Oh, Hello. You've decided to read my first publication. Thank you. I promise not to let you down.
I plan to delve into the mystery of Endermen, because I find them more subtle than both the Wither and witches. Maybe, I might add them in, in later instalments.
To start, some terms may baffle you. Here are some 'Facts' I've established for myself.
Firstly, 'The People' is what Endermen call themselves.
They are also gender-neutral.
Finally, they are the 'Perfect' evolvement of Minecrafters.
Creeping behind an obsidian pillar, I tightened my grip on my bejewelled sword. I swapped my pumpkin helm for one of enchanted, near indestructible diamond. The need for hiding was over. One more strike, and I could return to my people sane. The harsh shrieking roar of the tortured beast rent the air, snapping my nerve. It swooped in to face me, purple gore leaking out its nightmare jaws. I ran up the snout with a triumphant shout and embedded my blade up to the hilt, into the fearsome flesh of the Enderdragon.
I had been treated like a child, my belief that there was a greater power over me than that of the Nether. My wife a servant in the King's castle had dismissed my 'fantasies' as she called them. She refused to let me tell the children.
That would change. I would return with the egg and I would be a revered hero. I would be King.
The dragon disappeared in a flash of white light and black smoke. This would be a great addition to my journal. Avoiding the stares of the End's strange denizens I started to ascend the Bedrock nest left behind. It was soaked with purple blood, which made the ascent needlessly difficult. Finally I reached the egg and started to mine through its jet shell. Unfortunately the black broke in my hand.
I cursed, a splinter having been driven itself into my knuckle. I tended to the minute wound, gasping as I managed to pull out the miniscule shard. I looked back at the egg. It was still cracking, with no one mining it. A sliver was pushed away, revealing a violet glow from inside.
Untold beauty awaited me. Around the smooth, human skull sized pearl, was entwined a lean black dragon curled round so that its skinny tail touched its baby soft snout. The dragon was as long as my arm but half its width. The gurgle of soft hums mixed with vicious roars made no sense as they dribbled out of the young creature's cruel, carnivorous grin.
I lifted the glowing pearl, out of the cracked egg, delicately. Underneath the fluids of life which had nourished the Enderdragon's spawn, the colourless orb, full of red, gold, green, purple and black yet filled with none. It promised chaos, anarchy and endless deaths, but also warned of order, civilisation and eternal life.
Threads of blue and silver the colours not really there, shot through the gaping expanse that was the point of knowledge. It made me unsure of what was really there. Then again, why would I really need to be sure of? The sphere of the End was a baby in my hands, spreading warmth through my body, yet it was the oldest thing I'd ever touched. So many paradoxes encapsulated in one small globe.
"Who are you, stranger?" asked the Enderspawn.
"I am the embodiment of the People. " I answered, allowing the dragon child to crawl up my long arm and rest on my shoulders. I teleported back to the hunk of Endstone hovering in the abyss of the End. I found a strange book in my hand. The primitive runes on the cover shivered and arranged themselves into End, a language I knew 'The Journey into the End.'
Intrigued, I flicked through the pages watching as my pearl translated the scrawls into something dignified.
"What do you think of this, Enderspawn?" I enquired as a drip of purple blood clouded the harsh black scribbles.
"I cannot read this language or any other." It replied, staring down at the browning parchment.
Suddenly the drip of sacrificial ink soaked into the pages, taking the bold characters of End with it. The book seemed to consider the fluid, then, miraculously, the leaves of vellum filled with intricate diagrams more text, and incredibly details that no artist could ever hope to match. The ink was purple fading to blue then back again. The paper turned deepest black, and the cover darkened to an intense purple. The title shook, reforming into 'the Encyclopaedia'.
I turned to a new page, the book continued to be written.
"What is this sorcery?" I whispered.
The book flicked through its own pages, to the beginning, where I began to read.
"This 'sorcery', Reader, is the combination of your journal and a drop of Enderdragon blood. It is a comprehensive guide to the future of the End; therefore, it includes your own."
