Once Steve departed her house and they said their goodbyes, Stephanie was instantly met by Herobrine on the way to her bathroom for her bandage kit; he appeared in the hall in the blink of an eye while keeping one of his hands balled up. He wore a deep frown as blood seeped through his coiled fingers and pattered to the floor in tiny droplets, he didn't seem worried or in pain but he did appear annoyed.
"Herobrine." Stephanie moved her gaze from his bleeding hand to his face and pressed her lips into a fine line as he just stood there in her way, she then moved forward and pressed a hand into his chest as she tried to get by him. "I have something that can help that cut of yours, but I need to get into the bathroom, so could you please move?"
"I will be fine, forget about it."
"You're bleeding out onto my floor, I'll take care of it for you; it won't take but a minute or two." She said as she pressed again, this time Herobrine took a step back to let her by and then followed her into the bathroom as she made her way over to her medicine cabinet above a small white polished diorite water basin. She opened the container and took out her bandage kit for some cloth gauze rolls as well as a small vial of antiseptic that Nigel made for her a while back in case of an injury. She then moved over and turned the handle of the faucet and water flowed from the aged metal pipes and into the basin. "Go ahead and wash your hands."
He gave her an irate look.
"I mean, you may want to wash your hands. No demands here, just advice." She finished with a light grin of unease and moved over to her vanity mirror to set the gauze and healing concoction down on the tabletop, the woman then walked back over with a small towel and looked down at Herobrine's hands.
Bloody water filled the sink and slowly drained out as the pouring water ran over the man's cut, the woman looked closely to see the cut was more of a gash across his palm than a tiny nick to her surprise. "Why do you have a chunk of diamond ore just sitting around in your room?" He asked as he scraped at the blood in the creases of his palm.
The question out of nowhere had Stephanie gape a bit, he was trying to converse where he wasn't intending to use her for amusement, truly? Or maybe he was just legitimately curious since the object caused him some trouble? What in Notch's name was going on? She wondered to herself with a brief smile before glancing away as white eyes stared at her from the reflection of the mirror on the medicine cabinet.
How nice, a chance for 'normal' talk.
"That thing? Well, that's my first ever mined ore, it's an item of sentimental value I guess you could say." She lightly shrugged. "Back when I was sixteen Steve took me out mining with him once and I was having no luck finding anything, but then I stumbled upon that ore and mined it. It took about an hour to dig out with my pathetic arms and a rusty iron pick, not to mention I didn't make a clear cut when I popped it out of the stone so it's pretty sharp." Her smile returned. "I didn't actually find it though, my brother did and just sent me a hint to 'look over in that direction and see what you can find', knowing that there was an exposed diamond ore.
It was the only one we found during that entire trip, he practically gave it to me though its value could have fed him for three full weeks. He did it to make me feel better after hours wasted looking for ores and finding hardly anything of value since I'm a terrible miner, but it's been a keepsake since. He's very kind and generous to me. Back then had been a fond experience, I learned how difficult and dangerous mining was too. The ore is a bit sharp on one side though, I wished I could have warned you; you know? To save you the trouble of a cut."
"Why not have the gem cut out of it? Keeping such a razor-edged rock could be dangerous, not even my tough skin could handle it. Besides, the exterior is quite undesirable, the real value lies within."
"Cut diamonds are beautiful and that ore would make a nice one with a large facet, but for that one in particular, I don't want to. I know there lies a really pretty gem beneath the surface, but I like it the way that it currently is. It has some rough edges yeah, and grainy bits of stone around it too. But in my opinion, the roughness gives it some charm. Unpolished and unrefined, rocky, sharp, not as pretty or appealing; yet I like those qualities about it." He turns the faucet off and gives her a bemused glance as she hands him a small towel to dry himself off. "Because even if it's not as nice looking on the outside, I know that it looks wonderful on the inside anyway. Why remove the rough textures when they remind you how much effort and work it took to get it out of the stone in the first place?"
