War of the Scar-Realm

Sorry this took a year and 5 days exactly... I forgot about this story. But here's part two of the Scar-Realm series. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Prologue
Herobrine sat in his throne of bones, tapping his finger against his head. A creeper came before him, kneeled,

and stood up.

"Did you find him, then?", Herobrine rasped.

"Yes sir." answered the Creeper, hissing as he pronounced his 'S'.

"And?"

"He's preparing an army."

Herobrine widened his eyes at this, and then closed him again.

"Notch will pay for murdering my friend, attempting to kill me, and leaving me with this need to drain other's

life essence. Speaking of which..." he croaked.

The Creeper nodded, and brought out a captured Notchville villager. He was shaking his cage, screaming 'LET ME

OUT!', but Herobrine needed this. He needed to drain his energy, otherwise he would die. Oh, the gift of the

breathe of Ender.

Herobrine lifted his fist. It began to glow purple, and suddenly tendrils of glowing purple strands with pink

streaks came out of it, slithering towards the villager in the air. The villager gulped, and tears went down

his face.

"Notch will kill you!" were his last words before the tendrils enticed his neck like a boa constrictor, and

began to rip his soul of his body. The villager felt no pain, but his soul did. His soul, rather than finding

a new body to live in, was sucked towards Herobrine. Herobrine reeled his head back, and opened his mouth, and

the soul was sucked in.

His voice was back to normal, his skin looked less vampiric, and he looked normal. He stood up, slid on his

black armor, and looked at the Creeper.

"Get the Realm-Gate open. We attack that village today. Oh, how Notch will pay for what he did to me when I was

a mere fifteen years old. He ruined my life. He doesn't know that I still live thirty years later."

Aftermath of Scar-Realm: Beginnings
Notch ran through the door, bursting in on his mother and father cooking dinner for him and Herobrine. He

forced out some tears. He panted.

"What's wrong, dear?" asked his mother.

"It's Herobrine... he-he-...oh my.... it's horrible!" he shouted.

"What? What happened, Notch?" asked his father.

"I found Herobrine with some mobs. He told me to go away, so I did. And as I left, I heard him scream. So I

ran back...and...and... he was lying there, in a puddle of blood. They killed him!" said Notch.

His mother fell to the floor. She began to cry. His father wrapped his arms around her. Notch smiled as they

looked away. They would never know...

Herobrine fell to the floor, in the Scar-Realm. He panted. His eyes were still flickering. He smacked himself

on the head, trying to drown out the moans of the pigmen. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT. UP!" he screamed.

He knew what was happening. He was going insane. More, and more, as he thought of his brother. Heard the moans.

And he liked it.

"COME ON! THIS CASTLE IS ALMOST DONE! SHUT UP!" he shouted. "Oh... I know...". He unleashed a burst of tendrils

out of his chest, rounded up the pigmen, and ripped their souls from their body. He reeled his head back,

eating their souls. "Ah...Peace at last." he said.

"Now to do this to Notch. Except, I kill him with these..."

Chapter 1
An Enderman stood in the Realm Gate. Activating this would require his death, but he didn't care, nor did

Herobrine. Herobrine just wanted Notch dead, the village burned, and maybe, just maybe, his dog.

"Go on. Activate it" Herobrine urged.

The Enderman gave one last nod to his friends, and ignited the realm gate with his soul, thinking of the town

and its location. His eyes went black, and he fell forwards, hitting the floor just as the Scar-Realm shook.

And so did the sky in the overworld, as a huge, purple opening appeared above it, the villagers confused and

dizzy from the shaking.

Herobrine jumped through the gate, hitting the floor. His army of creepers, spiders and Endermen followed.

"Where is... NOTCH?" he bellowed.

The villagers looked at the town hall. Herobrine grinned, and marched forward to the doors of the hall, and

punched them open, finding Notch at his desk at the end of the room.

