Chapter 1 – The Only Heir

     Herobrine was cold. So very cold.
And then he was hot. So hot. He felt like he was going to melt into a puddle right there. It was like his body couldn’t make up its mind. Wherever he was, it was dark. Very dark. All he could see was blackness. It reminded him of something. He couldn’t put his finger on it. But it came to him, in waves. Waves of feelings. Sometimes it was only enough to annoy him. Sometimes he felt terror worse than he had ever felt before. He would scream and scream for no one but the darkness to hear. Sometimes it felt like the blackness was mocking him.
    But one day, or year, or moment, or however long he had been there, something changed. Like he had been doing a lot, he was wondering. Wondering about the physical world. Surely this wasn’t it. He would have seen something by now. At least, he thought. He really wasn’t sure anymore about anything. And every day, he felt himself sort of not caring anymore. He didn’t care that he hadn’t gotten the satisfaction of seeing the User-that-is-not-a-user killed by his own two hands, or watching the User-that-is-not-a-user scream with agony and grief as he watched Herobrine destroy everything that pitiful User cared about. He didn’t care he never saw the User-that-is-not-a-user on his knees before him, weeping for mercy.
    In fact, a small part of him was glad he never saw that. He wasn’t sure why. It felt like there was two different people in side his head. It had always felt like that, but the part of him that was glad Gameknight999 wasn’t dead had always been small. So small. But now it was big. And he was having nearly constant headaches. It felt like there was something driven into his brain, a little triangle. Like a computer chip.
   He was thinking about all that, suddenly he heard footsteps. And then he saw a person. A woman. A young woman. She had no unibrow, but no Username. She was obviously from Minecraft. “Hello, Herobrine.” The woman said cooly. “Who are you?” The virus said roughly. He coughed. His voice was rusty. He must have been here for a while.
    “You know exactly who I am.” The woman said smoothly. Herobrine eyed her. She was not tall, but not short. She had golden blonde hair that went only a ways down her shoulders. She wore a blue dress. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. The same was with the sleeves. The dress seemed to shimmer with- something. Herobrine thought it magic, but it wasn’t enchantment. It was something different. Herobrine hadn’t seen something like that since, well, never. But deep down inside him, he knew he had. He just couldn’t remember. A part of him deep down said he was that type of magic, but that was ridiculous.
     “I’ve never seen you before in my life,” he said truthfully. At least, he thought it was the truth. There was so much about himself he felt he didn’t know about. So many memories. So many feelings.
   “Oh, you haven’t, have you?” The woman said. She leaned closer. “I’m your wife.” “WHAT?!?” He yelled. “Your wife,” she repeated. “In a way.” “I don’t have a wife!” He fumed. “You probably know me better as That old hag! or, That old lady! or even That old geezer!”
   Herobrine scoffed. “I only ever called one person that, and their long gone.” “Oh, is she?” The woman challenged. “Oh course- wait, I never said it was a girl!” The woman closed her eyes and it seemed like her body was waving and reforming. When she opened her eyes again, she was a old hunched woman with a cane. “Oracle?” Herobrine asked in amazement. “But I killed you!”
   “You killed my body, but not my soul.” She said. Her voice was now raspy and scratchy. She morphed back into her younger self. “I was old in the outside, but on the inside I was always young.”
  “Well, what are you doing here?” Herobrine snapped. “I must tell you something. Something important. Something I’ve hid from you since we met.”
“What? Where am I?” He asked. “When you tried to go to the Overworld through the Gateway of Light, you were trapped in the machine the User-that-is-not-a-user uses to get back in forth from our worlds. His father broke the computer chip you were in. I had to use my magic to bring back pieces of the chip so you would be here in one piece. Herobrine looked down, but all he saw was darkness below him. “Where’s the REST of me?” He cried. “All I was able to bring back was your eyes, mouth, ears, and your brain. The rest was beyond my control. “And I’m glad,” said another voice.
   Herobrine would have jumped if he could. Who said that? He thought. But, now that he thought about it, it was less like a voice and more like someone thinking it. His not-there skin prickled. Someone else was there.
   But before he could say anything, the young-Oracle spoke. “Herobrine… you have a daughter.” THIS was not what he was expecting to come out of her mouth. “I have a what?” “A daughter. I never told you because I knew you would come after her.”
  “How did this happen?” He yelled. “I’m just as confused as you are.” She said. “It started when I first appeared. I was right by you. I was aware from the start that something was wrong. Something was instantly off. After words, I made my home in the jungle. I was feeling worse and worse. Then one day, my stomach was swollen. Then I realized. I was pregnant. Two months later I gave birth.”
   “Well, where is she?” Herobrine asked. “And why does it have to be a girl? I would have liked a boy much better.” This time, what he heard in his head was a growl. The Oracles eyes narrowed and her voice lost its softness. “You do not get to call the shots, virus.” “Oh, who says I don’t?” He challenged. “But seriously, where is the brat?”
  A frustrated yell filled his head. The Oracle turned from him. She stared at somewhere beside them. “You can come out now,” She said.
   At first, he didn’t see anything. Then, he realized the air the Oracle was looking at was shimmering and wavering. And suddenly, like she was un-fading in a way, a tall but not skinny girl was there. She glared at Herobrine, as if he had already done something to make her want with every fiber of her being to attack him. She had long hair that hung down to her waist. Her hair was a strange mix of black, brown, and blonde. She had hazel eyes that glittered with inner loathing.
     “Ohhhhhhh,” he said slowly. “Ohhhhhh,” she mocked. She held a sword that to Herobrine looked perfectly normal, but it was of some kind of clear substance he didn’t think he’d ever seen before. He shook his nonexistent head. “Stupid inner self!” He thought.
    “Well, how do you know she’s mine?” He asked. “Show him,” the Oracle said. The girl nodded. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. They weren’t white like Herobrine’s, or even one solid color. They were a mix of all sorts of colors, constantly changing and fading. There didn’t seem to be any walls or floor in this place, so the light bounced off of everywhere.
  To anger him even more, his other self was in awe with the colors. His other self even showed a bit of care for the girl, and that frustrated him to no end.
   The Oracle bowed her head. “We’ve done what we came for,” she said. “Let’s go, Sky.” “Sky?” Herobrine echoed. “What type of name is that?” Faster than he could blink, a white arrow embedded itself below him. Looking again, he saw the arrow was quarts. The bow was white and pale gold. “Next time I won’t miss.”
    “So what do you want to call her?” The Oracle said. Sky spun around and glared at her mom. “You can’t be serious!” She snapped. “He’s your father,” The Oracle said. “He can call you whatever he wants.”
     Herobrine was quiet. “I will call her Void.” Void started forward, fuming. The Oracle grabbed her and held her back. “Sky,” she said. Void was shaking with fury. “Let’s just go,” she said.

                                 And they were gone.