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Roles reversed: The man with the white eyes

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The sun was warm and only a few clouds littered the bright blue. The sky was obscured by the large branches of the many oak and birch trees, all casting pale shadows.

Hero’s bright, pale blue eyes glanced around as he followed the old dirt trail. Soon the forest melded into plains, endless grassland as far as the eye could see. The dirt trail didn’t end, but continued on into the flats.

The sun was near its peak in the azure sky. All the shadows cast were small and kept near the object that cast them. Soon the dirt trail turned to gravel as a medium sized village appeared.

Other explorers milled around the busy paths, none of them casting him a glance. Hero did as he normally did; trade.

It was late noon when he was finished and prepared to leave. Something caught his attention. Next to him was a small group of people, all on a very popular subject; the men with glowing white eyes.

“Some believe he’s the reason a portion of the missing people are missing.”

“I know someone who claims they saw him, with his diamond blade and pure white eyes; they said his hair was a slightly darker shade of brown than that of oak wood.”

Hero mostly ignored them, the white eyed man was just a legend.

“Someone looked into it, apparently he’s Notch’s corrupt brother,”

Hero grabbed his bag and walked past them.

“He’s only a myth, something mothers made to scare children into behaving.“

With those words in mind, he was off.

As Hero neared the woods, he felt unseen eyes upon his back, but there was no one behind him. The feeling intensified as he neared his house, his skin crawling from fear. Opening his door, hero closed is quickly behind him, and walked away.

A man stood behind the closed door as Hero had his back to it, a grin on his face. The man vanished as soon as he had appeared.  

Hero set his bag down and placed his things in a chest after glancing out the window and seeing the faint colors in the distance and how close the sun was to the horizon. In the depth of the dark shadows two eye shaped lights flashed ever so briefly.  

Hero blinked.

“I must be really tired, I’m seeing things.” He thought.  

Hero scampered to his room, the same small wooden walled room with the blue carpet and red blanketed bed. He kicked off his gray shoes and removed his teal shirt and indigo pants, then pulled on his red night shirt.

The moon was rising and he could hear the distant sound of the careless steps of zombies, the screeches of spiders, and the faint hisses of the creepers.

Hero burrowed into the sheets, and fell into sleep.

The carpet silenced the sounds of careful footsteps, the torchlight in the other room reflected off slightly dark oak brown hair, white eyes glinting in the shadows that veiled his face.

The man was dressed in a teal shirt and indigo pants. Had anyone seen the two together, they would have remarked that the two looked exactly alike, and that only their height –Hero being a few inches shorter- and eyes were the only clear differences.

The man gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Hero’s face.

“So, to you I am only a myth? How ironic the one I watch does not see his hunter.” The man said in a hushed voice.

He turned from the bedside and walked to the entrance of the room.

“Don’t forget me, the white eyed man named Stevebrine, because I’ll be back.”

The man vanished, the only sign that he’d ever been there was a blue flower resting on the foot of the bed.
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