"That's an interesting way of looking at it, but it's dangerous; if it cut me then it could easily do much more harm to you if you are not careful with it."
The woman rolled her eyes, her brother told her something similar a couple of times already; she wasn't a kid or that inattentive especially since she's had the rock for years and rarely hurt herself by it. "I know, I'm very careful with it; I've already had plenty of cuts and scraps from it over the years. Steve taught me all about diamonds. I even remember him telling me about his first encounter with you, he could barely put a scratch on you with his iron blade so he had to upgrade. In fact, you were the reason why he started mining more and becoming interested in diamond tools and weapons even though it took more energy and effort to get them; the legends say that only such a sharp gem could pierce your flesh. He was able to pierce you all the way through with the first diamond sword he made, diamond can get that sharp."
Stephanie saw the man now scowling with narrowed eyes at her, she had struck a nerve. Her posture sank and she took a cautious submissive step back while fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves. "Oh, sorry. I- didn't mean to pick at uh... old wounds. It's just- fascinating how only the strongest mineral in our world could truly bring harm to one of your grand ... stature. It's fitting."
He growled. "Nothing should be able to harm a god, even with the power I now wield." He said quietly, his injured hand balled up with the towel helping to keep the gash closed. "That miner will pay for what he did to me." He hissed.
Steph's frown deepened and she turned away with an expression of unease as she prepared to respond, hoping that the man could see through a different perspective and understand why things played out like that; she had to at least try to get him to see it from her point of view. "My brother was trying to protect the people that you were trying to kill, he did what he had to do to get everyone and himself out alive from the mineshaft that you attacked." She whispered. "It's unfortunate that things ended the way they did, but my brother returned home that night because of his victory and no one died. I know that you don't like him for ruining your 'fun', nor all of the other encounters with him since; but he's doing good for the people."
The white-eyed man sneered. "Good for the people you say? Heh." He said bitterly to himself with a mocking echoing tone, he returned his attention to the woman. "The only good thing for you humans is to die and be out of my way for good."
That was rather harsh, truly the man's rage and hatred knew no bounds. To keep Herobrine calm and avoid potential conflict, Stephanie chose not to reply to the matter at this time. With the conversation heading in a negative direction, the woman decided to curve it with a question of interest. "So, do you have anything of sentimental value? The ore is my favorite and I have a few others, but they are not as important to me as the diamond. Surely you have something too, an irreplaceable keepsake of incredible value?" She asked, now turning back around to face him.
His angered expression remained and he stood there in silence for a long moment with his gaze fixed on his injured hand. "No." He replied blankly, fingers tightening in his palm.
He lied. She knew it when he took so long to answer her, he wasn't in the mood. It was clear that he had no intentions of continuing with the small talk. She messed up and now he was pissed off, so much for having a normal conversation; Steph made a mental note to be more careful of what she spoke of and how she spoke to him from now on. She reached over and grabbed a gauze and sighed. "Your hand please?" She asked, her gaze now avoiding his flaring eyes.
"I don't need it wrapped."
Her eyes glanced up to meet his, he was being quite a stubborn man; even angry he should know better than to reject such help and risk getting an infection. "What do you mean? You have a gash on your palm, cleaning an open cut like that won't simply be enough." She protested calmly. "Now please, your hand?"
"I said I don't need your help woman. It'll be fully healed in about five to ten minutes, you're wasting your time and resources." Herobrine countered, now removing the slightly bloodstained towel and holding his hand open for her to see. It was still bleeding but the woman noticed a slight glow coming from within the cut, she stared in awe at the unnatural light. "My blood has special properties that speed up the healing process, my powers amplify that process even more."
He was healing? And so quickly? She blinked in surprise, unconsciously bringing her hand up to her cheek in disbelief; she couldn't feel the tenderness of the bruise anymore. She couldn't even tell if she still had it, it's only been a few days and the massive bruise was gone.
Her eyes widened in shock from the realization of her speedy healing, Herobrine did influence her own healing somehow; even the spider bite. It all made sense now. Her blue-violet eyes stared into his white orbs for a long moment before blinking and snapping out of her many thoughts, she then began wrapping his hand anyway despite his grousing.
