The War Against Withers: Chapter 1: Attack on Icaria
Location: 1500 blocks north-east of Icaria
Time: 18022
15639 Day/Night cycle
1572 Block Years
Character: Ender Steve
Ender Steve had his Ender wizard's staff balanced in his lap, stuffing a piece of pork chop into his mouth. The sun now dipped below the horizon and a red glow like a blood stained river flowed across the sky. A light wind whispered through his camp and chilled the air. Dark clouds rumbled through the sky, there was a smell of rain in the air. He patiently waited.
His men sat around him, finding some sort of business to soak up time. They were bored. Some were testing their bow, others drawing with a stick on the ground or forming random patterns on a crafting table. Many campfires were lit up to keep the warmth.
The moon was now rising and dinner was cooked up on a bonfire. "What do we have tonight?" he asked the chef.
"Mushroom Stew, as always," he said sadly. "If we really start fighting, then we probably only get stale bread."
Ender Steve sat down on a log and drank the stew. His men were still bored and he decided to tell them of his past experiences. He walked up onto a stone platform and cleared his throat and drew his soldier's attention.
"I am half Ender. Before all this invasion of the Withers thing happened, I was an Endermen hunter. I used to collect precious Ender pearls and sell them or make them into Eyes of Ender. One fateful night, an Endermen caught me unprepared and I received this deep gash on my torso. After a few days, I began having a high fever. I thought I was going to die, but I eventually recovered. I thought I was fine, but then my skin began to turn black. It covered half of me, and my right eye turned into this emerald colour. I don't know why it turned into this, as Endermens' eyes are purple."
He finished telling his past story and stepped off. His men seemed to have recovered and went to sleep while some kept guard. Ender Steve was also very tired and curled up in his blanket. He could not help his eyelids closing and soon was asleep.
Ender Steve woke up with a start. It seemed to still be in the middle of the night. An alarmed voice from the outpost brought everyone's attention. "Commander! The Withers are coming, everyone be careful!" the voice screamed in panic.
Suddenly everyone seemed to do the exact same thing, waking up, picking up swords, scrambling for arrows, putting on armour and packing food into their pockets. Ender Steve made out a dark line in the distance enlarging by the second. He slowly got up and picked up his staff. "Everyone!" I know all of you very well and know that we have been in these sorts of situation before! I also believe that you know every battle is important! This is a war to protect our land. I know that you will definitely try your best to protect it! We will guard Minecraftia to the very end!" he shouted on top of his voice.
His army roared and gave cheers! "Lets go," he said this softly, but it seemed to have an electric effect on his army. Soon they were all charging towards the dark line full of Withers and their minions.
The armies soon clashed together, pushing into a bloody mess. Weapons collided together and blows were parried. All they could see were lines of Wither Skeletons. Warriors from both sides fell in clans. Ender Steve had to admit, that, even though his army was greater in number, the Wither Skeletons had the advantage of strength and health. Before his opponents could get a chance, he ordered a wave of arrows to be fired. His brave archers pulled back their bows and released.
A huge cloud to arrows rained down on the Wither army, instantly killing and injuring many. His army cheered in triumph and rushed forward to engage their enemies. There was a mad attack of their swords, which brought many Withers down. The Withers wavered, threatening to break, but soon clumped together and took the chance of a counterattack.
Ender Steve's soldiers fell in massive numbers and were pushed back. "No, I can't lose anymore lives, not on the face of my late wife and son" he thought in his head. With a mad rush, he uttered a spell. "/spawn Iron Golem 10!" Instantly a crowd of Iron protectors fell from above and started to crash through the enemy lines. Spawning Mobs took strength off him, and he bent down to take a break.
A Wither Skeleton crept up behind Ender Steve, but he noticed early enough, spun around and struck the creature with his staff, slicing its body in half. Blood splattered everywhere. He suddenly saw the dark outline of a flying object high above in the sky; he thought it was a Wither. Ender Steve flew using magic and fired a beam of energy towards the creature. It hit it in the middle head and exploded. The Wither roared and began to fly towards him. He dodged and cut its disgusting black back. Ender Steve thought that he could win easily and underestimated the Wither. This was a massive mistake.
Before he could react; three incredibly large Wither heads came flying towards him. They were way too fast for him to dodge and would all strike him. His life flashed before his eyes.