Chapter 4 – Breakout

When the latest episode of Ghost or Hoax was broadcasted, Minecraftia went nuts. People who never watched it, watched it. People who didn't believe in the supernatural were questioning the credibility of the video and the believers were having a field day. So was the media. The papers headlined with the story, the talk shows contradicted it and social media loved it. But the real winner of the day was the cause of the event, Herobrine.

He sat sprawled on a large leather sofa watching the six enderman stolen television screens on the wall contently as each showed a different channel but all talked about the one thing, him. Anything that had anything to do with him was interesting to the world. Whether it was an interesting fact or an unconfirmed sighting, everyone wanted to know about the legend of the Minecraftian demon. But he wasn't stupid. He knew it would take a lot more to convince the world that a being they believed was a legend, was in fact alive and kicking.

"Hera, we need to leave… Now!''

"ALRIGHT DAD! I'm COMEING!"

"Don't sass me young lady!"

"Don't sass me young lady." Hera copied quietly in a mocking voice so her father wouldn't hear her. She packed the things she would use on the trip to the Fourth Kingdom and made her way down the ornate stairs to the door where her father was waiting.

"Didn't I tell you to hurry? We need to leave early to avoid traffic."

"There's going to be traffic no matter what."

With a large sigh from both of them, they stood in silence on the ride down from the apartment in the elevator. The car trip and plane flight were just an awkward and uncomfortable silence while they travelled to the Fourth Kingdom. But Hera was glad to get out of Central City for a while. Growing up, she and her parents always went to the country side whenever they could to spend time together. But since her mother had passed away when she was ten, seeing the countryside was a rare luxury as her father's job took priority, even over her. He is the president of Central City. And as rebellious as she was, Hera forced herself to play the part of the perfect daughter for the sake of his image.

Her father, President Leon Westenra, had promised her once she turned twenty, she could leave and pursue her own life, the catch being she still had to keep a good girl image for him. Hera looked out the small window of the private jet, only a month left now. She wanted to be on the ground. No matter if they had travelled in a car on the highway or taken a horse and carriage, she wanted to hold her head high in the wind with her hair whipping behind her. Just like her mother would. She was the spitting image of her mother, but what she wanted, was for her mother to be there.

When they were back on the ground, a horse drawn carriage was waiting for them to take them to the kingdom, much to Hera's delight. Against her father's order, Hera climbed to the top of the carriage to sit high with the coachman. They weren't in the city anymore, so she didn't care what he thought. With the horses in a comfortable trot on the smooth dirt road, Hera took her long, dark chestnut hair out of the hair ties and let it flow and whip in the breeze. She loved her hair, it was just like her mothers, thick and wavy down to her butt. It was always the first thing people would notice about her.

Then, in all its glory, the Fourth Kingdom came into view.

One of the biggest castles and kingdoms, its population was large and its defences strong. The stone brick walls lined with wooden window frames and some stained glass held tight shined in the morning sun. The surrounding land was cultivated by farmers with fields and livestock, protected by large fences beyond the walls to keep the hostile mobs out. When their carriage was pulled through the iron and oak doors, the town was abuzz with its citizens sauntering around, selling, buying and greeting each other with colourful banners strong between the large homes with spacious yards. The children laughed and played with each other, running between adults without a care in the world.

This was how Hera wanted to live. She hated the city. Central City may be the biggest, most incredible city in Minecraftia. But nothing compared to this lifestyle where the air was fresh and everything is green. Where life was simple.

"Leon!"

The call of her father's name alerted her to the king descending the stairs of his castle, King Lincoln Evermore. A thirty year old man fit and strong whose fighting skills were known throughout the land. He was tall with jet black hair and a classically handsome face with a squared jaw to make any woman swoon. Well, he is a king.

"Lincoln! How are you my friend?"

The men greeted with a solid hug and slap on the back. Hera had known the king since she was a little girl, back then the king had been much younger. But she had never liked him. She had always had this feeling her father was trying to set her up with him. He was handsome she admitted, but she wasn't going to see someone who was ten years older than her. She wasn't one of those woman.

"Hera." Lincoln had turned his attention to her, she pushed her hair from her face and tried to give on convincing smile. "You look as beautiful as ever, just like your mother. Has your hair grown longer?" His flattery would get him nowhere, but she had to act civil.

