The Mural

“So…” Harvester said. She was trying to break the awkward silence, but it just made it weirder. They were standing in front of the little pool they had fallen into. “Um, how do we get back out of here?” “I don’t know,” Smithy said with a sigh. “Maybe there’s a way out farther along the tunnel?” Fletcher suggested. “What do you think, Gameknight?”
 Gameknight didn’t answer. He still had the book in his hands, constantly reading and rereading it. The whole thing gave him the chills, but what really scared him was the note from M. If it was right, then Minecraft was doomed.
 And he couldn’t do anything to stop it! Apparently, someone else was gonna come and take his place. And they were part of a prophecy, not the one he had written. The User-that-is-not-a-user prophecy. A real wizard, or prophecy writer, or whoever did it, had obviously done it before.
   This was gonna happen. And when the Hero came, he couldn’t just say “Oh, sorry, but I’m the one in charge here!” He couldn’t say no! He had to turn over his position, to some person that was obviously gonna fail on protecting the Overworld! No, not just the Overworld, EVERYTHING! The One Who Must Not Be Named, whoever that was, would probably want his world too! And the Far Lands couldn’t just wriggle out of the equation either. What was he gonna do?
  Nothing! He thought angrily. Some idiot is going to lead Minecraft to its doom! And I’ll just have to watch! My friends-
   A yell interrupted his angry thoughts. He looked up and realized Smithy and Harvester were gone. They must have gone to look for a way out. In a moment, Fletcher and Gameknight were running as fast as they could towards the sound. But when they reached their friends, they were surprised. There were no monsters or any problem at all. Harvester and Smithy were simply standing in front of the wall.
    “What is it?” Fletcher asked. Gameknight looked up and gasped. A mural as painted up on the wall. It was actually more like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Gameknight had seen them once in a museum on a field trip. The first picture was of four people standing in front of a well. One of them had little lines above there head.
   It’s me, he realized. The next panel showed him again, on what looked like a wall. People were all around him, and he could see the tips of houses behind them. The village! He thought. Right in front of him, literally floating in the air, was a girl. Long hair flowed down her back, and she wore a dress that seemed to shimmer even on the wall. But the creepy part was her eyes. They had been painted with all different colors.
  The next panel showed Gameknight in an arena like area fighting a NPC with strange eyes. On a closer look, he realized they were bright white. His heart sank. Oh, no. On a closer look, he saw hundreds of stands. Every single one was filled with NPCs. He saw his friends, but the weird things were there were two other people with names above their heads.
   Next was him helping up someone with white eyes, and him talking to a smiling Herobrine. And there he was holding his swords against a girl with black eyes, and him and an User-that-is-not-a-user girl on horses while he carried a chest. And there was Herobrine with three other people, and Gameknight yelling at him to come back. Then Gameknight on the ground with Herobrine standing above him with a sword. And then him and Herobrine holding swords while something that looked half bird half human stood in front of them. And then Gameknight on his knees as Herobrine stood in front of him with his arms outstretched. A black user with red eyes and no server thread stood behind Herobrine.
   And then-

Gameknight moaned. “No, NO!” He said. Because, in the next panel, a picture of Herobrine on a small pillar was etched into the stone. Villagers swarmed around them, and the same two girl users were in the background. And Gameknight-
 Gameknight999 was bowing to Herobrine.
Gameknight’s head swam. He held his head in his hands and moaned. He completely missed the next few panels- Herobrine floating in the air with a red ball of magic in his hands, his mouth open as if he was screaming in agony. The bird man was floating in front of him, his eyes wide in shock and terror as he started to fade away. Then a confused looking user standing with a sword in his hands as Gameknight looked on in awe. The name, unlike Gameknight’s, was as clear as day.
  HEROBRINE

Then Gameknight was enveloped in white light, and so was Herobrine.

   Gameknight opened his eyes but didn’t see any of it. Instead, this was what he saw. Two glowing white eyes had been painted on the wall, with the word Herobrine painted above them. Gameknight stared at the floor and closed his eyes. He didn’t look up for a long time.