Baffled, I blinked. The characters were changed. The message was now quite a bit less personal.
"The Encyclopaedia is a book written in the hopes of educating the People of both the past, and the future of their race.
Contents:
Origins: page 2
The End's Physics: Page 16
Th..."
The table of contents ended there, but continued to write itself.
I left the book to its own devices, as Spawn asked me, in a voice that scintillated through tones, genders and emotions, "Where is my parent?"
Our gazes turned skyward. The void was somewhat emptier without the presence with our fearsome guardian. I shook with rage.
"Gah! Minecrafters!" I spat. Them and their imbecilic diversity. "You shall rue the day you slew our custodian!"
Those pious morons, they shaped the World Above like they were the sole inhabitants. They thought they knew best. I looked around, seeing shattered diamond tools and armours. Yes, a Minecrafter had been here.
Seeing the Encyclopaedia as a font of all knowledge, I asked what became of Spawn's parent, to confirm my suspicions.
"The Enderdragon, The pinnacle of existence and a true personification of Order, was cruelly slain by that known as a Minecrafter."
"Where can I find it?" I demanded.
"Your pearl holds the answer." was the cryptic answer.
I rubbed its surface, revealing my face. Simplicity and Efficiency entwined. I touched my reflection's nostrils. They protruded, on some facial bulge. It was pink. Slowly, my reflection began to change, becoming complex and ugly. I was now a Minecrafter. I hurriedly rubbed it again, letting out a cloud of excretion, which would quickly decompose into air. Thankfully, I was normal again.
"Who am I?" I asked myself.
The book seemed to know the answer.
"You, like all of the People, started life in a world that is not our own. However, you are now the parent to that known as Spawn, and you must allow it to grow, lest you meet misfortune. You may consider fighting the Minecrafters, so acts of this disgusting crime shall never happen again. You will need allies, more than your own race. You must become a leader."
I shut the book, grateful for its reassuring knowledge, and placed it on a pile of obsidian nearby. The pearl went on top.
"Your name, child, is Spawn... and I am..." I started, trailing off into the void.
"What?"
"I am... the Enderguardian."
Each of the People had their own opinion. We may have been the People, but we were far from united - maybe more than the Minecrafters, but still not one.
I climbed onto the edge of the bedrock nest, allowing Spawn to curl around my neck for safety.
"Who is fed up with the tyrannical Minecrafters?" I asked the End at large.
"Who wishes to be free of their prejudice? They shape our worlds as they see fit and they call us monsters, just because we return their buildings to natural order?"
Already, one or two of the People had mingled into a small group.
I aimed for 50, if not 100 hundred of the People.
"Who has had an acquaintance murdered for their pearl?"
I counted 25, continually growing.
"As the self-anointed Enderguardian to the Enderdragon's heir, I ask the People to take the fight to the Minecrafters, rather than wait here, for the inevitable conclusion, when they come for us, slay us and take our pelts as trophies?"
Spawn jumped off my shoulders, slinking into the crowd. My goal of 100 had already been passed, and my audience was a seething mass of black and purple, the true colours of the world, the insignia of life.
"What do you suggest we do, Enderguardian?" asked someone in the rabble, Spawn, no doubt.
"Do you know of the Nether, Person?" I asked, masking my secret admiration for spawn in a business-like tone.
"I have heard; another place of Chaos?"
A few murmurs went through the People.
"Yes, another place of Chaos. But, it serves our purpose. The People alone cannot fight the Minecrafters. We must ask, command the beasts of the nether to aid our cause.
More murmurs. The People liked this.
"Come, let us rid the worlds of the Minecrafterian Scourge!" I practically screamed. There were shouts of allegiance, promises and pledges one could not keep.
Then, the End was empty, silent once more.
Yes, the People had their own opinion: Mine.
So? Do you think I should continue? I plan to. Reviews are immensely welcome, be they my style, the formatting or something I have not noticed. Please be harsh, so I can improve.
P.S 'Minecrafters' refers to Steves, 'Minecraftians' are the 'proper' names for Testificates. Confused? It might get a whole lot worse...