Well here it goes, time for my story! BTW, I don't own Minceraft (or Minecraft) I only own all the characters in this story besides any of the mobs such as Endermen. Now with all of the technical crap out of the way, sit back, relax and enjoy The Ender Chronicles!
It was a warm morning in the wheat farm, not unlike many others in the town of Redne. The town's full name was Selcinorhc Redne Eht, (Sel-ki-noor-c Red-neh Eh-at) but most people living in the town just called it Redne.
Redne was a popular town, but not many people lived there, most people just visited the town for a few days. Today seemed like any other day to Jack and Steve, but today was different.
"Hey, look whose coming," Steve said.
"Hmm?" Jack said, almost in a whisper as he turned his head to First Street.
"Hey, guys!" called someone, dressed in a worn blue robe, with a light blue helmet and dark blue boots.
"Hey, Vage, how have you been?" Steve said as he plucked some wheat from the ground.
"Good. I went to a town I had heard of that supposedly floats across the Ednernam River, and let me just say, the rumors were true!" Vage exclaimed "I also traded a merchant for these walking boots."
"That's really cool, Vage!" said Jack, who had never been out of town borders, and was interested in anything that had to do with faraway places.
"I see you two are harvesting the wheat load," Vage said, staring at the tall wheat.
"Yea, we got lots for the town, and for ourselves, I think I'm going to go bake a nice pie!" Steve said, as he walked to his house. "See you guys later!"
"Yea, I think I have to go get some more coal for my furnace, I do have to feed the whole town." Jack was not exaggerating when he said that; being the owner of the only bread store in the town was not an easy job. "See you later, Vage."
"Bye," Vage said as he walked to the store to pick up some vegetables.
Once at the store, Vage picked up his food from the isle and went to the cashier.
"Hello, Tom!" Vage said once at the desk to buy his food.
"Oh, hey, Vage, thought you would be back home, studying your voodoo books," said Tom.
Vage, being an Ice-Fire Mage (or wizard, if you prefer) was always annoyed when his spells were called voodoo. "Tom, for the last time, they are SPELLS, not voodoo."
"Well, whatever, I can't tell the difference any-how," Tom said "so, ten carrots and 5 potatoes, correct?"
"Correct," Vage said as he took out his money pouch.
"That'll be..." Tom wrote down a math problem on a piece of paper filled with equations, "one silver coin, and ten copper coins."
"Here you go," said Vage as he took out one silver and ten copper coins. "Now, I must get to Varon's Black Smiting and Cloaks before it closes, I have to get a cloak to replace this old, worn out one."
"Well, you better hurry, it closes in five minutes," Tom says, as he gives Vage a bag with his purchase.
"Oh no! Is it that time already?!" Vage says, as he darts his vision up to the clock on the wall of the store. "I have to sprint to get there fast enough," and with that final word, he was off.
Vage had gotten to the shop ten minutes after closing time, but because he didn't have a watch, so he kept running. Once at the shop he goes in, to find a sleeping Varon.
"Wake up, sleepy head." Vage said.
All Vage got in response was a mumble and a tired voice says "No, Mummy, I didn't take the cookies, my brother did..."
"Varon, wake up," said Vage
No response.
"Varon!"
Still no response.
"VARON, WAKE UP!" Vage shouted.
"Waaaa! Who?! What?! Whe... Oh... Vage, it's just you... What do you need?" Varon finally said in his thick mix of a British accent and a French accent.
"I would like to purchase a new cloak; this one's getting a bit old." Vage said as he glances at the clock, which was now ten minutes after closing time. "Varon, why haven't you closed yet?" Vage said, very puzzled.
"Hm? Oh, um, well, I dozed off before I switched off the lights." Varon said very quickly as he got a cloak from under his desk, "Here you go, one of the finest cloaks made by brand, Elpoep Modnar."
"Thanks, and, how much is that?" Vage asked
"For you, my friend, it is free;" said Varon, "Now, leave, so I can close up the shop."
Vage looked puzzled, but did not question the generosity of Varon, being one of the grumpiest people in town, and left Varon to the shop. As he walked out, he was less then aware of the hooded figure, watching him, from behind the shop.
"Did he get the package?" said the hooded figure in Varon's shop.
"Yes, I gave him the package in the pocket of the cloak, now keep up your end of the bargain!" said Varon.
In response, the hooded figure took out a small pouch with a total of 50 gold coins.
Varon looked more than happy to take the pouch from the gloved hand of the hooded figure.
"Thank you, sir, come back any time!"
The hooded figure just walked to the door and stopped to say, "Oh, I don't think I'm going to be coming here once it happens," and with that, he disappeared into the forest, gone.
The man and his kind where there. Skin being black as night, the only part of him you would be able to see was his ripped, red stained lab coat, and his eyes, one brown, one purple. But they were there. Due to a lab experiment that went horribly wrong, he was now one of them. Them, who rule the night. Them, who would attack the town, and take everyone prisoner. Them, who would burn the town to the ground. Them, who would take back the world from the Minecraftians. Them, who would strike. Now.
Vage had missed his bed. He mostly slept in the dirt on his adventures, or stone on the ground, or sometimes not sleeps at all, and walks through the night. So he was glad to be back home. He had just put his cloak in his pack, along with nine carrots, four potatoes, and some leftover Italian steak, along with two spell books, titled Pirus, and Aquos witch roughly translated to fire, and ice, and his boots and helmet. He always kept a pack because he never knew when we would hear something that he could try to go out and find. But tonight he took it for a different reason. He was awoken by the strange screech that sounded throughout the village. Vage then immediately looked through his window to see Endermen attacking the village. Instinctively, he took his pack, and ran out before any of the Endermen could see him.
Now running away from the only home he had ever known, Vage looked behind him just to see Tom the shop keeper be grabbed by one of the Endermen, and disappear, with purple sparks where they were. After that, he noticed a small one, compared to the matching heights of the other Endermen. And this one was wearing a ripped lab coat, with the bottom and arms stained with red. That's when the small one turned and saw Vage. Knowing that he saw him, he quickly sprints for a cave not too far off. Knowing it must be right behind him he stops at the edge of a ravine. Looking back at the thing now chasing him, he looks down and jumps into a small pool of water that the bottom, right as it was about to grab him.
As Vage splashes down into the pool, he looks back up, at the thing, and they meet eye contact. They stare for a while before the thing then turns, and walks away.
"What was that?" Vage says to himself, being all alone, with what seems like no way out. "I guess I should try to find a way out," he says, as he gets out of the pool, soaking wet. "Maybe I can climb the vines over there..."
Without another word, he walks over to the vines and starts climbing to the entrance. When at the top, he goes the opposite way of the village, thinking they will still be there, and heads into the forest. Once deep in the forest, Vage finds a tree house.
"Who would build a tree house all the way out here?" Vage whispers, as he slowly climbs the vines, tied together to be a ladder. Inside were a bed, and a small pouch on the bed that had some silver coins, and one gold coin in it. "Hm..." Vage said, "Well, I guess I should get some rest, it is the middle of the night. And with that, he climbed on the bed, took out the cloak to use as a blanket, and went to sleep. He slept so soundly, he didn't even notice the hooded figure, hidden in the leaves, watching him, without a single sound.
OOoOooOoOoOO spooky! Who is the hooded figure? Why did the Endermen attack this village? Why do I keep putting questions you aren't thinking about into your head? Find out in the next chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Ender Chronicals, and something I like do do with my words that I make up is type them backwards, or rearrange the letters. Try it in this story, I think you will be amused. Well, don't forget to rate, revew, and all that jazz! Bye Bye!
~ Crafting Menace