DISCLAIMER: I do not own Minecraft; Mojang does, but the OCs are definitely mine.

I stand at the top of the mountain, gazing down upon the seaside plains wrapped in the setting sun. I watch as the last few rays of warm sunlight sink below the deep blue waves.

As the many dangerous mobs begin to spawn in the darkness, a smile creeps across my face. Still holding the valley in my gaze, I pull my dark purple facemask over my mouth and nose, and my purple and black hood over my hair.

With a quick glance at the full moon, I pull out my enchanted, particle-emitting ender blade from its black scabbard. "Let's do this." I whisper to myself, before sprinting down the hillside, mowing down any mobs in my path with a series of jumps and swings.

The name's Swift. Tella Swift. I'm the last of the Enderkin. This is pretty much my daily routine; travel, slay mobs while finding shelter, then set myself up for the night. Then repeat.

Ever since Herobrine wiped out my people and burnt our village to the ground, I've had no place to stay. I travel the world in search of him. I crave vengeance for what he did.

So, you might be asking, what's so special about the Enderkin? Centuries ago, humans crossbred with Endermen. This created the Enderkin. We're different from both species, but we have the benefits from both as well.

Some of us have night vision, some of us can teleport, some of us can look straight at an Enderman and live, and some of us can even talk to Endermen. Lucky me, I can do all four.

We all can do what humans can do; mining, crafting, smelting, the list goes on.

It's possible to tell an Enderkin from a human, as there is something Enderman-like about us. For me, my hair is the colour of Enderman eyes, but has a large, ender pearl green streak. Also, my lips and the inside of my mouth are also the same colour as Enderman eyes. Even my pupils are purple, exactly like an Enderman's!

I wear a hood and facemask with my black and dark purple armoured, ninja-like outfit, in order to hide my Enderkin features. I have to do this because if an agent of Herobrine sees them, I'll be dead meat.

I have no idea why Herobrine hates us, but I don't really care. I just want my revenge against him for wiping us out.

I've made it down the hillside, leaving a trail of slashed mob corpses in my wake. I sneak around, looking for a sheltered place where I can build a makeshift hut for the night.

Finally, I see a small sheltered spot in the side of a hill. I dash over to it, and set to building my base. I take out my stack of dirt blocks and start placing them, making walls and a roof.

Moments later, I have my temporary base, complete with a bed, a crafting table, a furnace, a chest and an enchantment table. It's not much, but I have to make do with it; a spacious, permanent home is a luxury I can't afford anymore.

Pulling back my hood and mask, I place any important objects I found in my portable chest. Reaching into it, I pull out an apple. I sit back on my bed as I eat it, thinking back to tonight's mob dash.

Once I've finished eating, I pull back my bed covers, lay down and drift off into sleep.

I find myself in my old village. Oh, how good it feels to be home, even though I know it's a dream.

Looking down at myself, my hood, suit and mask are gone, and I am in my old ender purple dress and robes, both marked with the same black and green insignia.

I look around and I see my parents, the leaders of our village. I see my little sister Ender, and my old friend Derman. Everyone else is carrying about normally and happily.

But then, everything changes. The sky darkens, and lightning splits the sky. I see Herobrine sprint like a demon towards us from atop a dark cloud.

Everyone stares at this famed, powerful being as the children cling to their parents fearfully.

I watch as Herobrine sends fiery rain upon the village and splits the earth beneath our feet, forming deep, lava-filled chasms. He summons horrid, unspeakable creatures to slay us.

I feel myself running far away to safety, but I look back. I stare helplessly at my friends and family, burning and screaming. I continue to run away from the horror as glossy, see-through purple tears stream down my cheeks.

With a gasp I wake up and shoot upright. I wipe away my tears as I try to calm myself. I hate it when I have nightmares about the day our village fell.

I've calmed down a bit now. I reach into my chest and devour a loaf of bread for breakfast.

I pull down my hood and pull up my mask. I collect all my belongings and store them in my inventory. Now that my former base is empty, I head outside and recollect my dirt blocks.

As I set off, I think back to today's goal. In the last village I visited, someone told me that there's another village on the other side of this valley. I'm hoping I can find out more about Herobrine there.

I grab my ender blade and start to sprint towards the distant mountain, hoping for the village, information and adventure.

A/N: I hope you like the first chapter in my brand new Minecraft fanfiction! More chapters on the way soon! As always, questions are encouraged, but flames aren't.