A/N: Hey there people of fanfiction! As you can see I am writing a new story. This one is, also as you can see, for minecraft. I've been reading some minecraft stories and I thought that it would be cool to do one myself, so here we are. Anyway this story is gonna be about my minecraft character growing up with an Enderman as his guardian and surrogate father(as I imagine he would grow up, I love Endermen). Anyway I will also try to put any and all OCs into this story. If you want your character in the story then put a description of them in the your review or pm everything you can about them. They must be able to exist in the world of minecraft. So that means it can be your minecraft avatar or some random mob that you very possibly drew outta a hat. Now onwards. WAIT! I would like to say that a friend o mine has a story up on here called The Adventures of SilverDancers, please go and check it out it's pretty cool. Ok now you can go. Onwards!
Date: Something something of something or other (couldn't be bothered with the date)
I have managed to acquire some paper and came across a minecrafter with leather so I made a book. A few days later I came across a pond where a squid had somehow got itself up on the ground and, for lack of a better word, drowned in the air. So I gathered the ink sacks left over, found a chicken, stole one of its feathers, and have created a journal. I will keep a log of my journey. This is the first entry, one which will be followed by many more.
I have been traveling for many years ever since my coming of age over twenty years ago. I have come across many different and strange things that most don't see in their lifetimes. I've seen Herobrine himself, I've seen what baby creepers look like, I've seen the many different types of my own species the Endermen, and I've seen the one and only time when the Enderdragon found a way into the Overworld. The story you are about to hear (or rather read) is what followed in the aftermath of the Enderdragon's attack on this world.
Three Months Earlier
I had spent a few days walking through a forest and was making my way to a desert when I started to smell smoke. The smell would have normally sent me into the nearest cave but this time it was stronger and more acidic, like something had been set on fire then doused in acid. I was torn between the decision to go and see what had happened or continuing on my way. However I was not given the time to decide as it was at that very moment that I had the instinct to run towards the source of the smell. I knew that instinct all too well, being one of several Endermen who came from the End straight to the Overworld so I had run into the Enderdragon several times. So as you can imagine I ran in the direction that didn't seem to fill me with fear: towards the source of the smoky stench.
What I saw when I reached my destination was so appalling that I at first thought I was having a nightmare. I had run straight into the middle of a village where everything had been laid to waste including the villagers themselves. Many of the small bodies were strewn all over the grass and laying half-in-half-out of windows and floating in the well. The only sound came from the fires that were still burning in a couple of houses and an odd high pitched keening that came from the top floor of the old church that was almost always found in villages like this. I teleported to the top of the decrepit old building and found that the noise was coming from a bundle of blankets that sat in a large crack in the wall that was actually barely big enough to hold the bundle and whatever was wrapped up inside it. I knew that at some later date I was going to regret looking in the bundle but I did it anyway. Inside was a baby boy, a minecrafter baby boy. The boy had on a name tag that said his name was Master of Thieves. I'm still not sure if that is his actual name, but until I find out I will simply call him MT. Now I must say that I didn't originally plan on taking the kid it just … happened.
I had looked around for more survivors so that I knew that the kid wouldn't be alone when I left the village. Unfortunately there were no other survivors. Everything that had been outside and even a couple of things that were inside had been utterly destroyed or killed. I returned to the roof of the church to get the boy. He had long since quieted down. I grabbed him, holding him by his head and ankles much like my species do with their young, and made my way back to the ground not knowing if it was safe to teleport with the boy in my arms. While on my down one of the buildings collapsed in on itself, the cobblestone ceiling extinguished most of the flames but the rush of air fanned the remnants of the fire into the wooden walls which ignited almost immediately. The noise also caused the child to start crying again. I knew that if I didn't get him to shut up then my saving him will only last as long as it took for the nearest undead or creeper or even another Enderman to get here and tear the both of us apart.
"Hush now child. Hush and be silent." It was something that my mother had always said to me whenever I would make too much noise for even her to bear. And it seemed to have the desired effect, the boy almost instantly fell silent. He gave a cheerful warble and seemed content to be held once more now that he knew he was in no danger any longer. We made our out of the forest but instead of heading to the desert like I had originally planned to do by myself, now that I had this kid with me I would have to travel through areas with plenty of water so I could keep him from dying of thirst.
Present
That is the story of how I ended up with a son. Over the three months that I had him I passed several villages and a few minecrafter towns where I would try to find a new home for him, but every place I left when I came back an hour later he was still there with all the food that I left to make sure that he wouldn't get hungry while he waited. Unfortunately no one ever wanted him, it got to the point where I stopped leaving him then I stopped going to the towns and finally I stopped trying altogether. That was after two months. He is now a year old. He spoke his first word three days ago and it was directed towards me. He had called me 'Dada'. It had made me happier than I had ever been. So after that I decided that it be in our combined interests if I kept him and took care of him for as long as I was able.
Today we went looking for food. Normally we got apples and sugar cane, but we occasionally got things like wheat and pumpkins. At first I thought that I would have to have MT stay under a tree while I went looking for apples in the leaves but instead of doing what I told him to do he went scurrying up the nearest tree and the next thing I know there are apples raining down from every branch on the tree and a few next to it. After that day I felt like the one who should sit under a tree and wait. So today we harvested apples and after we found a minecrafter's house that had a large wheat, carrot, and potato farm. Needless to say we ransacked it for all it was worth. He always refused to go until we had replanted the crops. And at that age, no matter the species, he was more stubborn than a mule as the saying goes. So after an hour of replanting and reseeding we had fully restored the farm and in a neater way as well. I will have to stop writing here as MT is asleep and then scratching of my feather has set him stirring. This has been translated by me. As I have mentioned before I have traveled very long and have much and have managed to learn the language of the minecrafters, only in writing. So until next time, may Notch be with you.
Realta
A/N: I must say now that most of the names of mobs and original characters will be in Irish. Also my friend le meilleur rose will be helping me with this story and will also be apart of it as a main character to be added later. Well hope you had fun reading and good day or night to you all. Oh and remember if you want to have your own characters in here then leave their info in a review or pm me the details. I will add them whenever the story permits. Now you can stop reading.