Herobrine's world had been invaded by a man of a very strange appearance, whose behavior was stranger still. The first day, he built a small cave of dirt and hid in it that night, while also, of course, going through the normal alien routines: punching down trees, building a workbench, building tools, gathering resources from day-walkers, et cetera. He did plant a couple of saplings in place of the ones he destroyed, though. Before long, however, he had created a rather ornate, if small, dwelling atop the nearest mountain, and had created stone stairs stretching dozens of meters on both sides. He explored a cave, found diamonds and other such valuable resources, did some more crafting, and started walking west.

The strange thing was, he never went back. He just kept going, hiding out in a little hole he dug every night, then continuing on in the same general direction the next day. Where was he going? Along the way, the man changed his appearance to an even stranger form. Once or twice he tried to explore a cave, but he was neither bold nor strong, and the night-walkers quickly chased him out. But most of the time, the man just kept going on in the same direction, on foot and by boat.

He did not seem to intend to destroy things senselessly. Every now and again, the man would collapse a patch of "floating" sand, but such structures were extremely unstable anyway. Nor did he seem to intend to kill beings needlessly; he left almost every living thing he saw be. One sheep, who had been blessed with rare pink wool, told Herobrine that the man had stopped and looked at her, seemingly in awe of her color, then left without taking her precious wool away. Herobrine decided that the man was not a threat, and hardly kept an eye on him at all. For a long time, Herobrine felt that the man was a good human, one whose disposition made him just as worthy to live in Minecraftia as Herobrine himself.

One day, the man gave bones to a pack of four wolves, and another loner when he found one. He hit a cow just to watch the wolves kill it (for that was the attack command), an action which convinced Herobrine once and for all that he was correct in assuming that the alien was male. The man did not treat the wolves well, though. He went over cliffs, ignoring the wolves who fell so far they got hurt; he only fed one of them, and that one only once, though Herobrine knew he carried plenty of food that wolves could draw sustenance from; he jumped on them, pushed them around, and just generally treated them with a cold indifference that appalled Herobrine. One day, a spider attacked him, and the five wolves fought and killed it, for that was the result of being tamed by a human for wolves: they will fight to defend their master. Shortly thereafter, the man got in a boat and took a long journey by sea, so the wolves couldn't follow him with their teleport-gate leashes that attached all wolves to their masters (unless their master told them to sit). Herobrine quickly ran to them and herded them in the opposite direction of the man, and, as Herobrine had hoped, this broke the leashes, freeing the wolves, who were very grateful.

Despite his strange and apparently sudden disregard for living things, the man stopped every now and then, all along his journey, at some natural formation or other, taking the time to appreciate the fantastic landscapes and natural structures that abounded in the world, and Herobrine was greatly pleased by this. Clearly, the man had an appreciation for nature, not just a dislike of destruction, and this was very rare. On the other hand, he could not forget the man's mistreatment of the wolves he had met, though it was granted that the man didn't try to tame any more. For a while longer, Herobrine watched from a distance, somewhat uncertain what to make of the human.

Some time later, the man ran into a single wolf and gave him bones, taming him. Herobrine watched very intensely for a while, but this time seemed to be different. The man didn't seem to be as indifferent to the one wolf as he had been to the five. He seemed aware of wolves' tendencies to fall to their deaths, and always made his wolf sit when he came across a pit, and he seemed to try to keep the wolf out of harm's way, though he never fed him.

Then, one day, the man reached a fantastic valley with steep mountain cliffs surrounding it, full of trees, flowers, mushrooms, waterfalls, and even a lava-fall. Herobrine watched as the man stopped walking, looking around in apparent awe of the natural wonder he had stumbled upon. The man slowly crossed the valley, making a pile of earth under himself to lift himself up and out of the valley on the other side, thus pulling his one wolf with him via the teleport-gate leash. He dug yet another hole to spend the night in, told the wolf to sit, and went to sleep. The cliffs, however, had been very sheer, and as wolves aren't exactly the most sensible of beings when it comes to safely transversing dangerous terrain, the wolf had fallen and hurt himself several times.

This is your chance, strange human, to redeem yourself, Herobrine thought as he watched the man sleep. Your companion is hurt. Do you care?

The next day, the man, strangely, did not continue west, but went back around and through the valley, taking in almost every meter of it, and left the wolf behind. Along the way, he killed a pig and took its meat, and then, upon returning to the place he had started from, fed it to his wolf. The man then quickly ran back inside his hole, the one he had made the previous night, and went to sleep, as night had fallen by the time the man had returned.

