"ENDERDRAGON!" My mother's screech filled the air and I looked away from my twin sister, Crystal. We were training to be warriors, each our own elements: fire and darkness, and ice and light. We had the life, really. We could do whatever we wanted and no one would care within this huge city, where we knew not many souls.
I looked at my sister and she nodded, understanding. We bolted off, following our mother's continuous scream. When our mother and the Enderdragon came into sight, we saw it's scorching fiery breath kill her. How could she die, though? She was the best warrior we knew! If our mother couldn't accomplish the feat of killing an Enderdragon, was it possible for us, two 12-year-olds to? Well, that definitely wasn't one of our thoughts at the time.
We rushed into battle, hacking and slashing wildly at the Enderdragon for a few moments before beginning the real fight; unleashing our hard-worked strategies. Working as a team, Crystal and I slowly dwindled the damned creature's health down; we could tell we were making progress by the steady amount of blood flowing from the Enderdragon's devastating wounds, that were, as to be expected, inflicted by our weapons. I had two blades, you see, while Crystal weilded a bow and arrow, always at the ready for shooting others' knees, if needed, including my own, which is a story for another time.
Back to the fighting, though. The enderdragon lunged at me, and I gasped, barely able to move aside before it's sharp fangs crushed my ribcage, spine, and whatever other internal things may have been in the way. I glared at it, my green eyes sparking with annoyance, rage, and sadness. It killed my mother, nearly got me, and just would not die! I slashed at it, cutting it's muzzle. The black dragon snarled at me, almost causing a shudder to ripple through my body. I was thrown back by it's enormous head swinging at me, and I rolled on the ground for a few moments, trying to catch my breath as I'd been winded.
Upon standing once again and stumbling toward it, it conjured a blast of fire in it's mouth. This isn't going to be pretty, I thought, preparing for the worst. I glared at it, knowing those would be my final moments.
Guessing, rather. Those were the final moments, though not for myself. I was shoved aside, fell to the ground, and looked back to where I'd been standing a second ago. There, Crystal stood bravely, with her arms stretched out facing each direction, she looked like she was pretending to be a flying bird, and the waterfall of fire was released from the Enderdragon's mouth, killing my twin.
Enraged, adrenaline took over. I'm not too sure what happened after, but I do know that I definitely killed that dragon. The next thing I remember is waking up in some strange land. I was told that I was in a village; along with me in that village were the leader, a wizard named Lawrence, a hermet named Burner, a hobo who called himself Liam, and a peasant by the name of Minty.
That was two years ago. I trained on my own from the fateful day I lost my only living relatives, who were also my closest, and today I remain Nuk, the warrior of fire and darkness.