It felt like what I'd always imagined pure victory to feel like.. I could fly. To glide and soar had always been my only dream, right from my first lines of code. I could burn and destroy, I could rule! First, players held me in awe, then in fear. I never noticed, until I did something only natural to my code. But it was enough for them to see reason to find me; Guardian of the original Aether. I paid for the code which gave me life with my life. The flipped my entire existence upside down, turned me 180, inverted me. They sealed me away, using some sort of charm- command- to corrupt my pedestal of the clouds to the hardest bedrock of all. The obsidian pillars from which the summoned to break apart and shatter my domain glistened with a deceptively hopeful light. I was broken. The end crystals drained and sucked away my life, while replenishing it simultaneously. My immaculate red scales were sucked of all colour but void black and grew sharp and pointed. A purple sheen washed over me, my claws,crests and translucent wing membranes glow purple now, for I was changed. The original Aether Dragon- ruler of the sky dimension,give rof blessed Dreams and curse Nightmares- was now sealed to rule the opposite, the dark dimension of the deep. The End
"And that's how I came to be.." sighed the dark she-dragon. The Egg on the pedestal made small tapping noises. The Ender Dragon curled protectively around her Egg, which continued rather annoyingly to make tapping noises. "The Endermen? Oh.. the are a story for another time.." Tap tap. "The reason I only tell depressing stories is because I'm a depressing dragon, this place is called The End for a reason!" snapped the mother dragon, and the Egg was silent.
Three blind ghasts,
Three blind ghasts,
They all chased after the Nether Lord,
Who cut of the tentacles with a diamond sword,
Did you ever see such a thing in the world,
As Three Blind Ghasts?
Original lullaby for baby dragons,written by The Ender Dragon.