A/N: Bonjour, mes amis! C'est le chapitre deux. Aujourd'hui dimanche, le 4 novembre. Well, back to English. That was French, by the way. So today I am very happy cause I got two reviews! It's not much, but hey, reviews, no matter how many, make me happy! I thank Mellifluousness for giving me advice in chapter one. And also please send in questions for my characters. I will choose 5 to answer. Now, let the story commence!

Chapter two: Endria Hermanen

15 year-old Endria Hermanen looked out the window of her orphanage, Happy Places For Idiots. Now, "idiots" was not really the word intended for the orphanage. You know, graffiti struck. So anyway, End looked out the window at the misty, dark sky. A creeper looked in her direction, and she ducked.

I should sleep, End thought. She snuggled up in her bed and listened to the "comforting" sound of zombies, spiders, and other hostile mobs. She closed her eyes, and went off to venture in Dreamland.

A darkness swept over the sky. It was not the usual night sky, but a forceful drape of doom and evil. It enveloped a tree, and the tree crumbled to ashes. The ashes blew away in the wind. The darkness wrapped itself around a zombie. The zombie shrieked with pain, and eventually dissolved into nothing but another pile of ashes. The evil force saw End, and- End woke up, panting. She felt her heart, and she guessed it was beating about 10 times as her normal heart rate.

"Don't panic, End. It's only a nightmare," she assured herself. Still, she could not help thinking about the mysterious dark force. She looked out the window once more, and noticed that the sky was darker.

"It's my eyes," said End, blinking rapidly. She sneaked a glance at one of her friends in the orphanage, Mellifluousness, or Flu for short. Flu was... A little behind times. She would not know how to work a phone. Flu would say old little expressions.

"Upon my word!" Flu mumbled, obviously dreaming. Great example of an expression right there. Flu was weird, even if she was 14 years old.

"Goodnight, Minecrafatia. Goodnight, Flu," mumbled End, tired.

"Upon my word!"

End rolled her eyes.