"Did you not hear me or see for yourself that I don't need your aid woman?" He snorted in anger.
"I saw, but you don't need to drip blood all over my floors while healing; that defeats the point of cleaning your wound in the first place and blood isn't easily removed from the wooden floors you know. I don't need to worry my brother more or make excuses as to why it's there when I have company over. Besides, you don't have to keep the bandages on for too long, just for a short while."
Hero's scowl softened as she wrapped his hand carefully, he didn't want the help; his negligence and prying where ought not was what got him hurt in the first place. The woman was brave to go against his orders, she better be glad that he tolerated it for her sake.
"There, that should do it," Stephanie says as she tied the gauze off and tugged at it a few times to make sure it held. She watched as the man flexed his fingers and his palm a few times before gazing down at her. "Now with that taken care of, I've got a mess to clean. I'm assuming that you bumped into my shelf and knocked it off the wall, it's not that surprising since all the shelves are old."
"I wasn't expecting the ore to be sharp nor cut, I had been caught off guard."
"It's okay, I didn't lose anything of significant value... not that it would matter considering everything will get destroyed soon enough anyway. So, um make yourself at home, feel free to hang around if you want; since this house is 'yours' after all. I'm going to clean and get some chores around here done, I also need to visit my neighbor as well." She said awkwardly as she moved back over to the bandage kit and packed it back up. Herobrine stared at her quietly for a long moment before walking out of the room, the woman put the kit away and cleaned the bloody towel in the basin before setting it on the side of the tub to dry; she then left the bathroom and walked into her bedroom to see Herobrine down on a knee, picking up the small shattered pieces of her glass horse ornament.
"You don't have to clean it up, I will do it."
He shot a light glare at her from the corner of his eye, she decided to give him the space and let him do what he wanted. Instead, she chose to make up her bed first and deal with the blood on the floor later, this way she'd be out of the man's way and still get some housework done. As she finished arranging her bedsheets, she glanced over to see Herobrine now sitting down at her desk, pushing the paper wads aside and lying the shards of the ornament down on the table in front of him. She then turned around and watched as he took a tiny piece in each hand and brought them alongside each other, his eyes briefly glowed as he held them close, and to her amazement they fused back together seamlessly. She watched as he quietly and with much focus; magically meld the glass back together as if the ornament had never been broken; every time he merged the parts together, his eyes glowed before dimming out and glowing again, it was such a small and yet remarkable display of power in the most subtle way.
She wondered why he was doing this, it couldn't have just been a kind gesture to fix what he broke out of guilt, but more like he was just bored or wanted a little challenge to occupy himself with; like a puzzle of sorts. Even so, the younger Stonewall sibling was thankful; one less mess to clean and one glass figure to continue to enjoy.
After several minutes of piecing the decoration back together, Herobrine set the glass horse down on the desk and rested his arms on the tabletop, it was completely restored and all in one piece once more. He zoned out a bit as he stared down at his work, it reminded him of the statue he had pieced back together hundreds of times now with a power given to him by Notch long ago. This inferior power was not one he used often and when he did it was mostly just for one purpose. It was a power that the creator said was one of the best; mending things that were breaking or broken.
However; no amount of mending could fix what had been broken in him, such an ability only served as a reminder of its limitations and what it was mostly used for; fixing things just to break them over and over again in his bursts of rage and continuing a cycle he can't ever seem to escape from. The thought brought a spell of silence over him, an inner sorrow now nibbled away at his subconscious as he stared at the fixed object. His mind slips into autopilot and he remains in the seat staring onward quietly, not moving; the world around him seems to fade out.
Stephanie noticed him being so quiet and still for a long minute, it was very strange. She cautiously moved up to the side of the table and looked down at him. The white-eyed man never blinked nor looked in her direction and his breaths were seemingly more shallow. He just stared and remained stationary like he was frozen in time, his eyes would softly flair up with light and then dim out; this seemed to be a constant as he sat still in place.
