Hey y'all, it's Ender! I hope you're having a great day and I hope to make it even better with this new chapter! 1,266 words this chapter. NOTE: I don't own Minecraft, Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, and really, I don't own anything except this story.
Chapter 3
I roared, landing clumsily on the turret of a strangely shaped tower. My claws carved long gouges into the wood and stone, sending chips of the material falling far down into the pit below. A nicely built bridge spanned the pit, leading into the entrance of the tower. There was bright blue-and-white lettering on the front, but since I couldn't read it, it was deemed unimportant to me.
My dark purple eyes scanned the landscape below me, searching for any human prey that might wander across my path. There was no movement to be seen and I scowled. I came here to hunt, to kill, and yet there was nothing?
I snarled angrily and took flight again, smashing my heavy tail into the turret out of spite. The turret crumbled, dust flying up from the broken stone.
I was a monster. I considered the rest of my kind weak, and unable to defend themselves properly. I had been created as a secret weapon, made to destroy the Overworld and take over so my mistress could rule all the lands. Once her brothers were dead, then we would be almighty, ruling with infinite power.
My scales were tougher than diamond, and my only weak spot was hidden; barely visible even if you knew where it was. My claws were silver, and strong enough to take down an immortal with one swipe. I could hear the smallest sound and see the tiniest bit of prey, even from miles away.
I was bred to be a killing machine and I was perfectly fine with that. Ender dragons could live for millennia, and if no one could kill me, then I was undefeatable.
The draft from my wings nearly knocked over the acacia trees beneath me, halfway uprooting them from the grassy savannah plains. I passed a tall mountain that had a head built into it and I snarled at it, not liking the way it appeared to be looking at me. I snapped at it, biting off a big chunk of its face. I immediately spat it out, realizing that I had just bitten through a huge chunk of wool and wood.
"Idiot," I cursed myself, then just so I could take out my anger on something, I smashed the head to bits. Soon, there was nothing left except for a few stray bits of red and white wool and a pile of splinters.
"Stupid mortals," I growled. "Why can't they just have some sense for once? Why can't they just be around for me to kill them?"
That's when I spotted him.
He looked a lot like the head I just destroyed – with the red and white hat and shaggy black hair.
But he had a special honour coming for him.
My first kill in this new world.
I angled myself into a swift and silent dive, my large wings cutting through the wind with ease. The human had his back to me and was strolling along very casually, not having a care in the world. I grinned, showing off my sharp white fangs. Soon… soon…
I breathed in deeply and felt my chest heating up. This human was about to become barbequed to a crisp – my favourite way of preparation.
The human turned around at the last second and when he saw me, his expression changed several different times in just half a second – confusion, realization, shock, and terror.
He screamed and dove out of the way, barely avoiding my burst of white-hot flame. I snarled in annoyance, landing heavily on the ground. The earth shook beneath my feet and I prepared to shoot more fire at the human.
"Help!" He screamed, scrambling backwards with wide eyes. "Someone help me!"
"There is no help for you now," I growled, then breathed more fire at the human. He just barely managed to roll away, but his vest had caught fire. He quickly patted the little flames out, then ran from yet another blast of flames. He sprinted into a small staircase-style mineshaft, and I roared in frustration, scraping at the entrance. My paws were too large to fit in the mineshaft and I glared into the darkness, seeing the human far down the tunnel, trembling violently with fear.
"You will regret not accepting your chance at death today," I snarled. "When my mistress takes over the world, you must expect her to not leave anything alive… including puny humans."
"And who is your mistress?" The human called up to me, his voice shaky. I grinned evilly, making sure that he saw my pointed fangs.
"The one who had been wronged by her brothers… imprisoned and set free… and the one whom you must fear," I spoke coldly, and without a trace of hesitation. "My mistress and I will rule the world together, holding the highest power. No one will dare cross us and we will crush anyone who stands in our way. Do not doubt us, human. You are nothing but a worthless pawn in our game of dominance. Tell your friends what I have said. Your time is over."
I roared once more – a noise that made the ground tremble and trees shake – before taking off into the air and flying swiftly away. I had passed on the message of my task, and even though I had not killed the mortal, I was sure that he would be cowering in fear from now till the time I will kill him.
I flew on for several hours, making good distance with each smooth wing beat. Finally, I landed next to a small pond in a grassy plain, my wings aching. I drank a little bit from the crystal clear pond, noticing that the sunset make it look like the sky was stained with scarlet blood.
Suddenly, the pond shimmered, and the glass-like water turned an inky black. I reared away from the pond in surprise, watching on in confusion as ripples spread across the surface.
"Kundime," I heard my mistress's voice coming from the blackened pond. I crept forwards cautiously, my wings spread out stiffly.
There was my mistress's face, staring up at me from the pond, her different coloured eyes narrowed.
"Have you been completing the task I sent you to do?" She asked smoothly, her voice icy cold.
"Not yet," I growled back. "Those mortals are faster than I realized. I almost killed one today, but he just barely managed to escape. I promise not to disappoint you though, m'lady."
"You'd better not," My mistress threatened, her eyes flashing with anger. "I sent you to the Overworld with one sole purpose – to kill. Kill everyone. Everything. If one human remains alive within the next week, I will not hesitate to strike you down and use your hide as armour."
I flinched at her threat, knowing full well that she would carry out her vow with the utmost vigilance. "I shall not fail," I promised again, flicking my spiny tail.
"Good," My mistress nodded. "And remember Kundime – you have one week."
Her image shimmered and her face disappeared from the surface of the pond. The water turned clear again, faintly reflecting the dying sunlight.
I sighed softly and curled up on the ground, my wings creating a large, soft blanket. One week. One week to kill so many. I had no doubts that I could do it, but it would be challenging, I felt sure. They would easily be able to escape me because of their smaller size, and they were almost ridiculously fast. But no matter.
"Soon," I whispered hoarsely. "Our conquest will come."
OH! THE SUSPENSE! THE DRAGON'S MISTRESS HAS SPOKEN!
Random Observation: 'Kundime' is pronounced like this - "Koon-DEEM-ee". Not "CUN-dime" or "Koon-deh-MEH" or anything like that.
ironhideandratchet4ever: I feel that you may feel strongly about the feels to come! XD
RusYRP: Yeah, pain is my specialty. I don't understand why, but I've always been interested in violence and pain (Not saying I would ever take part in causing it!), but of course, that may just come from the fact that I've been watching wrastling since I was young. There's a lot of pain in that!
DiamondScribe: The only thought that went through my head after watching 'Castaways' was "What the hell was wrong with Twisted?!" And what you said about the 'soft piece of meat' - well, I said something wronger than that yesterday. Me and my cousin were at my house, messing around with an alto sax (because neither of us actually know how to play saxophone), and she asked for a turn to play it. My dad glanced over at us and said "Alright, you try to blow it." My response - "That sounded so wrong...". My dad immediately started yelling "I was talking about the saxophone! The saxophone! Geez, *insert real name here*, you have a dirty little mind!" I was laughing so hard though, and my cousin was too! XD
TheUserCreated: No doubt! ;)