It all began long ago.
In the destruction of the End.
Ender was there. He saw it all. And the Dragon lay sprawled out on the yellowish stones.
"I am weak now," spake Qarvus, the Last Dragon, "And there is but one place to where our sole survivors can go now."
Qarvus spoke of Earth. He spoke of the land and the sea. He told of many colours.
Ender listened carefully. He was young still, and yet the planet sounded a beautiful place.
The dragon paused. "Ender... Where are you?"
"Here, my master."
"Take this... It will help you..."
Qarvus rolled a purple orb towards Ender. He picked it up.
At once, he felt powerful. He was now an EnderLord.
"There are... Eleven more..." Moaned the dragon, " Find them... Ender... My warrior..."
The dragon said no more.
The Hokages chose this time to launch their attack.