"Herobrine?" She called, feebly waving a hand out in his face as he stared emptily at nothing in particular. To her surprise he didn't move, let alone react in any way; as if she wasn't there. She then placed her hand on his shoulder carefully and gave him a small shake. "Hey, are you alright?" Again nothing, clapping her hands got her nothing. Even removing the glass horse from his line of sight changed nothing, touching his face didn't either; especially since that seemed to get his attention the few times she did, and yet touch didn't move him. There was no response, just silence and stillness. The woman had no idea what was going on with Herobrine, only that it was probably best to leave him alone for now and see if he snapped out of the trance-like state soon, it was bizarre and a little concerning for the King of Mobs to go blank like that.
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She left her room and returned to the living room to get some chores taken care of, perhaps with enough time Herobrine would wake up.
After about an hour of cleaning, the woman moved back into her room to find the man was still just sitting there, he didn't appear to have moved a muscle the whole time. It was so odd, she wondered what was happening to him. There was nothing she could do, so she decided to head out into town to get food for tomorrow's big dinner for her friends and brother; maybe on her way back stop and invite Nigel to the dinner too. Stephanie grabbed clothes from her dresser and changed in the bathroom since Herobrine occupied her bedroom and then left the house with a few bags in hand, she had a feeling things would be alright if she left for a bit so she headed out.
For the next hour, Stephanie searched the market stalls for fresh fruits, vegetables, grains, and freshly cut meats. She didn't have many emeralds to spend and she was going to need more for a dress she was planning to find and purchase soon, but for now, she had enough to cook for the dinner and made her way to Nigel's house just a short walk from her home. When she knocked on the door she was greeted by the elderly man with frosty white-colored hair, he had a nicely trimmed beard and sideburns and wore thin, square, golden-trimmed glasses. He was dressed in suspenders and in a creamy white striped long-sleeve and dark brown pants, the quality of the man's attire revealed that he had quite a good amount of wealth, yet the small old wooden house he lived in gave him a more humble appearance.
"Ah Stephanie, good to see you, my dear. How goes it? Would you like to come in for a cuppa? A bit of nosh?" He asked, his accent differed from many in her village since he was a foreigner and his voice was gentle and friendly sounding.
The woman swayed her head but gave a small smile, holding her bags up to reveal the contents within. "No thank you, not today at least. I'm actually here to invite you over for dinner with friends that I am having tomorrow around noon at my place. I was a little busy and ... sick yesterday so I wanted to wait until I felt better to come and ask."
"A dinner? Splendid!" Nigel said with a chortle and a delighted expression that only a friendly old man can give. "Of course my dear, I'd love to come over. It's been a while hasn't it? I don't have anything better to do than faff around tomorrow anyway, I'll be there."
"Great!" Steph said with an upbeat tone. "Looks like everyone is going to make it then, perfect." Her smile then fell a bit, Nigel was a historian and was once a renowned explorer; he knew many things and maybe more than she hoped about her home intruder. She places her bags on the ground at her feet and cups her hands together, slow to make eye contact as she tries to find the right way to ask something in particular. "Say, I'm a little curious, what do you know about Herobrine? From the ancient texts?" She finally looks into his amber eyes, frowning. "I mean, I know quite a few things myself; but not much of his origins regarding humans and why he sought to kill them back then."
The old man frowned and gave her a peculiar expression. "Strange topic there, but I am knowledgeable in these kinds of things and I do know a fair amount of knowledge from viewing many preserved ancient documentations from around the world." He said as he pulled at his suspenders with a small sense of pride and a look of confidence, but that confidence was quick to wane. "However," He frowned. "A lot of the oldest written texts about the White-Eyed Demon, or the one now referred to as 'King of Mobs', isn't proven to be entirely accurate considering the ancient people didn't archive much of the beginning of the Great Spawn where Herobrine was known to be present around the time. They hardly documented anything for the first several decades apparently as they were likely too busy taking in their new world and trying to survive and thrive in it, but even during these crucial beginning years of our ancestors; some were hunted by the legend we know even to this very day."
