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"When you were standing in the wake of devastation,
when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown...
and with the cataclysm raining down,
insides crying, "save me now";

You were there, impossibly alone..."

- - Iridescent song lyrics don't belong to me, neither does Minecraft Story Mode. - -

Minecraft Story Mode hasn't really told any of the character's childhood background stories, and I happen to have a personal fanmade one behind Petra that I use in roleplays and just for myself included.

Petra had no idea who her parents were at birth, (or spawn, as I sort of call it because they never mentioned what it was called in that universe) she barely scraped by on her own as a 9-10 year old tomboy stumbling around the skirts of villages and was malnourished as well as being diagnosed by her future "caretaker" as badly anemic.

Her future caretaker, as you guessed it probably by now since this is fanmade- was Herobrine. Being hunted down himself by people named "artifact keepers", he wasn't doing too well himself. For centuries straight he had been in hiding, not going on rabid hunts anymore thanks to the human population gaining strength and numbers. As a people alone, they were easy to take down- but the artifact keepers were individuals who hunted the supernatural and the unique beings. Each claimed and learned from rare strongholds that held libraries that led to what and where sources of power or unique abilities were.

Most of these sources were people. Most of them were found as people with unusual physical strength and blood or with weapon-forging abilities that were unique, basically old builders or the "special ones" as you might've called them then. Now they were just ancient architectures and mutated people.

There was one prize that they almost got ahold of, but simply couldn't get. It was that stubborn, hellish white-eyed bastard. They cornered him pretty good when they worked up on his pride, though. He was wounded to the point of critical blood loss, it was nearly twice as embarrassing and fuming compared to when that one blonde prince that was the last of his bloodline nearly slaughtered him in his own home with a quick back-to-front stab centuries back.

It was the second time he was defeated by mere mortals. Well, the second attack was several enhanced and extremely intelligent mortals, but it was pretty brutal for him.

He knew the artifact keepers were everywhere, and after the attack he didn't kill anyone for centuries. He stayed in hiding, as much as he hated it. He knew that without him alive, there were no mobs. Without mobs, the human population would explode unwantedly and the world would be devastated.

He found Petra one day, wandering around aimlessly- well, Petra found him rather. After that, he wasn't much of a father but he grew on her and became a stubborn, sort-of-awful but overall okay caretaker. He taught her how to survive and brought her up with him.

Time went by, he began to notice that the area where he stayed with her was beginning to gain sightings of him spread around villages and attention was brought to the area. He didn't want to, but he needed to sell her out or else the world would be devastated. His death would go by unnoticed, but everyone would notice when they figured out all the mobs were gone.

He reported in as anonymous, saying he spotted a 9-10 year old female proxy of himself in the area. They looked each other in the eyes with regret and defeat as the artifact keepers took her away. He was weak now, he couldn't stop them just as much as he couldn't the last time.

They took her and sampled her flesh, cutting out chunks of it from her hands. She escaped before they put her on death row for not needing the body any longer, wearing fingerless gloves from that day forward so no one would ever take her away again.

She knew why he did it, and she was accepting towards what he did- but secretly she still wanted to cry every time she remembered it, as if it were betrayal.

Description
"When you were standing in the wake of devastation,
when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown...
and with the cataclysm raining down,
insides crying, "save me now";

You were there, impossibly alone..."

- - Iridescent song lyrics don't belong to me, neither does Minecraft Story Mode. - -

Minecraft Story Mode hasn't really told any of the character's childhood background stories, and I happen to have a personal fanmade one behind Petra that I use in roleplays and just for myself included.

Petra had no idea who her parents were at birth, (or spawn, as I sort of call it because they never mentioned what it was called in that universe) she barely scraped by on her own as a 9-10 year old tomboy stumbling around the skirts of villages and was malnourished as well as being diagnosed by her future "caretaker" as badly anemic.

Her future caretaker, as you guessed it probably by now since this is fanmade- was Herobrine. Being hunted down himself by people named "artifact keepers", he wasn't doing too well himself. For centuries straight he had been in hiding, not going on rabid hunts anymore thanks to the human population gaining strength and numbers. As a people alone, they were easy to take down- but the artifact keepers were individuals who hunted the supernatural and the unique beings. Each claimed and learned from rare strongholds that held libraries that led to what and where sources of power or unique abilities were.

Most of these sources were people. Most of them were found as people with unusual physical strength and blood or with weapon-forging abilities that were unique, basically old builders or the "special ones" as you might've called them then. Now they were just ancient architectures and mutated people.

There was one prize that they almost got ahold of, but simply couldn't get. It was that stubborn, hellish white-eyed bastard. They cornered him pretty good when they worked up on his pride, though. He was wounded to the point of critical blood loss, it was nearly twice as embarrassing and fuming compared to when that one blonde prince that was the last of his bloodline nearly slaughtered him in his own home with a quick back-to-front stab centuries back.

It was the second time he was defeated by mere mortals. Well, the second attack was several enhanced and extremely intelligent mortals, but it was pretty brutal for him.

He knew the artifact keepers were everywhere, and after the attack he didn't kill anyone for centuries. He stayed in hiding, as much as he hated it. He knew that without him alive, there were no mobs. Without mobs, the human population would explode unwantedly and the world would be devastated.

He found Petra one day, wandering around aimlessly- well, Petra found him rather. After that, he wasn't much of a father but he grew on her and became a stubborn, sort-of-awful but overall okay caretaker. He taught her how to survive and brought her up with him.

Time went by, he began to notice that the area where he stayed with her was beginning to gain sightings of him spread around villages and attention was brought to the area. He didn't want to, but he needed to sell her out or else the world would be devastated. His death would go by unnoticed, but everyone would notice when they figured out all the mobs were gone.

He reported in as anonymous, saying he spotted a 9-10 year old female proxy of himself in the area. They looked each other in the eyes with regret and defeat as the artifact keepers took her away. He was weak now, he couldn't stop them just as much as he couldn't the last time.

They took her and sampled her flesh, cutting out chunks of it from her hands. She escaped before they put her on death row for not needing the body any longer, wearing fingerless gloves from that day forward so no one would ever take her away again.

She knew why he did it, and she was accepting towards what he did- but secretly she still wanted to cry every time she remembered it, as if it were betrayal.