Minecraft: This Is The End

by xXxomegastreakxXx

After the death of the Enderdragon at the hands of Steve, an evil far greater is rising within the End, threatening to destroy every dimension. Now, a group of misfits must rally the kingdoms of the Nether, Overworld, and Aether if they are to put a stop to it and save the worlds from destruction. Allies will be found, enemies will be made, and secrets will unfold. ON HIATUS

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note

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Hey guys, before you get started on reading my story I wanna take a moment to tell you the many mods used in this story; Aether, Mob Talker, Elemental Arrows, Tale of Kingdoms, Wight & Stalker, Mutant Creatures, Farlanders, Primitive Mobs, Weeping Angels, Flans Mod, and Titans. Notch, Steve, and Herobrine (He's not a bad guy in this! :D) will also be added for story enhanchement. Also, try to imagine this story as anime, 'cause that's how I made it. Enjoy! :)

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It was night in the Overworld, and in a particular Forest Biome a figure walked between the oak and birch trees, holding a diamond pickaxe in his hand. The glow of his white eyes illuminated the ground in front of him, and the various hostile mobs ran in fear from him. He was Herobrine, Guardian of the Overworld as he was appointed by Notch, the creator and ruler of all Minecraftia. Notch had his palace up in the Aether, but Herobrine didn't have a house to live in; just wander around the world, slaying any threats to it that arose.

Herobrine stopped. A group of Endermen weren't fleeing like the rest of the mobs, which was odd behaviour enough, and if it weren't for the fact that there were so many of them and that their sole attention was on him, he would've just thought them braver than the rest. One of them, a large male with a twisted jaw, made the eerie growl exclusive to Endermen and threw a stone block at him.

The guardian swung his hand like he was swatting a fly, reducing the stone to fine powder. All at once the Endermen pounced, shrieking battle cries. Herobrine narrowed his eyes before ducking under the dive of the large male, swinging his pick up to catch it in the gut, grabbing another by the head and slamming it into the dirt. The rest were soon fried by spontaenous lightning strikes he'd summoned. The unfortunate male Herobrine had caught struggled feebly on his pickaxe before its eyes rolled to the back of its head and it let out a hoarse death rattle.

Herobrine retrieved his pickaxe, surveying the carnage with concern in his eyes. The Endermen never stood a chance when they attacked, but it wasn't an attempt to destroy him; it was a warning.

"So, Ender Lord," Herobrine muttered to himself, "You've reawakened..."