The woman nodded. "That much I do know, what I would like to know is why? It was foretold that Herobrine had been an enemy of our kind since the beginning but no one truly knows why, do you have any sources that may provide a clue?" She asked, hoping that the elderly man might present her with what Herobrine probably wouldn't. "It's just, I've been learning things here and there lately about him and I want the whole story you know; to understand all of it."
The old man chuckled and reached out to place a hand on the woman's shoulder. "I do enjoy having a friend with the same interests as me, I've not met many like you; who enjoy history, learning of the obscure and of legends, and preserving such things for future generations." Nigel then withdrew his hand and placed it on his hip. "Sadly I don't have much on what you are looking for, I can tell you a little; though not even what I have may prove to be true." He frowned when the woman lost her smile and appeared disappointed. "There are three possibilities that may answer your inquiry, but again; they are only theories."
Steph sighed and brushed back her bangs behind her ears. "Still, I'll take anything at this point."
"Very well then. I'll start with the first and most common belief, some historians believe that Herobrine had been an enemy of Notch's even before the time of our creation; thus killing us would be in a sense; taking revenge since he could never best the creator in battles. As the known destroyer in the balance of all life; being the enemy of Notch was just a natural part of our world, like life and death; forever intertwined in contention and opposition to maintain the world's stability.
The second theory is that during the creation of the first humans, Herobrine took our sudden presence in this world to be a threat to his territory and governance over the mobs, we were interlopers, and never accepted us as a part of the world and so became our enemy and made it his goal to vanquish all who stood in his way.
And lastly, what many younger generations generally believe is the real cause nowadays. That when humans were made and began populating the world, he at one point killed one and found great satisfaction in doing it; thus killing humans simply for the thrill of it and gaining the title of demon and becoming a hunter of man. Though if I am being honest, I truly doubt that. The first theory is the one I believe to be the most 'fitting', though even that could be wrong."
All three theories felt wrong to the younger Stonewall, though Herobrine took much satisfaction in killing people, as far as she was aware; it just didn't seem right. Herobrine was a man of grudges and anger, and that anger seemed to be mostly aimed at Notch considering the strike she received by simply saying the name in front of the white-eyed being. Yet she didn't want to believe the first theory either since Herobrine wasn't so much of a destroyer as the legends paint him as he killed more often than ripping through houses or tearing the terrain. Though Notch was gone and there was an offset of balance with Herobrine now taking charge; it still didn't feel like it was simply black and white; not with the brief glimpses of pain she'd seen in those glowing eyes. And the second option was clearly off the table, the immortal man did not care for mobs and likely never had to begin with. If Herobrine wanted any land taken from him then he'd get it back easily.
Stephanie felt a sting of dissatisfaction from the old man's words, they didn't give her an answer.
"What's the matter?" Nigel asked when he noticed her disgruntled look. "Not happy with what I had provided?"
"No, it's just... It's not a direct answer, or at least not what I was hoping for."
"Apologies lass, It is very unclear if any of these beliefs are true or not but there's currently no definitive answer explaining why he chose to come against us at the start I'm afraid. There are many records of his past onslaughts on humanity; the most popular of course being The Decimation of Iron Gate. A time when he had been at his fiercest ever recorded in history and forever cementing himself as a bane of humanity when he tore through one of the oldest and most protected and densely populated human settlements of ancient times.
He spared no one in his wake no matter the age, gender, or race, slaughtering every man, woman, and child before him; having no mercy and delivering death with only his two hands. Not even the famous walls of iron that surrounded the settlement could stop him, iron golems; the town's many defenders were beaten and broken until none stood."
