Survivor

I wake up. I can't remember anything, but somehow I understand what I must do. An image forms in my mind of my target: a man, someone tall and young-looking. He wears long, flowing robes and a crown, and he wields a scepter in one hand and a long, dark sword in another. He looks furious, as if he will destroy all that stands in his way of...what? But his most fearsome characteristic is his eyes: they glow. Not like a torch, warm and low. Instead, his glowing eyes are harsh, the light piercing through my body and soul. Then I open my eyes to se a wide expanse of grass. I suddenly think plains. How do I come up with these words. I certianly have never seen anything like it. In fact, I have not experienced anything before my waking up here. But I still think plains, and my mind thinks of the man again, and I say...

"Herobrine..."

It doesn't sound like a real word.