Look at the picture. And listen to Imagine Dragons. :D Introduction: It was once very peaceful in the Land of Minecraftia. Sure, there were a couple of Creepers and Endermen, but Spiders had been tamed, skeletons and zombies were trapped forever. Silverfish and the ever-growing Slimes were destroyed. Everyone was abandoning mining. Diamonds were becoming obsolete since they were commonly used for weapons and other combat gear. However, there were some that still mined and fought. Two brothers and one sister. Steve, Izzy, and Brian. Everything was great. Steve was a decent brewer and miner, Izzy was a farmer and hunter, and Brian was excellent at combat, and was great at enchanting, but he hated brewing and the same for how the potions tasted, too. But one day, everything they knew was about to change.
The Age of Herobrine (story itself) belongs to me. Minecraft and its elements belong to Mojang. Herobrine belongs to everyone.
