numb.

     Another step, reach out. Grab an ice-cold, slippery rock and pull yourself up.

     Struggle upwards, slip, recover, repeat. Ephrim could barely see the heels of another climbing mercenary ahead due to the sleet-filled wind.

     He and Adarion's pack had been dragging themselves up the steep mountain path since dawn. Their horses had been either traded or stabled in a small town at the base of the mountain, as the climb would be far too dangerous for the animals. The stablemaster had warned of the harsh weather, that the men should wait for at least a month until the rains stopped, but a growl from Adarion had shut him up.

     These men defied death; it was their way of life.

     Slip, frantically catch a stone, place your foot in a more secure place.

     Ephrim groaned as he forced his sore leg over a large stone. Adarion, the fool, had insisted on taking the most little-used path. For stealth's sake, he'd said. The mountain's inhabitants would never see them coming, he'd said.