Hia people! Last time I didn't have an A/N, due to a rush. To Jens Dragonborn, I'm still working on Dawn, but all the words! Anyways, I want to know your opinion, epic or vulgar (School had me into high Vocab.), for I can't fix what I can't see. The language is currently Philippino (it sounded the best for the story). Thanks for the Support by R&Rs!
Shh-Shh, Shh-Shh. The shifting noise nearly woke me up. Unfortunately, I'm a deep sleeper, so I stayed asleep. Then the chanting started. "Get up,Get up, Get up! You must be waking up!" The tiny voice loudly whispered the language of Mobs in my ear. It was in that language, indeed, but I've learned to translate into English, as well as Mob language. "Tigil, Tigil! . . . Lima Minuto" I muttered, translated into Stop it, five more minutes! The voice continued chanting "Come on, I know you favor the players! Hurry before, come the Slayers!" The voice crawled around on my face until I sat up. Rubbing my violet eyes, I sat up against the cold, stone walls of the stronghold. I stared at the silverfish twirling in circles chanting "The Human, The Human! Hurry, she or he's doomed, man!" Ya, I kinda like watching the humans live, for I constantly see them killed by us mobs, other humans, and the cruel world of nature. I was part of the ones that killed, but against my will. Being an Ender of about 38 - in an Ender's lifespan, that's about 12 years old- and a girl, I reached the age where I kill everything I see, practically. Mostly humans, and if I'm angry, a few mobs.
No Ender is proud for this if they kill a mob, but we only see players as a threat because they tear down walls with Picks, and will literally slaughter for something as simple as string. There is history on that, but we don't tell them, especially since they don't even speak Mob language. "Xena, from reality, you're fading! It's very quite degrading" the silverfish by the name of Pip called out. Every time I ask it's gender or age, it becomes a master at changing subjects, even with the rhyming it does for no reason whatsoever, not that I'm complaining. I slip colorful human clothes over the dark attire worn by the Enders to blend into darkness.
As I step out to find the human, Pip shuffled a pumpkin near my head "Don't forget the Pumpkin! Before you go a-jumpin' " Thank Herobrine - Mobs have different religions, as well- that He/She reminded me, I only know one other way to stop me from killing: go in water. I left for realsies this time, to save the human from killing, and be killed.
Thanks to Jens mostly, RhymeZone (Pip's dialect, there is a reason for that, It's the only onr that does that), and my illustrator as well. Both Pip the Silverfishy and Xena *If you can't tell, she's the Ender* are my brain children, and no O/C's yet. I have A plan for salvation! Merry Veteran's Day!