She shivered at the thought, Steph remembered when she first heard of such an attack from the powerful entity, it broke her heart to know that so many innocent people, even young children had their lives violently taken from them and no one knew why. Even now it's still not known, she was almost too afraid to ask the killer himself about it since she feared what he would say if he chose to go into detail about such a time. With the plan of human genocide on the horizon, it'll be nearly the same cruel event but on a global scale and with the aid of massive mob armies; except that she and her brother get special treatment for Steve's actions against the god unless she can change his mind. She wished the guy would just tell her what humans did to deserve this cruelty, she was going to have to keep pressing for the answer, for why he hated humans until she got it even if she would suffer for doing so. Herobrine has to be stopped, convinced to or otherwise.
Nigel exhaled softly, breaking the silence. "No one knows why he did it and he has never spoken of it; or at least not to someone who had lived to record it. All else we know of the decimation of that village was of Notch's judgment from Herobrine's incursion; which in turn could be why he still harbors such resentment against us even today."
The woman blinked, now giving the old man an astonished look. "Notch's judgment?" She never recalled hearing that. "What do you mean?" She asked.
The old man lifted a brow. "You don't know? Well, I suppose it makes sense that you wouldn't since most blokes writing the history books tend to leave that portion out, mostly because of a dispute back in the day in which the recorded eyewitness account was supposedly a false statement because of the man's fraudulent activities in the village of his time. I disagree with discrediting the distrustful sod, but he was the only one to archive what he witnessed since the majority of the people were either dead, dying, or in hiding. I believe him but many don't, they say one account is not enough and yet other historical records are based on single eyewitness testimonies. Bah, such nonsense to disregard one just because there were more survivors!" He huffed. "Now back to the story before I get lost on a side tangent, it's a dreadful habit innit? Now where were we?" He asked as he stroked the bottom of his chin.
"Notch's judgment," Stephanie answered.
"Ah yes." The man's eyes widened and he perked up, he straightened his posture and stretched a bit from his relaxed position. "Notch stopped Herobrine before he could wipe the entire village out, his method was quite fascinating. According to the record, it was said that several glowing chains of gold descended from the sky and magically weaved themselves around Herobrine and bound him up with shackles; sealing off his energy. Historians who believe in the witness's account like to call them the Chains of Binding, enchanted by the creator himself to subdue great threats like Herobrine.
These chains drained the man of his power and strength and soon brought him to his knees and into complete submission, the witness stated that the man roared like a beast and tirelessly fought against his bindings but could not break free. After several long minutes of struggle, Herobrine finally gave in and that was when Notch himself appeared in person, he then teleported away with him.
When they were gone the remains of the village's population came out of hiding and began picking up the pieces and burying their dead, over half of the people living there perished. That's basically why many believe that Herobrine hated Notch and why he destroys anything he finds of him; because of stopping his rampage and possibly punishing him harshly for what he had done. No one knows what punishment he faced, only that after the horrific day it greatly slowed Herobrine's tides or wrath and lessened his killing frequency and destructive tendencies.
As for why Herorine attacked the village with such ferocity in the first place? No clue.
I do apologize once again, as this is not an answer to your question. However; it could perhaps be a start. I truly wish I could tell you why Herobrine hates humans, why he still hunts them to this day, and how it all began but I just can't. It would seem only 'he' has the answer, one that is not likely to ever be known." Nigel finished solemnly.
Stephanie cracked a small grin. "It's fine, I was just wondering is all. Thank you for telling me what you know, that's something I wasn't aware of and that's good enough for me so I appreciate what you've shared. I'll see you tomorrow Nigel; make sure to get plenty of rest."
"Will do, and you as well. Farewell for now and see you soon."
Stephanie glanced back as she began walking away from the man's house with her bags in hand; watching the elder nod as he closed his door. She didn't get her answer from him, looks like she was going to have to get it from the white-eyed man himself; but at the right time when he wasn't acting depraved or being a grump.
When she arrived home, Steph immediately headed straight for the kitchen; not even closing the door behind her since her hands were full. She quickly boxed the meats into a sealed chest with packed ice before storing the baked products along with the fruits and vegetables on the countertops. She nearly tripped when her cat Oren tried to brush up against her legs with affection as she moved about the kitchen, she stumbled forward to avoid hurting her feline companion and would have crashed to the floor had a pair of arms not caught her.