Better, Herobrine thought. Not enough to heal him completely, but...you are starting to show some capacity for kindness. Herobrine also mused about how the human had been so impressed by the valley - which really had been impressive - that he had spent a whole day taking it all in, while barely even destroying a piece of dirt here and there. Clearly, this man was very different from most.

Right before he left, the man walked back to the edge of the western cliff that walled off the valley so as to take one last look before moving on. His wolf, of course, ran up with him and nearly knocked the man off the cliff. The man quickly ran from the edge, back in the direction he was constantly going, and looked back to make sure his wolf was following him, and hadn't plummeted to his death. Again, Herobrine wondered at the sharp contrast between the man's behavior when he had five wolves and his behavior now, with just one.

Two days passed, and the man had entered a desert. Very shortly before sunset on the second day, he happened upon a night-walker birthing place that had been filled in with fallen sand. The birthing place was for skeletons, whom Herobrine knew very well were extremely difficult to fight. A small cove had been sheltered from the sand when it collapsed, barely large enough for three skeletons, but the birthing cage had managed to send newborn skeletons into it. These attacked the man as soon as he began to dig up the birthing area, and the man fought back. He killed one with arrows of his own (which Herobrine knew he had taken from dead skeletons), when he was suddenly faced by two more. By pure chance, however, one of the two skeletons shot the other, and as this is an offense that no night-walker will forgive under any circumstances, the two skeletons fought to the death, leaving the man to do as he pleased. The man seemed to wish to excavate the birthing place, and Herobrine wondered at it. The man had raided two other birthing places, leaving the birthing cages disabled by light but still intact, and had even willingly risked falling far enough to take damage just to get to one. The man always looked in the chests, and he always took some things from them. Many humans had been observed to do this. Some even took the chests themselves, as well as all of the chest's contents.

Herobrine had made those chests, and everything in them belonged to him. He would always come to check on the birthing areas of night-walkers, and placed things he had little use for or things he made in his spare time in the chests. Unfortunately, this sometimes caused the roof to cave in, if it was made of sand. He also sometimes stored bread, in anticipation of the next time he would visit, and cocoa beans, which he could not use but had found in a place where no human could go; Herobrine had started leaving the beans in the chests some time after he realized that humans sought birthing areas just for Herobrine's things. Rarely, Herobrine would store one of his precious golden apples in the chests; treasures not to be used flippantly, for they could restore all the health of almost any being in Minecraftia. Herobrine accepted when humans fought their way honestly to the birthing area and raided the place; it was inevitable, and Herobrine respected honest raiders who did things the hard way, without using the many means of cheating that humans had at their disposal.

This man, however, rarely took much from the chest or chests, and sometimes left some of his own things behind, which was uncommon among humans. Herobrine later decided that, as the man had no set home, and was always traveling, he needed ways of disposing of some things to make room in his bag for other things, and didn't have enough room to carry everything.

What was special about this particular birthing place, however, was that it was already buried under many layers of sand. The man tried to excavate it as the sun began to set, but the birthing cage managed to give birth to one more skeleton, which was able to shoot the man once; it was a very impressive shot. The man's wolf, however, automatically jumped into the pit that was the buried birthing area and attacked the skeleton. The man seemed upset by this, as he quickly moved away from the birthing area, eventually pulling his wolf out via the teleport-gate leash, then told the wolf to sit. Night had fallen by that time, and the man quickly ran to the nearest dirt hill (since he couldn't make a safety room in sand), dug into it, and, for the most part, following his normal routine, while also creating a furnace in which to purify some iron ore he had collected along the way.

When morning came, the man came out of his makeshift dwelling and, instead of continuing on, stopped and looked around for pigs. A Creeper that had surfaced during the night wandered into the man's little room, and the man seemed very surprised by this, and a bit amused. The Creeper sighted him and began stalking him to blow him up, and the man quickly killed the Creeper in question. The man then gathered three pieces of meat from nearby pigs, then returned and fed them all to his wolf. He asked the wolf to stand up and, seeing that the wolf was still injured, gave the wolf one of his cooked pieces of meat that had been too valuable for him to give to his pack of five. He then told the wolf to sit and returned to the sunken birthing area. This time, to Herobrine's great surprise, the man dug up the birthing cage and destroyed it, something he had never done before. Perhaps the man had a grudge against skeletons? At any rate, the man raided the chest, took only a few things, put some of his own possessions into the chest, and climbed back out.

There had been fresh Creeper dust in the chest, which Herobrine always salvaged from natural and accidental Creeper deaths that didn't involve explosions. The man had also taken the Creeper dust of the Creeper he had killed, and this somehow gave the man an idea. The man ran back to his little makeshift shelter and put the Creeper dust together with sand, creating an explosive.

