A story about Herobrine.
The crackles of the lava filled the kingdom of the nether. Sitting in the big throne is the lord of the nether, Herobrine. His dark, glowing eyes carefully looked around the room as he arose from his throne.
As he begone to walk to another room. He heard the quiet but clear sound of footsteps going behind the throne. Herobrine knew right away, somebody was there to kill him.
He stopped, standing at the huge door. His eyes looking to the sides to see if he is there.
"I know you are here again. Give up on this." He said as he turned back, his diamond sword ready in his hands. A man jumped out from behind the throne. He ran to Herobrine with full speed.
Herobrine threw his sword to his chest to block the slash that would of killed him. He swung back to knock the sword back. While the man was distracted, Herobrine kicked him in the gut.
As the man went flying, he threw his sword at Herobrine. Herobrine was almost sliced in the arm, luckily he just dodged it. "Close one, but not good enough