She gasped as she was moved upright and back onto her heels, looking up from the man's broad chest and staring into his eyes. "Th-thank you." She muttered and turned away, still in a bit of shock that Herobrine was suddenly there.
"Where did you go?"
Stephanie looked back at him and her surprised expression fell, she had a question of her own. "What happened to you?" She asked, still puzzled by the man's blank state that he didn't seem to be trapped in anymore. The man's eyes narrowed a little. "No really. One minute you're putting my glass figure back together, then the next you're staring infinitely into space and not responsive whatsoever. You were like that for a few hours, why?"
The man leaned one arm against the countertop and relaxed his posture. "None of your business."
Unbelievable. Two can play this game she thought. "Where I went and what I did is of no business of yours either." She said now crossing her arms, almost mimicking his typical annoyed look. "You tell me what you were doing back there and I'll tell you what I went out for." She didn't know why she proposed this, he must have seen her packing her bags and putting the food up since arriving; Steph doubted she was going to receive an answer.
"You went out to the marketplace for food."
And there it was. She sighed.
"However; there's a scent on you that doesn't belong on you."
What? She blinked. He could tell? Her conversations with Nigel were her own business so she decided to keep the information shared, private. "I have friends, I visited one to invite him to a dinner tomorrow that I am having with all my friends and my brother. So I stopped to talk to him for a few minutes, that is all. But it is nice to see you mobile and responsive again, even saved me from an embarrassing fall." Her posture shifted to a more relaxed position and her tone of voice sounded more lively and cordial. "So about that little power of yours that you used to put the glass statue together with; Mending is what I believe it's called, I didn't know that you had that kind of power. That wasn't listed in your known abilities in the legends archives, neither was your rapid healing."
"I don't use it much, it's practically useless to me."
"Maybe to you, but Mending is a very rare and resourceful enchantment that so many would give almost anything to have it equipped to their tools and weapons. Incredibly, you can use the enchantment on any object and not need a tool to do so, it must be amazing to never have to replace stuff that breaks or damages over time."
Herobrine understood why the woman was captivated by such power as most mortals would, but to him, it meant nothing but added resentment that came along with the plethora of better powers he received from his brother. Hero said nothing as pulled himself out of his slouched posture and ambled through the dining room and then into the living room; his eyes now looking through one of the windows. "It has some use, but it can't fix everything. I have far greater powers that are of a better use for me, even some of the lesser powers that I originated with are deemed more worthy of use."
"Any power is better than none, lesser or not." Stephanie watched as he moved away and stared out the window, he seemed bothered. For some reason, she felt like remedying that. "I must admit Herobrine, you're so much more than what the books have on you; they all make you out to be a raving bloodthirsty destructive lunatic. Yet, what I see before me isn't that." The woman said as she stared at him. Her cat hopped up on the counter for attention and so she began to stroke the feline's orange fur; her eyes not leaving her uninvited guest. "I would say that you're rather nice to talk to sometimes, even if you're quick to anger or touchy on some topics; but still a decent guest."
"I only talk to you because you have earned time and have put my goals on hold temporarily, I don't normally associate myself with your kind so being here breaks the monotony of the days as I await to continue with my plans. I'm only here right now in this house because I don't have much to do, but I must also make sure that you're not planning to escape or tell anyone of my objectives. Then there's the other reason." He moved his gaze away from the window and back to the woman but remained standing in place by the front door.
Stephanie lost her small smile, sighing. Of course, the nice conversation they had going for a moment had to be derailed once again. She stopped petting Oren and moved through the kitchen and dining room to join the man in the living room, he stared at her as she approached.
"I came to be entertained, that is your purpose to me. It was your purpose last night." He reminded sternly, his voice tones heavy with dissatisfaction and a slight impression of anger. "Now that you have completed all of your little mundane activities, I want what I came for and I want it now."