The Legend of the Enderborn

by benderfan

In the ancient texts of Mincerus, it is said that a mortal born of enderic blood will rise and become the new guardian of the end. This is that legend unfolding in the year 3030, when legends have been cast down as mere children's stories. WARNING: There is depictions of blood and gore. Do not read if you do not think you can handle it.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The stage has been set

The story begins in a land far from our own. It is a land full of wizards and vampires, of ghouls and ghosts, and of a legion of demons who plan of world domination. This legion of demons has many names. Some call them the legion of death, some call them the worshippers of darkness, yet despite all these titles they have but one true name, and that name is…the Ender Men! Although their name speaks of them being men, they are the exact opposite! They are darkness in its living form! In daylight they burn to ash. Water cleanses what little of a soul they have. This story is of a man who was born with the blood of an ender man, and of his journey to halt their plan from coming to fruition. That plan being...TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

We find our hero in his apartment near the freeway watching television. He has an average job and lives an average life, just like everyone else who lives in Mincerus. He makes model blades for a living. After a little while he started to feel a burning sensation all over. He ran up to the bathroom to take a shower to ease the pain. As soon as he stepped in to the shower and turned on the water, the burning sensation became even worse! Elsewhere in the world, in a cave with walls covered in strange runes, an old man suddenly opens his eyes and says "The hero of the prophecy has awoken. The final battle has begun." He glances at a sword in a pedestal beside him and says "Go, find the hero and guide him to the dark lord's fortress so he can complete the prophecy."

Suddenly a group of creatures with skin black as night and eyes that glowed of an eerie shade of purple appeared. They all stared at the old man, as if expecting him to say something. Then finally he spoke saying "I sent the blade off to find the hero. The next ender born is ready for his position as the hero of legend." The response from the ender men was in a tongue older than language itself, but I've translated it for you. The ender man who seemed to be the leader said "the dark lord will have your head for this, old man! We must find the ender born before he obtains the sword!" The old man begins to smirk and said "You'll never be able to track it. Even with your ability to sense the presence of enderic energy, it can cloak itself from all who are not the destined hero." "You've outlasted your usefulness to me" says the leader "and now it is time for you to die." As the leader finishes his thoughts, he puts his hand on the old man's forehead. Then, the old man's head explodes.