The Last Mob Whisperer (Being Rewritten As Another Book)

Origins pt 3-who lives

"Let me in," Hero said as he stood in front of two guards who were ready to attack.
"In sorry we can't do that," one said.
"You can't just walk in here and demand to see the king," another said.
"I can. I will and I don't need to be stopped by you weaklings," Hero said in a menacing manner, scaring the two for a while. One coughed to regain composture.
"I'm sorry, but it just can't work like that," the first said," we cannot let you ....."
"Herobrine," another guard poked his head out the door. Everyone shut up
"The king has requested you,"

"Herobrine,"
"Stephan,"
Herobrine growled at the sight of the old man laying on his death bed. The king of the overworld, king Stephan.
"What's with that growl Hero. I thought we were friends," Stephan smirked the coughed.
"Friends don't hire mobs to kill each other and start up a war Stephan," Hero said, the name rolling off his tongue like venom.
"Hero," Stephan sat up," Don't be like that. I did what I had to."
"And what about now!" Hero lashed out, his eyes glowing more that they usually did," You're going to die now. Karma has finally come so you can pay your toll."
"Karma has nothing to do with it," Stephan said," All I have done was for the good of my people."
"Good of your people?" Hero repeted," Right. So sending them to war for possible death is for their own good huh?"
"Their deaths will be worth everything if we win," Stephan said.
"And what about if you lose?" Hero said,"Then their deaths would have meant nothing."
"Did I say if?" Stephan said looking at Hero dead in the eye," I'm sorry. Must have slipped my lips. I meant....When. We win."
"When? WHEN! You're dying Stephan. How is this war going to commence if you're dead?!" Hero demanded. Stephan chuckled. Hero looked at him with fury.
"What's so funny," he asked.
"The fact that you think that just because I'm dead this will stop," Stephan replied," I think it's time you met my predecessor." Stephan ushered to his side and a boy a bit older than Slamacow walked out of the darkness. Hero gasped.
"Surely you remember my son, Steve" Stephan said," I'm sure he'd make a great leader for this war. I've taught him everything I know."
"You're a sick man Stephan," Hero growled.
"Yes I know. That's the reason why he's going to take my place," Stephan said.
"Hello Herobrine," Steve said smirking evilly," I've heard a lot about you. I hope we can be great enimies."

Herobrine bust through the mansion doors.
"Black!" Hero yelled for his butler/friend. Instantly Black was walking by his side.
"Master Herobrine?" Black said," I take it the meet was not well?"
"His son. HIS SON!" Hero yelled as he walked into his office," He's dying and just to continue the war he's letting his son do it."
"What," Black said, surprised at the news," But, Prince Steve is just a few years older than master Slamacow. How will he carry this on?"
"He's the son of Stephan. There's no doubt he's been trained for this kind of crap," Hero said sitting at his chair.
"What are you planning to do about this master Herobrine?" Black asked. Hero sighed as he turned around and faced a painting of his father, mother, Kyle and himself. He looked at the happiness in their eyes in the painting. He had to keep his nation together. The only way was the way he was trying to avoid. He turned back to Black win determination
"We are going to win that war," he said. Black nodded with equal determination.
"Have every everybody above the age of 18 here learn how to fight and train. Send an alert to to mob dimension and the End. We're going to need their help aswell," Hero said.
"Right away sir," Black said running out the door. Hero sighed and looked at the painting again.
"Slamacow. Come out I know you're here," Hero said. The brown haired boy poked his head through the doorway.
"How'd you know I was here," Slamacow asked walking towards his uncle.
"I know you better than that Slama. Now, tell me what you're thinking," Hero said.
"Uncle. I....I wanna help too," Slama said. Hero looked at his nephew, surprised at first but then smiled softly.
"Listen son. I know you wanna help, but you have to understand. You're too young for this," Hero said.
"I'm sure this war won't happen for a couple more years," Slama said. I'll be old enough by then. Please uncle," Slama pleaded.
"Slama. Even if you'll be old enough, you're still in danger. No one but those few friends of yours know you're my nephew or know you're a mob whisperer. They think your mother was still pregnant with you when they were....killed. I can't loose you too," Hero said.
"But, since I am a mob whisperer, I can help more," Slama said.
"And because you are a mob whisperer, I need you to stay here incase I don't make it back," Hero said.
"Don't say that!" Slama yelled, a few tears forming in his eyes," You have to make it back. You just have to." Hero saw this and teleported to him. He held him in a tight embrace.
" Slama. I'm sorry I made you cry ok. I just. I just want you to stay safe. It's what your parents wanted," Hero said. He let go and looked Slama in the eyes," Tell you what. I'll let you train with Black. If anything happens....."
"Notch forbid," Slama cut in. Hero chuckled.
"Notch forbid. You can help out. Ok?" He said smiling.
"Ok," Slama said after a moment of silence. Hero ruffled his hair.
"Good boy. Now, art you meeting up with your friends today?" Slama face played himself.
"Oh crap. I'm late . I have to go pick up Ender, Lion and Slisa first too. Crap crap crap crap," Slama said as he ran out of the room. Hero put an hand on his waist and smiled.

