Endera

I open my eyes. I feel the fear and stimulation leave my body, drained away and replaced by the constant pulse of confusion and exhaustion. I feel free, non existent, like floating, almost. But I'm not floating, I have the feeling in my stomach that you get when your free falling, falling down, away, lost, forever. I consider my location, and find that the previous blur of my surroundings clear, revealing what seems to be a library. The walls are a strange kind of block, not any I've ever seen before, tan, with the durability of iron. I sit in the center of a hallway, on either side of me there are beams of light, numbers zoom through each of these beams, some blue, others black, different fonts, sizes, purposes. Programming existence into shape. I here movement behind me and turn. A strange creature, so abstract, mysterious, appears before me, and yet, slightly familiar. It's like everything, packed into on entity. All the blocks, resources, tools, items, everything shrunken down, and combined within a strange swirling vortex that made up this being. Somewhere from within the blur, I see a light, a pale, blue, light. The entity speaks, straight into my mind, expanding within my mental capacity, exploring the far regions of my intellect and delivering one message:

COME

The word slides through every conscious thought and memory, thought, and dream I have every possessed. Like a stream of commands, ordering my coding to follow it's will. The creature begins to float away, down the hallway. I follow, and as I leave, the hallway becomes a blur once more, no longer important. We enter another room, at least 50 blocks in length and width. It descends far down, so far down I think that it may never end, but I wouldn't be able to tell anyway, because the gap is filled with blue light, hundreds of symbols combined. A small bridge appears over the gap, leading through the sky blue mist of numbers. We walk away, vanishing from sight in seconds. The next room we enter at first appears dark, but then it's filled with light. I gasp. Hundreds of hundreds of roughs of holographic players, each one's code is visible through their see through bodies. I spin around to face the entity, questions bubbling from my mouth, realizing I can speak, now that I wish of it.

"Am I dead? Where are we? Who are you? Why am I here? Are we sti-" I'm cut off as a mental wave from the entity silences me. And then it speaks, broadcasting it's answer placed within thoughts straight to my mind.

You are in the Partial Zone. The Partial Zone was what created every minor prototype of existence to your universe. It filters and manipulates the data that sustains life within all entities, except for me, and The Two. We are essentially bodies of data, that assist the Partial Zone in filtering, processing, creating, and controlling the stream of data that has created your universe. I am The Recorder, I memorize every fragment of speech, thought, and script. I process and manipulate of the Partial Zone's records, copying them down and releasing them to a secret location within your Universe. I believe they are transmitted into an item known as a book. The Two are mere conscious, who control the Block Universe. Giving the same message to every player who is able to defeat an Ender Dragon…speech on my part, however, is not relevant, you have a choice.

"Wait…what, a choice? A choice about what?" said Endera, surprised.

Too save your friends, allies, and accosiotes, all of which have been terminated. You can choose to reload their conscious back within their bodies, locking the death code back in it's data pack, sealing it off until they experience code damaging effects.

"Death code, what the hell is that?" said Endera.

When a player sustains damage to the exterior, their bodies, their code will also be damaged. The Partial Zone built in a data pack, which held a code, which would primarily send out one code, ending the existence of the players exterior body, transmitting the code of the player to the Partial Zone, where it would be released…onward. The Partial Zone had one flaw, infused codes. An infused code that died would not be transmitted onward, instead it would be saved, along with the concious, to be used again. Occasionally changes could happen, but more less the player remained exactly the same. Endera, you can reverse the process, release the players conscious back to their bodies…but…

"What?! What's the catch?!" said Endera.

There are two. One, any infused code that has been killed by another, has neutralized the original players code, allowing the Partial Zone to transmit the code onward.

"Cherry…" said Endera.

Two, in order to reload the fallen players, the death codes must be absorbed and rewritten. The Partial Zone cannot absorb the death codes, or else the entire universe would freeze, every kind of existents would cease being, and would fade. It would take trillions of years for the system to reboot itself, and by then, all entities would be deleted. In order to save your friends, you must absorb the codes.

"Oh…" sighed Endera, her voice catching on the last note. A tear slid down her face. She took a deep breath, and faced The Recorder bravely.

"How, how do I save them," she said, shaking away her fear. But now there was only light, light and The Recorder.

Just let go. Let go. Let go.

Something glowing and purple zoomed away from Endera. My ender code, she thought. She felt like she was flying and descending at the same time, joy, understanding, sadness, all washed away through her. Now there was only light. Only light. And then, at that moment, Endera died. And at that moment, all of the other players awoke. Endera thought one last thing as the light, and the dark consumed her.

See you on the other side.