Herobrine had seen these before. They were much more powerful than the explosion of any Creeper (unless said Creeper had been charged by lightning), and humans always used them to destroy large areas in a small amount of time. Confused by the fact that this man would create such a thing, Herobrine watched as the man made a cobblestone overhang over the birthing area, placed the explosive at the end so that it was almost over the exact center of the birthing area, and stepped back. The man took a few seconds to admire his work, then punched the explosive, which fell down to the floor. He quickly ran away, then turned and watched as the device exploded. The man ran back to the edge of the pit to see the results, and Herobrine later found that the explosive had done an enormous amount of damage to the surrounding sand, sandstone, cobblestone, and mossy cobblestone - the explosive had even destroyed the chest!

Once again, Herobrine didn't know what to think. The man had done something extremely destructive, which was unlike him; and yet, the damage was inconsequential to the world. The man had already done everything he wanted to do with the place. Perhaps he was celebrating something? Humans did tend to celebrate by making things blow up, a practice that made no sense whatsoever to Herobrine. Still, why would it make sense to this normally gentle man?

That night, the man went back to the room he had slept in the previous night, but this time he placed a torch right next to his wolf after telling the wolf to sit, to give the wolf light throughout the night. Herobrine recognized this as a friendly gesture, and was again puzzled. Did the man value life, or not? Did he enjoy destruction, or not? Herobrine mulled over these questions over and over again in his mind all night. In the middle of the night, Herobrine felt a sudden and dramatic disturbance ripple across all of Minecraftia, but the strange, disorienting surge quickly faded, and Herobrine was left to wonder what it had meant.

The next day, the man set off again, bringing his wolf with him. He journeyed quite a bit by sea, but also seemed to make a point of sailing close to land every now and then so that his wolf could follow him this time. Once, the man came across a cave just barely open to the surface that he wanted to look at, and made his wolf sit before approaching the edge, as always. Night fell, the man dug one of his holes, told his wolf to sit, went inside, and went to sleep. Herobrine noted that the man seemed to be covering the entrances to his holes with sand now, where he had previously used cobblestone.

That was when Herobrine decided. This man, one who was clearly unlike any other, felt the same way about Minecraftia as any native resident did, and Herobrine decided that he was going to treat the man as though he was a native. But how was he going to show the man that he was granting him this honor, an honor he had never given to any other human?

Herobrine quickly calculated how far the man would get the next day, and found a likely spot for one of the man's little rooms. There, Herobrine made one himself, crafting a bed and a workbench and arranging them inside, placing two torches inside the room, filling in the entrance with dirt, and marking the entrance with another torch, exactly as the man did every night. Herobrine guessed that the man was making the entrances easy to open with bare hands, as humans lost all the items they were carrying when they died, and cobblestone took a long time to punch through; hence, the dirt with which he blocked the entrance, though the man rarely did so, and had not for some time. Satisfied that he had made a gift that the man would appreciate, as a gesture of welcome to Minecraftia, Herobrine felt that he had done well.

But how could he make sure the man found the place? The torch was hardly conspicuous, and as the cave had been made in a dirt hill, the dirt covering the entrance almost looked natural. Herobrine didn't like building things (or destroying them, for that matter), so he wasn't going to build anything noticeable to mark the place. What could he do?

Noon came and went, and Herobrine still didn't know what to do. He started to panic, knowing the man would pass the place by unless something alerted him to the room's existence. Herobrine contemplated waiting for him, but knew that the man would be afraid, as most humans were when Herobrine confronted them, and the last thing Herobrine wanted was for the man to feel threatened. Herobrine cast some spells that would generate strange noises when the man approached the area, but those sounds didn't normally stop the man from continuing on, and Herobrine knew it would not be enough.

Evening approached, and the Creeper he had sent as a lookout ran back to Herobrine and told him that someone, too far away to be seen, had just shot him with an arrow. Herobrine knew immediately what that meant, and became frantic. He was running out of time!

Just then, a single wolf came by, and stopped to say hello to Herobrine.

"Greetings, brother of god," she said to him. "How are you?"

"Greetings to you, Wolvina," Herobrine replied, recognizing the alpha-female's voice. "I apologize, but I have a problem that I must solve, and only minutes, if not seconds, to solve it; I cannot take the time to converse with you at the moment."

"Tell me what's wrong," Wolvina said. "Maybe I can help."

