Hey readers, sorry about the fact i haven't made a story in like, 4 years. I just never really got round to it. Anyways, i was sitting on the sofa one day and i came up with this idea.at first i thought of an Enderman blending in with human society, but that would be way too... Predictable. Anyways (again) Authors notes will be in square brackets, bold and italic, and everything else is story. So,

ENJOY!

[BTW Endermen are actually friendly, it's just that when you look at them they are overcome with an epic jealousy of your beautiful Human eyes, as theirs are dull and bland, and so they automatically jump towards you, they can't control themselves]

P.S I am a little bit of a grammar nazi now. Not properly, but it really makes me angry if i don't use capital letters or commas in the right place.

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"Hey! im going out for a bit, anyone want to come with me?" Flynn said. A chorus of no's met his ears. His smaller brother, Alex Azaeraphale, was 'making' his first sheep farm, using the flamboyant colours Flynn got from his mining trips (Lapis lazuli mixed with cactus etc.), and Cuba Riordan, his older mining buddy, was trying for a level 50 enchantment on his pickaxe, Which would take a while.

And so Flynn set off, humming and gently bumping his axe on his knee as he went. He started chopping down trees, and soon there were none left. He checked the sky and saw the sun was just about to set. 'I'd better be getting back to the village.' He thought, and so he set off. Just as he could see the walls of the town, a voice that Flynn knew was an Enderman[A/N Human names have capitals, so why not Endermen?] whispered behind him. To him it was nonsense, but the Enderman was actually trying to alert him that he'd gone off his pathway and was just about to fall into an overgrown ravine.But as Flynn didn't use the same spectrum of sound he just turned around and wildly slashed at the tall dark figure.

The Enderman managed to teleport away just in time, but Flynn wasn't so lucky. He tumbled down the side of the ravine, his shins on fire. When he landed at the bottom, he realized he hadn't paid attention to how hungry he was.

So then he sat at the bottom of this hopeless ravine, 3 and a half nuggets of hunger left and half a heart.

He knew he was in trouble.

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This was just a prologue, to get you introduced to the story, ill try and write longer chapters in future. JEEZ! The authors that inspire me never said writing was THIS hard!

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