"Yeah, I grew it out longer then what I had it cut at."

"It used to be at your waist, now it's even longer."

The way he kept staring at her 'hair' was concerning her. Keep your eyes elsewhere buddy.

The servants finally took her to her room after the awkward conversation. Her father would be with Lincoln for the rest of the day, so Hera was left to her own devices until dinner arrived. She was asked to join them for dinner, but seeing that they would have lots to talk about, Hera didn't want to intrude so asked for her dinner to be brought to her room. It was the same room she had stayed in every time they had come to the kingdom. An ornate bed, chandelier, carpets and furniture with large windows she opened to let the evening breeze into her room. Dinner was a whole roast chicken, two servings of roasted vegetables and a large pudding with water and an old red wine. She ate what she could fit in and layed on the soft bed with her tablet. Going through her news feed she saw the countless articles posted about the latest Ghost or Hoax episode.

They had been attacked and haunted by the Minecraftian demon that they would all joke about when she was a child. She didn't believe any of it. With how realistic animation and special effects were these days, a video that can be edited wasn't proof that this thing was supposedly alive. There was so many videos on the net about sightings and encounters with him, but there was no proof that Herobrine ever existed. Bored with the repetitive articles, Hera snuffed the last candle on the bed stand and slipped under the covers of the warm bed.

The last thing Hera had expected to be awoken by was blaring horns sounding throughout the kingdom and the screams of people and yelling or orders. Running from the bed to the window she saw what the alarms were about. There were mobs everywhere. Zombies, skeletons, creepers and enderman were running amuck around the town while heavily armoured guards were fighting them off. In the middle of it all was King Lincoln, cutting down foes left, right and centre. Showing his strength and abilities to his people while they cheered him from the rooftops...

Everything was peaceful in hell.

Herobrine was stirred from his deep sleep when a small gust of wind blew across his face, his arms stretched out each side of him felt it too. His eyes started to twitch open to the sight of a figure standing at the end of his bed. Not expecting someone to be standing there, Herobrine let out a manly yell (he dare not say scream).

"Oh, it's just you." Herobrine yawned and looked at his brother glaring at him. "What?"

"…"

"I didn't do it?"

"…"

"Okay… It was an accident?"

"…"

"Alright, lay it on me. What have I done this time?"

"Did you send an armada of mobs to the Fourth Kingdom?"

"What?-"

"Don't play dumb with me you've been sending mobs to the kingdom walls for kicks-"

"I have not!-"

"You terrorised that television crew-"

"It's their job to be terrorised. Come one, do you think the world believes what they saw?"

"That isn't the point."

"Then why are you here?!"

"Because the Fourth Kingdom is being attacked by mobs as we speak. I need to know if you sent them there, or if you threatened the mob kings to do it." Notch tapped a finger on his crossed arms with an expectation of an answer.

Herobrine hated the mob kings, but they hated him too. He could influence them with his mind control, but that didn't mean they would listen to him willingly. He hadn't seen them once since he was revived, but they knew he was alive again. Who knows what they had been up to while he was gone. They may not have liked it, but they would forever remain under his command.

"Well if this is such an issue brother, than why don't you go and do something about it. I am trying to sleep." Herobrine pulled the sheets up higher over his head and wrapped himself in them like a cocoon. But as soon as he had done it, Notch grabbed the blankets and ripped the blankets of Herobrine.

"I'M GOING TO YOUR BEDROOM AND RIPPING THE SHEETS OF YOU TONIGHT!" Herobrine turned on his brother with eyes flaring bright and voice demonic.

"Stop acting like a child. Grow up." Notch threw the blankets back at his seething brother. "I can't interfere with something like this. You can. Do something."

Notch left without another word, leaving Herobrine to glare long after he had left. Begrudgingly getting out of bed, he put on his usual black long-sleeved shirt, black cargo pants and tucked the ends into his black combat boots.

It looked like he would be the tackling this mob breakout tonight.

I'm not impressed with the 2 reviews from those ano reviewers. But it means they took the time to read my fanfic, so thank you.

Anyway, I had hoped to update this sooner, but the disease known as real life will be taking over, meaning updates won't be as often. But I am NOT giving up on this, you have my word :D