"I've been...expecting you." said Notch, his black beard now showing streaks of gray, as was his hair. He stood

up. "Please, Herobrine, I know what you've come for. You want the people of this village dead... and me. I'm

sorry for that day... I was young and stupid."

"Do you have kids now?" asked Herobrine.

"Yes" answered Notch.

Herobrine took out his Blackgate Sword. "I'll make sure I reap their souls first."

Notch unsheathed his sword. "Not over my dead body."

Herobrine got ready to lurch forward. "That's my point." He grinned, and ran forward, meeting with Notch's

powerful block. Notch took a strike, and then Herobrine took a strike, and this ensued for five minutes

straight, until Notch slashed Herobrine in the leg.

Herobrine looked up, his eyes now filling with rage, quite literally. They glowed purple, and he shot out a

beam. Notch collided with the wall, and then fell to the floor. Herobrine got ready to stab Notch, until a

man speared him away.

"Who are you?" Herobrine asked.

"I am Steve." said the man.

"Ah... Notch's slave." Herobrine teased.

"Warrior" Steve corrected.

And then, as Herobrine went to go in for a blow on Steve's head, Steve dive-rolled away, and unsheathed his

sword. Then Herobrine kicked Steve into a wall, and then grabbed him, and threw him on the floor. Steve got up,

and clashed his sword against Herobrine's. He tried this several times, but fled away. He took out a bow, and

hit Herobrine in the shoulder. Herobrine looked at him, smiled, and ran out the door.

He took out a flint and steel, and set a house on fire.

He ran to his house, and found his aged wolf. "Hey there, guy..." he said. Wilfred jumped up at him. "I missed

you too, buddy..." he flickered back to his normal form.

"No!" he screamed.

He fell on his back, staring down at the hole in his chest. It hurt. He looked up. And his mother and father

were standing over him.

"Herobrine...?" said his Dad.

"You're not dead..." said his mum.

Herobrine groaned, and shook his head. "Mother, father! Notch... he stabbed... me...whatever... he.... told...

you... is... a...l-...l-...lie...." he groaned. 'REVERT! REVERT!' he shouted at himself in his mind. If he

stayed like this, he would die. "Help... me..." he said. He couldn't control this. This was fifteen year old

him speaking. "HELP! HELP ME, MOTHER AND FATHER! YOU NEVER HELPED ME! YOU ONLY HELPED NOTCH! I HATE YOU!" he

screamed. YES! He was regaining control. He suddenly flickered back to his normal form, and stood up again.

"It's true." he said.

"Yes... there was always something about Notch's story that didn't seem right..." said his father.

"And now he will die." he said.

His father gave a puzzled look. Then, Herobrine whisked around and stabbed his dog. Then, he knelt down and

touched him, his hands glowing purple. Then his dog stood up, his eyes glowing purple too. Then, the house

caught fire.

Herobrine ran, and jumped up at the portal, taking his army, who had been fighting the local villagers, came

up with him.

"I need to recover" said Herobrine.

"Sir, we can't just leave the gate open like this! They will come through, and attack." said an Enderman.

Herobrine turned around, shot a purple beam out of his eyes at him, killing the Enderman instantly, and

retreated into his castle.

"We attack later. I need rest." he said, catching his breath. Since his 'revert', he hadn't been feeligng

quite right...

Notch gathered the villagers into the time square. "As you all know, my brother, Herobrine, attacked our town.

I always knew he wasn't dead, and that he wanted revenge for what I did to him. What I did to him, I must tell

you... After thirty years, I haven't told you... and you all deserve to know. I stabbed him through the back.

I tried to kill him. But his mob friends saved his life, and sent him to the scar-realm. I deserve to die, too,

but he wants to kill you all, and I can't let that happen. So I will be taking an army up to the scar-realm

with me, to kill him. And you may kill me afterwards. But tomorrow, we will be heading up to that portal, and

killing him, and get this village out of harm's way. I was prepared for this."

Everybody cheered.

That morning, half a dozen soldiers waited to head up to the Scar-Realm. To kill Herobrine...

[TO BE CONTINUED]