Me and my brother. I am notch, and He is Hero.

Before there was me and Hero, there was him. We don't know who he is or was, what his name could have been, what abilities he had...

But then after we saw him, we just knew what to do next!

And we built our world with what my brother called 'seed'. It was black and green, a strange substance that once we put it on a small rock just floating about, it became a world within seconds!

And then we found 'code'. It was more white and green, and I mainly used it to create animals and such while my brother created the scenery around us. And from then on, we did so much more... I would have never thought things would crash down so hard we all nearly perished. 

But that story is for later, and i'm pretty sure you already know it. Either Steve or one of his friends, right? maybe my brother even told you. 

But my story i held for myself because it's not like there's. and i can tell you now that i've healed.

It started at the vary beginning, with me and my brother.

My feet crunched against grass as i walked slow and steady. i stopped at what looked like a beach, the sky painted reds and purples while the sun set, blending together in a mess of pretty. Except it was not complete; something had been missing. 

and then i knew. i saw my brother building what he called a 'sea temple' above the ocean so he could work in the light instead of the deep blue depths the Ocean held on its floor. We needed someone to help us build! Code and Seed wouldn't help us. not after we realized they had been people who gave us parts of themselves so we could create our world. They are resting at the core of our earth now as  they rejuvenated there bodies. So i needed to mold a person that looked like me and my brother. a child who could grow and explore, a child that could become a man on his own accord as we build around him! 

So i rushed off to my little sky home, a mountain with a cozy home resting on stilts and such even if the blocks had no force pulling them down, my brother had put the stilts because he was bothered by it's 'unreal-ism' which i didn't understand. 

But i went to my crafting room and to my alter while i summoned loads of clay in my 'inventory'. i took a stack and put it down and began to mold it. but i had no clue what i was doing! i had to have a visual and this was just off the top of my head. i gave up half way through as i grew frustrated and crushed my sculpture that was a clumpy mess. Tears tugged at my eyes as i felt an anger rise in me, a golden glow forming around my hands and eyes as it flew off me like smoke from a torch with a steady stream. I saw a small statue of me and my brother that he made for me, i grabbed it and put it on the crafting table next to my altar and began to mold once again. 

i grabbed tools and whatever i could use to help. i used chunks of tree's and molded them into a base structure for this child, i used wet solid sugar for muscle, clouds holding a pool of water for his eyes, his hair was dried grass that turned brown from over exposure from the sun, his skin i made clay and torched it once it had browned slightly, and then he was done! a small human i called child. 

But how would he live? he had no mind, he would be like every other animal that would walk and eat and run when hurt. He needed to think he had a purpose, he had to think of how to build, he had to learn what was what and what he could do, he had to be ALIVE.

and as i lost myself in my mind i felt something sturr in me, this joyful bright feeling, hope and curiosity, a want and a need, and as i opened my eyes,  picked up the child, i watched as my gold aura floated into it's eyes and mouth as it became solid. its chest moved as i felt it sturr and boy did i feel something! it was so new and strange, and it made me cry as i hugged its small figure, gentle so its thin carved bones wouldn't break, and i listened to it breath.

"Steve" i said spontaneously, but i knew what i was doing. "your name is Steve." i said softly and carried it out of that room, bringing it to the outside. I didn't tell my brother which would agitate him but i also would unleash Steve once he grew bigger and could think on his own. "this will be your world when you can walk, you won't remember me but you'll know me. you'll do great things Steve." I spoke softly before returning inside and walked to my room. my house was open so i didn't have any walls to prevent access to anything, and i would raise Steve here until i deemed him ready.

i set him down and for a month Hero didn't stop by. but finally the day come as my brother floated to my doorstep after realizing i hadn't been around as i usually was. He did know more than i did, i know that he still holds information from me, abut our childhood. I could only see flashes of memory from dreams, and i quickly learned to forget because each time i tried to look back, my mind ached until i felt like i was melting and was bed ridden for a week with my brother by my side. 

But anyway, when he knocked i still had Steve in my arms. Steve's bright blue eyes had opened and he had become very grabby. I opened a door with a big smile and Hero was quicker than me, 'like always?'  i shake off that inner thought quick because it triggers a headache. 

"what is that? what did you make?" Hero asked with curiosity, which soon dissipated as Steve looked at him, reaching an arm out and swinging it. His violet eyes dilated and his breath hitched as he stepped back. 

"His name is Steve! he was more of a sudden inspiration, sorry i didn't tell you." I said without realizing why Hero looked so disgusted.

"why does he look like me?" he asked with a wild expression.

"i guess he does. i used the model of us so i could figure out how to make him look. Since you look younger than me i wanted him to look as happy as you looked. after all you are the one with hair!" i said and chuckled, Steve now pushing against me to try and grab Hero. "calm down, hold him. he doesn't hurt." I said, trying to ease my brother, i wanted him to calm down and realize that nothing bad would come of this.

He was hesitant, furrowing his brows and flinching when Steve's cold hands finally touched him. Steve furrowed his thin brows and made a sound that suggested he was displeased. And then finally my brother let Steve into his arms. The curious little boy began to pull at his clothing and hair gently to see what it was and did, putting his small chubby hands on Hero's face as he made some incoherent babbles.

"what will he do?" Hero asked with worry.

"build, explore, discover! he will learn and do as he wishes! When he can defend himself i will erase his memory and set him off of his way. And we will have to be careful of where we build and when, but we can make other worlds to do this in if we must. ive been practicing making a gate to what i'm calling the aither." I said excitedly and motioned to my crafting room. 

"wait, why take away his memory? and why let this thing take our our world! we built this for us. not for him!" he argued and handed me Steve. from there it went down hill.