Herobrine told her quickly about the man and his wolf, and the rooms the man dug every night, and how Herobrine had made one for him as a gesture of welcome and peace but had no idea how to make sure the man found it.

"I can tell him when he gets here," Wolvina offered.

"No, this man does not stop to speak with wolves," Herobrine said. "He is one of the Silent Ones."

Wolvina was surprised that Herobrine wanted to welcome a Silent One to share Minecraftia with the native races, Herobrine could see that, but she didn't question it.

"Perhaps he would not stop for a wild wolf," she said instead, "but maybe a tame one would draw his attention. The Silent Ones presume to be alone in Minecraftia, after all; a tame wolf that he did not tame will surely be noteworthy to him."

"Wolvina, my dear friend, what are you saying?" exclaimed Herobrine. "You would wish to join this man, as his pet?"

"There is nothing anyone in Minecraftia would not do for you, o brother of Notch," Wolvina replied. "If you feel that this strange being is worthy of being one of us, then I would be happy to join him and make him aware of the honor you are giving him."

"But-"

"There's no time to argue!" Wolvina said, and Herobrine knew she was right. "Just give me some bones until the binding spell works on me and turns me into a pet, and I'll sit down right outside the entrance to the room you dug out for him. Hurry!"

"Thank you, my friend," Herobrine said, and quickly fed her a bone. Immediately, the Change was worked upon her; her fur became cleaner, her eyes grew wider and friendlier, and a red collar appeared around her neck.

"Go!" she told him, and Herobrine ran away as she sat down in her place.

They hadn't had even a fraction of a second to spare. The very instant Herobrine was safely out of sight and Wolvina was in position, the man came around the hill. Herobrine watched as Wolvina called out to the man's wolf.

"Hey! Come here!" she called, and the man's wolf ran over to her eagerly.

"Hey!" the wolf called back. At the same time, the man looked at Wolvina, turned away, then did a double-take and froze.

The man did not react well to what he saw. He seemed...apprehensive. This was not the reaction Herobrine had hoped for. The man very slowly approached Wolvina, stared at her for a moment, then looked around. At a certain point, the man caught sight of the torch that marked the entrance to the shelter Herobrine had made for him, but took a step back, as though afraid. Herobrine's spells were working, generating ambience after ambience, but Herobrine quickly realized that he had made a grave mistake. Clearly, this man was one of many humans who were not aware of his existence; either that, or he was one of the many others who knew the stories but did not believe. Of course the man was frightened. Herobrine watched and prayed to his almighty brother in the Great Beyond that the man would accept his gifts; he hadn't liked all the destroying and building that went into making a shelter, and if it turned out to have been for nothing, Herobrine would be devastated.

Wolvina and the man's wolf spoke while the man was attempting to wrap his mind around the situation.

"When did Master leave you here?" the man's wolf asked.

"He didn't," Wolvina replied.

"But you're tame, like me," the wolf said. "If Master didn't tame you, then who did?"

"Herobrine," Wolvina answered.

"The brother of Notch?" the wolf exclaimed.

"Yes," replied Wolvina. "Herobrine believes this man to be worthy of becoming one of us, and has left a shelter for the man so that he does not need to make one himself tonight, as a gesture of friendship and welcome. I'm here so that you and your master would notice this place."

"'One of us'?" the wolf repeated, confused.

"One of the rightful inhabitants of Minecraftia," Wolvina explained, "not one of us wolves."

"Oh," the wolf said, but he didn't have time to say anything else; the man climbed to the top of the hill, and the wolf had to go with him.

The man made his wolf sit on top of the hill, then continued repeatedly checking his surroundings. The man seemed to go through a cycle of looking around him, hesitating, then looking at Wolvina and the torch; occasionally, he looked first at his wolf, then Wolvina, wondering what was going on, almost as if he was wondering if his wolf had somehow duplicated. After watching the man climb the hill and look all around him several times, Herobrine realized that the man thought that maybe he had somehow circled back around to a place he had already been.

There's a workbench and a wolf! Herobrine silently tried to tell the man. You never leave your workbench or your wolf behind! It's a new place!

Thankfully, the sun started to set, and Herobrine knew the man would have no choice but to accept his gift. He watched as the man dug through the small dirt wall that covered the entrance, then turned away again, surprised by what he found. The strange noises continued, thanks to Herobrine's spells, and the man reluctantly went into the shelter and covered the entrance with sand.

Herobrine smiled, relieved. Sleep well tonight, friend, Herobrine thought. I wish you well on your journey, wherever it is you are headed.

There was just one more problem for Herobrine to deal with.

Now to try and tell the night-walkers...