The End. Barren. Cold. Lifeless.
Well, almost.
A large, black dragon was encircling ten very tall black pillars. It's dark magenta eyes were closely surveying a small black egg, about the size of a beach ball.
The Dragon's mind was crammed with words, it's head feeling as if it were about to burst.
The dragon knew what the words were. After it had brought death, life was about to take place. And so, life twisted around the mind of the dragon. Birth. Happiness. Sorrow. Anger. Love. Fear. Family. Warm. Cozy.
These were the things that twisted, and turned, and spun, round and round and round, like a never-ending carousel, spinning onto infinity.
And so it spoke.
Words spilled out of its mouth, like never before, rolling out, spilling out, creation everywhere.
Small huts made of obsidian sprang up, slowly being populated by Ender creatures, Endermen, and being lit by glowstone lamps. Lava rivers were created, for water was dangerous to endercreatures. Small crystals protected by iron barriers sprang on top of the ten pillars, protecting the dragon and the Endermen, spawning Endermen to protect the crystals. A small portal inside and underground cave was created, providing entrance to a different realm.
The empire of the dragon.
The empire, ruled by one.
Ruled by It.
Ruled, by the Enderdragon.
the Enderdragon.
Loved and feared by all who enter the great empire of...
The End.
TO BE CONCLUDED