From the mountain tops the bedrock floors of the Overworld, from the Glowstone ceilings to the lava oceans of the Nether, and from the farthest reaches of floating islands of the End, a meeting of monsters was being assembled.

Every monster big, small, young, and old gathered at one cave in the Overworld. This one particular cave had a large room capable of housing every existing monster across the dimensions. Everyone was waiting.

And Alabur felt as small as the sleeping child in his arms.

The Enderman glanced at his arm. His mentor, Silth, had dressed his wound with spider silk: a material stronger than diamonds, yet fragile as glass. She knew nothing about the child, as Alabur wasn't sure what she would think of it. Alabur took a deep breath, and then walked out to the crowd.

The arrangement of the meeting was sat up in an organized manner. Slimes and Magma Cubes were near the front. Zombies, Zombie Pigmen, Skeletons, Wither Skeletons, Creepers, Blazes, and Witches were near the middle. Ghasts were obviously near the back and the Spiders, Cave Spiders, and Endermen accompanied them with their red and purple eyes glowing in the shadows. The heads of Silverfish could be seen peeking out the surrounding walls. Alabur nervously gulped and started to speak.

"Creatures of the dimensions!" his voice called out, almost cracking from the stress. "I have gotten all of us, including myself, into a very difficult situation. Not too long ago, I came across the burning remains of a human dwelling. And a human itself…" There was a moment of silence. Everyone waited patiently, except for the Endermen. They were clearly uninterested with anything Alabur was saying. Alabur probably waited too long to continue, because his train of thought cleared again and reminded him what might happen to him. Unable to speak, he revealed the human to every single monster in that room.

Every single one of them gasped in horror. The Magma Cubes and Slimes were jumping like crazy. All the Skeletons, Blazes, and Creepers went into an attack pose. All the Spiders, Witches, Ghasts, and all the Zombies (well, half the zombies. The other half wasn't paying attention) stared wide-eyed. The Silverfish, being the shy creatures as they were, hid from plain sight.

And the Endermen? They looked at Alabur with disappointment and disgrace. The poor Enderman felt ashamed seeing them looking at him in that way.

"What do we do with him?" Alabur dared to ask. The whole room went into an uproar. Their answer wasn't what he was expecting.

"Do with it?!" They all called out at once. "It's human! And you know what we do with humans! It deserves to die!"

Kill it.

Alabur rather be executed then let any of them get their hands, paws, and claws on the child.

"But does he look human to you?" he argued, and held the child out for all to see. It wasn't long until everyone went from hostile, panicked, and surprised to, well, curious. Everyone monster in the room seemed to cock their head to the side. And every monster surrounded Alabur in order to get a better look at this so-called "human". All of them, from the smallest Silverfish to the largest Ghast, had their turn to closely observe the child. They all had a look of pity on their faces afterwards.

"What do we do now?" asked a Zombie, with its growly, moaning voice, after a moment of guilty silence. Silth, sitting in the darkness among the other spiders, was conjuring up an idea. She got up from her spot and made her way to Alabur. Silth was an older spider. If she ever had children, she would have just become a grandmother. Her joints quietly creaked as she walked to the Enderman.

"Creatures of the dimensions!" Silth called out in her sickled, spider voice and with a clear, confidant tone. She held out one of her arms toward the child. "Behold! Your key to the Overworld!" Most of the monsters gave confused looks, while it took only a moment for the other spiders to understand.

"It's almost too good to be true," Silth started to explain. "This human is only an infant. He'll remember nothing of human life! The only life he'll ever know is among us. If we raise him, we can train him to be a warrior of monsters and send him out into the Overworld. The humans won't expect their own kind to betray them! He'll literally give us the Overworld from his very hands!" The monsters had sly smiles grow on their faces.

This perfect plan pleased them.

"Only one question remains," added the elder spider. "Who will be the one responsible for raising the child?" A tricky question, indeed. It had to be someone perfect for such responsibility. Every creature in the room looked among one another, until all eyes eventually came to rest on Alabur. The fact that everyone was staring at him made the Enderman feel a little uneasy.

"Then it's settled," said Silth.

Alabur left the meeting room once the monsters started to disband and return to their rightful homes. He gazed at the child he was now responsible of raising. Look what you got yourself into! His train of thought said. You know nothing about human babies! How are you ever going to take care of him?! What a mess you—

"Alabur? May I speak with you?" interrupted a voice. Alabur turned his head to the source behind him. Before him was an Enderman who stood absolutely straight, making him seem taller than a normal Enderman. He had sky-blue eyes, a little unusual for a race whose eyes were always purple. His attire included a red shirt, blue pants, and black shoes. What made the Enderman stand out the most was a special jacket he wore. The collar stood up to the back of the head, the sleeves went down to the wrists, and the bottom flowed down like a cape. It had the colors of Ender royalty, purple with gold trim, and an Eye of Ender was the crowning jewel as a pendant. Alabur's eyes grew wide and he trembled in fear.

"Ch-ch-ch-Chancellor Pereath?!" he managed to stutter out. Alabur never meet the chancellor of the Endermen before, but her feared the worst out of such a powerful ruler. Pereath gave Alabur a reassuring look.

"Relax, Alabur," he said gently. "I just wanted to give you some advice."

Advice?

Since when did chancellors gave outcasts advice?

Alabur decided to ignore all logic at this point.

"Y-yes! Sure! Anything for you, Chancellor! Umm, w-what is it you wanted to tell me?"

Pereath stared at Alabur intensely, making the Enderman feel more uncomfortable. He knew what the ruler of all Endermen was about to tell him was extremely important.

"Always be honest to him," Pereath said in a low tone of voice. "Never lie, never bend the truth." The Chancellor then gazed down at the sleeping child. "I just have this strange feeling about him…"

Alabur nearly had enough. He started to walk away from Pereath slowly. "Y-y-yes, Ch-Chancellor. I-I will. I promise!"

Chancellor Pereath belongs to TheEnderOne.

Since I felt like I didn't describe Pereath that well, you can a image of him on TheEnderOne's DeviantArt account entitled "Chancellor Ender".