After that period of my life that I called the Nether Era, I was a good boy for Notch. I reigned only the night of the Overworld. I took care of monsters that were confused or hurt. I shaped their emotions into ways to keep players in check. I only visited the Nether once during this time, and was horrified. It looked even more like a wasteland than ever before. The monsters were frustrated because there was no official leader watching over them. The Zombie Pigmen thought they were leader because they were the ones I had assigned to patrol the Nether. The Wither skeletons thought they should rule because they were kin of the original Wither. In the midst of this turmoil, the Ghasts flew away from the Fortresses, shedding salty and rather fiery tears until they wore permanent tear stains, all from this tragedy. That day I pondered over my visit, and wondered if the Nether was destined to have no leader.

Heartbroken by my dimension's failure, I felt the desire to create entire worlds racing through my veins. I worked hard inside the Void during the daytime, when I was "off duty". I called it The End, because it was even lower resting than the Void itself, which was considered the end of the world. It was like the inverse of the Nether, which was a mass of matter, with pockets of air. The End hovered in a mass of air, with chunks of land.

I decided that rather than making a bunch of average monsters for it, I would form a single, powerful creature to belong to The End. I set to work coding my hardest project ever: a dragon egg. Two to be precise, which would be the base for copies. I also crafted Endermen to help take care of the pair of eggs. The Endermen were a bit unusual; they were three blocks tall, able to teleport, and could grab and move certain blocks, qualities that I found best for taking care of dragon twins. The Enderman and I voted to name the bigger, gray trimmed female Jean. The smaller, blue trimmed male would be called Shadow. Jean's egg seemed to be maturing faster than Shadow's. I wasn't worried. Crops grew unevenly, too.

It wasn't until Jean finally hatched when I realized something was wrong with Shadow. His cerulean-patched egg had hardly grown at all. Somehow, I must have made a mistake in his coding. I stayed strong though, because I knew Jean would need me. She wouldn't yet understand the problem with her unborn brother. Jean was a handful, scampering around, learning how to fly.

When I felt she would be able to grasp the truth, I explained that her little brother, Shadow hadn't hatched from his egg. Of course, she stayed optimistic. "I'm sure he'll hatch. We just have wait for him to grow the right way!", she squeaked, and charged off, her still-small feet pattering on the pale End Stone.

One evening, while Jean was practicing swooping, one of my Enderman teleported up to me, his long arms waving frantically. "Lord Herobrine, you must see this!", he shouted. I sighed, and sauntered over. "Please, remember to call me Sir. There's no need for the Lord part." The tall creature looked ashamed. "I... I think I know why Shadow's egg is defective!"

As we rushed over, a few more Endermen followed. "Look here," said the Endermen. "Notice the fracture lines." I stared, my eyes glowing brighter than ever to see the truth. Then, they narrowed, eyebrows furrowed. Shadow had been punched. By a player's fist. "NO!" I screamed. "IT IS NOT TRUE!" Faster than a skeleton's arrow, I whipped out one of my creating tools, this one a property identifier. Breakage from a player, that was obvious. But there was something else that made me roar with rage: Notch had been here too! Angry and distraught, I took it out on the Endermen nearby.

"YOU WERE HIS KEEPERS! HIS GUARDIANS! AND YET A PLAYER COMES WITH NOTCH AND DESTROYS SHADOW! HOW COULD YOU FAIL ME?"

I stopped. Notch would have been sly, sneaking past unseen. He had done this, and only he could and the player could be blamed. I bet he even tricked the player into punching the egg, making him think it was a good thing to do.

I really should stop writing. I mean, this is my third chapter. If a Book of Truth for the End is ever written, you can listen to more of Jean, the lone Ender Dragon. To be honest, I am not sure how to end this chapter, and this book. I guess I will say the moral to this tale, the solution to so many mobs' heartbreak: please consider that we too have feelings like you. We all have dark pasts. We all have been scorned by Notch, the one you have thought of as "God". The next time you plan to hunt us monsters, us fellow creatures, remember this book and what you read.

Farewell to you Steve, and learn what things truly matter.

*End of book*