The Legend of Herobrine

Chapter 5 Resentment

  When he was bored, he tended to go to the Nether via a Nether portal at the basement of his mansion. He liked the flickering flames and the glowing lava sea. Sure, there was the almost unbearable heat, but he had grown used to it.

  He went to the Nether again, the heat washed over him, as always, a ghast moaned a hello and waved a tentacle at him.

  Brine waved back, as he levitated and flew across the lava sea, before diving into the searing hot liquid.

  Swimming in lava was lethal to most mobs and Mimecraftians. Not Brine. He absolutely loved it. He was the only one aside of the Nether mobs who could enjoy the pleasure of it.

  The burning stuff was warm to the touch for Brine, and it was thicker than water, but one thing was for sure. Nobody would ever get cold while swimming in lava. It always remained at a constant temperature, but if anyone stayed there for too long, the heat would get to them, but Brine was fine with the heat, although he wouldn't stay down there for too long, or else he would have to go ashore and cool down for a long long time again. Not that it hurted him, it just felt uncomfortable.

  A few pigmen dove into the fiery water to join the fun, as well as a few magma cubes, constantly bouncing up and down. Brine laughed as the cubes chased one another.

  A several ghasts also joined him, the ghasts were one of the most pleasurable company in the Nether, they were the ones who you could hold out long conversations with. It might take them a long time to trust people, but when they did, they were very loyal. But there was the fact that they were always moaning and crying, although if you managed to calm them down, they would talk.

  Brine hitched a ride on one of the ghasts, and steered it so it was flying in the air. Flying by himself was one thing, but riding another being was an entirely different thing.

  A Brine rode, the ghast drifted further away, carrying him to a place he had never seen before.

  Before him stood a large castle, made of nether brick and red nether brick, along with some stained glass and netherrack. There were a few watchtowers where blazes hovered in, and there were wither skeletons, ghasts and pigmen on guard duty.

  "Why did you take me here?" Brine asked the ghast he had been riding as it touched down on the ground, letting him slide down from its back.

  "To let you meet the king of the Nether," the ghast replied, "he has heard of you and had been wanting to meet you ever since."

  "Alright," Brine said, then walked towards the gates.

  Instantly, blazes flew into the air, spinning their blaze rods, preparing to throw fireballs, while the pigmen and wither skeletons, turned to him, their swords ready.

  "Whoa, calm down, guys," Brine said to them," apparently, somebody said that the king wanted to see me."

  The mobs exchanged confused looks, they apparently hadn't met anyone who would talk to mobs, besides Notch, who didn't even understand them.

  "Who are you?" A wither skeleton in iron armour walked towards Brine, its sword in its hand, as always.

  A normal Minecraftian would had discarded its speech as a hollow clattering sound, but Brine understood it perfectly, he replied in its language," I am Brine, brother of Notch."

  The mobs gasped, hundreds of pair of eyes were trained on him like targeting lasers, which made him uncomfortable. He wasn't used to so much attention.

  The skeleton seemed stunned, then regained its posture," This way then, Mr. Brine."

  Brine then followed it as the gigantic doors of the Nether castle burst open.