Author's note: Hey guys me back again, making another chapter, sorry that I made you wait, I felt discouraged, but I got that courage back again… sorry last two chapters were sooo poorly written, and so short. I'll put more time into them, so maybe you guys will start liking them more.

The endstone dust did nothing. It just sat in the miner's hand. Steve began to freak out "No, It can't be, if I don't do anything Harrold will DIE!"

Harrold woke up in an unfamiliar place, darkness filled everything around him, and he tried to teleport. His attempt failed. The ender being felt as if he was handicapped, and suddenly the sensation of being handicapped became a sensation of being trapped, and he heard a silky, firm, deep, voice whisper :

"Help me my child!"

he then answered : "Where am I"

The voice responded: "In a realm where your soul cannot be harmed"

Harrold began becoming impatient "WHERE IS ENDERSTEVE?"

The voice said: "The human is safe for now, He is guarding your physical body. Yes Harrold, this realm you dwell in, is a realm deep within your mind that I made to protect your soul."

The enderman answered: "protect from what?"

The mysterious being answered: "I am dyeing, and we all will, if no one does anything about it. If the humans don't help.

"The humans hate us!" Shouted Harrold.

"Not Steve" Answered the whispering voice

"What's killing you?" The Enderman dared to ask

"I can't talk much longer'' answered the being.

"Who are you?"

"I am the true creator of the aether, the master of the skylands, the forger of The End, and your God. I am who is now known as the "Ender Dragon"."

The Miner was confused, but he knew what he must do. He had to go find a village and beg the village Healer to take care of Harrold. This would be a very hard task, since he hadn't talked to other humans in ages, and he despised them very much.

Steve began to pack his bags to find the wicked village. He grabbed a stack of coals and sticks for torches, A flint and steel to light them, wood for fires, apples to feed his horse, bread he had saved up, his old rusty armor, and his sharp iron blade.

The Human's dark blue orbs began to flood as he tied Harrold to the horse, because something strange began to happen: the flesh on the enderman's finger lit up with white, and Steve noticed that his friend's flesh was beginning to vaporize, and Harrold just sat there, looking as peaceful as if he was sleeping.

As Steve rode through the night he saw something else disturbing: Hundreds of enderman just lying on the cold dirt. Steve felt his heart crumble. Strangely enough the Miner realized that each of these enderman possessed a glowing white area that seemed to be growing verrrrrryyyyyy slowly. He smelled burnt flesh, and he felt his stomach turn. This would be a long ride

Steve arrived in the village at night time. He knocked on a villager's door.

"Who is it this late at night?!" Cried the villager

"I'm in need of medical help"

"Come right in, you look in rough shape"

"It isn't me!' Steve roared as he brought the "sleeping" enderman inside of the small house

"Get that BEAST out of my home" yelped the villager looking like a puppy that fell off the moving truck, but strangely with a very fierce look in his eyes.

"It's not a beast, it is my friend!"

After a long discussion, and all the 3 beings almost getting killed, the village man finally decided to cede. And he helped carry the ender beast to his attic.

"I'm Neto" Now more calmly said the villager, with a rather sad but peaceful look in his face.

Neto had golden hair. He was very short, and he had a childish look to him, but as Steve took a closer look, he realized Neto was actually an older man, with streaks of white in his golden hair, and many wrinkles. Steve should have realized the man's age earlier.

Neto made a deep frown towards Steve, and Steve looked deep into Neto's deep black eyes.

"What else can I do to help?"

"Is there a healer in this town?"

"Well, sadly all the Healers are long gone…. I'd be a healer myself, but Grand Healer Martha died 30 years ago, when I was still an apprentice, after her death, all the healers started mysteriously dyeing"

"Well let me see what I can do….."

Neto took a look into the enderman, being careful not to get too close, he didn't know when the thing would just rise up and choke him. He examined closer, and he said:

"There is some kind of parasite spell happening here. I only know so much, but I can tell this spell was made by a very skilled witch, or maybe even a god. I'll put him on healing potions I have"

Neto didn't like Steve very much at first, but he saw himself in Steve somehow, and began to like him within a few hours, and it was simply because of his passion, Steve seemed to really have befriended this beast, and if Neto died…. Well he had lived his life, and he had no one in the world to care for, his family died to save him, on the great war of villages, and there were other people who knew a bit about potions. He felt accomplished by beginning to help the miner, he felt like he was making someone else's life better, he had a feeling that he mattered, and he hadn't had that feeling in many years.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, sorry for the amount of dialogue, and backstory stuff, but don't worry there will be plenty of action and exploding on the later chapters. Don't forget to review, but remember this is my first time writing a fic so please go easy on me :D