After getting Ender (who had had gone for first seeing as Lion didn't like the End) and Lion, the three boys jumped through the nether portal and landed in the overworld. There, Slisa was leaning on a tree waiting for them.
"Took you all long enough," she said standing up. Ender blushed as he saw what she was wearing. It was a lot different compared to what she wore when in the nether. Instead of her usual blue sleeveless shirt and black shorts, she wore a cropped purple hoddie with white shorts and black knee-lengthed boots. Lion saw his face and smirked.
"Awww. Is little princey Endy gonna get a nose bleed," he teased. Ender quickly covered his nose and shot an angry look at Lion. Slama and Slisa, not having seen or heard anything, looked at the two questionably at them.
"Hmm? Something wrong you guys?" Slama asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," Ender said waving his hands in front his face quickly.
"True. Nothings wrong. I was just asking Ender why he didn't remove his crown. Wouldn't people know who he was if he didnt?" Lion asked.
"Yeah. That's a good question," Slisa said.
"Huh. Oh yeah. I'll remove it," he said. He started muttering some words. After he did, the crown gently laid on his head instead of floating over it. He then put the ender pearl necklace around his neck in his shirt.
"There. Is this good?" He asked.
"That works. Let's get going. Mitch can be.....impatient sometimes," Slama said.

"There you guys are. I nearly fell asleep," Mitch said jumping from the tree he was sitting on.
"You were right Slamacow. He is impatient," Slide said to her friend. Slamacow sweat dropped.
"Um. Slisa. You might wanna use my player name here," he said.
"Oh right. We're in the overworld. But, I don't have a player name," Ender said.
"Im sure 'Ender' is fine," Adam said," You are Ender. Right?"
"Yup. I'm Ender," Ender replied.
"So Slama.....I mean... Steven talks about us?" Lion asked.
"Sometimes. It doesn't really come up in normal conversations," Jordan said.
"The point is, we're gonna be late. You all are gonna need gamer tags so just use you mob names. We can talk introductions on the way. There's someone else waiting on us," Mitch said.
"I like this guy," Lion said smiling.
"You like bad company?" Ender asked.
"I hang out with you don't I?" Lion smirked and then started running as ender chased him.

"Psycho! We're here!" Mitch said.
"About time," a blonde haired girl said. Slamacow felt his face instantly heat up. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, short black pants and black knee-length boots. She also had a pair of black headphones with a mic. Wait. Did. Did he Like her? No. He "liked liked" her. Lion seemed to have noticed this and groaned.
"Seriously? Am I the only guy who's not in love with someone?!" He said. The two other boys blushed deeply and tackled him. They seemed to be fighting to cover his mouth.
"And this is why I'm glad there's another girl here," Slisa said. She walked over to the girl," Psycho right? I'm Slisa."
"Nice to meet you," Psycho said," Despite what Mitchell may say. I am the best fighter in our class."
"Stop using my full name," Mitch hissed before rolling his eyes," And you wish. I can take you out any day."
"Girls always win," she said back with a smirk.
"I have a question," Lion perked. The 3 boys had calmed down by this point," What's your full name?"
"Psycho Girl. And if you're wondering, it is partially mob," she said.
"OK. Question answered. I'm LionBlaze Blyaze. But call me Lion," Lion said.
"EnderDrone Shift,"
Oh were doing mob names?" Slisa asked," Well then I'm SkyeDagger Star."
"Nice to meet all of you," she said then turned to Slamacow,"What about you?"
"Umm. S..lamacow," he said looking at his feet.
"A shy guy huh. That's fine," she said then turned around," Let's get to playing already. I've been itching to kick Mitchell's butt all day."
"I told you to stop using my full name already!" Mitch yelled.

Slisa-welp. That's it.
Sorry it took so long. With school and a super short holiday it's not esey to get when I need typed. Also I have an announcement.
I'm thinking of redoing the book.

I feel as if everything is scattered and it needs to be brought together better.

So by way of vote, comment 'REDO' if u all think I should redo this or 'NOPE!' if you like it the way it is and want me to continue it.

Thanks for reading. See you next chapter.