A/N: So, I guess this part of chapter eight didn't want to be posted? Oh well, it can't get out of it so easily. This is the rest of chapter eight. Enjoy! Out with another soon. HAPPY DAYS! ~Savannah
The words were unfamiliar to the enderman, he had heard of death, and it was something that happened sometimes. He knew of murder more than he would like to, but dieing?
Dieing, like he wasn't dead but was going to be?
"Dieing?" he asked, beyond him not understanding what the word meant, he knew even less on how it pertained to the egg.
The boy look at the ground hugging himself. "Yes. I am dieing. Went me and Jupiter were living with our parents, a witch our hut. She killed my parents, and was going to kill Jupiter when I got in the way. She laughed and said that righteous people had to pay righteous prices. The text thing I know I am laying in that library, gasping for air." he explained.
The enderman listened though he felt it didn't answer his question. "And that means you are dieing?"
The boy continued, ignoring the question. "The position master explained that I had the white eyed curse. And that I was lucky to be alive. He said that I only have a few years at least. That was two years ago, and it is getting worse. So Mars started looking for cures. She found one in a dark healing book. She has gone almost crazy trying to fulfill it."
They were both silent for a moment.
"Jupiter helps her because she feels that it is her fault I got cursed, Mars is going crazy on my behalf for whatever reason. And truthfully…" he hesitated, looking up at the enderman.
"I don't mind. I don't mind that I am going to die. I wish that I could tell them that. So instead I will help you take the egg." he finished.
The enderman stopped walking, Saturn looking behind him curiously.
"Thank you, Saturn." he said, smiling at the boy.
"I am being more selfish than you believe. I am doing this because if I die, I want to die alone. I don't want to take a whole race with me." He almost whispered.
The enderman however, felt somewhere inside of him, that this boy wasn't being entirely truthful. He knew, without words, that this boy was horrified, who would want to die alone?
He took a step towards the boy, kneeling in front of him so they were the same height, eye to eye.
"I will be your friend. Not out of pity. But because being a friend means the same thing here as it does in The End, I don't think I could get a better one then you."
The boy's face softened, the carefree, happy smile lighting up his face. He didn't answer, only wrapped his arms around the endermans shoulders.
The enderman wasn't sure what the boy was doing, but he knew it felt nice to see the boys smile once more.
