A/N Once I again I introduce another character. Like I said last chapter, I don't Minecraft. Enjoy!

Chapter 8:

Transformation

The boy walked through the darkness, book clutched at his side. His black cloak swished around his feet as he walked down the forest path. Boots dug into the hard earth as he suddenly heard the sound of something crying. His quest forgotten, he started to rush off the path, stumbling through the bushes. As the tree branches cut his cheek, he could care less. In the center of a moonlit clearing was a small enderman, tears streaming from purple eyes.

He felt a twinge of anger when he saw that there was a mark on the enderman's arm that could only be made from a fire aspect sword. As he crouched down next to the enderman, it scooted away from him. He rested his book against the ground.

"It's okay, little guy. I won't hurt you." He reached into his bag, causing the enderman to flinch. "Don't worry. I'm just getting a potion out." He assured it, showing the potion. "This might sting a little, but it should heal your burn."

He uncorked the bottle, tipping it over. As the red liquid touched the enderman's burn, it gave a small hiss and tried to pull away. "It's alright, little buddy. See? Your wound's gone now." When the little enderman looked down, what the boy said was confirmed. "Want to come home with me?"
The enderman gave a hesitant nod. The boy decided to wait to complete his quest, and with the enderman sitting on his shoulder he went back to his fortress.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, books surrounding him. Brown eyes glanced at the open pages, and once he found the right page, a smile grew on his face. The enderman next to him gave a questioning stare.

"I'm about to perform a spell."

The enderman made a quiet sound, ending in a higher pitch than it started, as if the enderman was questioning the boy.

"I'll be fine, little guy." He said, rubbing its scaly forehead affectionately. "I just need you to leave the room. Alright? I want what I'm doing to be a surprise." The enderman gave a hesitant nod, doing what the boy asked of it.

Once it left the room, the boy stood up, dusting off his cloak and clothes. It's time to begin. He thought. He had the spell memorized, and he needed no other materials in order to complete it.

He cleared his throat and began to recite the incantation.

"When the world was new the Holy One came into existence. He was given the name of Notch the Creator by the universe, and he created the trees, the rivers, and the mobs of Minecraftia." Magic started to erupt around his feet, spreading throughout the room. It had no distinct color or aura. "Though my origins are not of this planet, I beg of Lord Notch, the Light One, the Holy One, the Creator, to grant me the power that I desire. I plead for a chance to be one of your own. Turn my blood black, turn my skin black, turn my eyes purple. I am now one of yours!" As soon as he finished his spell, the magic turned black and purple. The small particles of magic began to clump together. They encased the boy, but the boy did not struggle. A scream escaped the boy's lips, and as it ended, it sounded less human than before.

The enderman outside pounded at the door when it heard its player friend yell, but it was unable to open it. It was powerless. It couldn't teleport. After the death of its parents, the young enderman had been able to do it, but it didn't know how. Tears started to stream down its face when it realized that it was going to lose its newest friend like it had lost everyone else that it loved.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and the enderman had to jump back to avoid being hit by it. Standing in the doorway was a creature unlike the enderman had ever seen. It had the form of a player, but at the same time looked like an enderman.

A pair of purple eyes stared down at the little enderman, almost if waiting for the young child to react. The creature's body was covered in the same scaly hide as an enderman, but it only went up the sides of the creature's pale face. Dark brown hair went down the creature's back, turning black at the ends. Its hands ended in claws, just like the young enderman's.

A guttural, animalistic sound escaped its throat. "I told you that I would be alright." Not surprisingly, the creature spoke in the language of the endermen. When the creature noticed that the enderman was crying, it leaned down to hug the child. "I'm fine, see? I'm here. It's okay now." The creature rubbed the top of the child's head affectionately. "Sh. It's alright. Don't cry. I've got you." Suddenly, the enderman realized who the creature was. It sniffled, wiping tears off of its face as it pulled away.

The player gave a cough. "It's strange speaking like that." He said, reverting back to the language of the Creator. "Now that I can speak your language and understand it, why don't we introduce each other?" The boy stuck his hand out. "I'm Orpheus."

The enderman's small hand was dwarfed by the boy's. "...I'm Pandora."

The pale parts of the boy's face turned bright red in embarrassment when he realized his mistake. He tried to hide his mistake by quickly coming up with, "Oh, so we both have Greek names!"

"Greek?"

"Never mind." Orpheus said. "So, Pandora, do you want to help me with my quest?"

"Quest?"

He nodded. "I'm going on a quest to find Herobrine."

"But he died...It's been more than a thousand centuries since he was alive!" Pandora protested. "Momma and Papa told me that a while ago-" She suddenly went silent, remembering that her parents were no longer alive. When Orpheus noticed how sad that she was getting, he gave a quick hug before getting back to his feet.
The newly turned enderman-hybrid then gestured for the little girl to follow him into the library, clutching her hand tightly in his larger hands. The two entered the library. They carefully stepped over the books that still laid scattered on the floor and he stopped when they reached a shelf towards the back of room.

"I found a book not long ago." His scaly hands fumbled to grab onto a leather-bound book, still not quite used to having claws instead of fingernails. "Sorry that took so long. I'm not used to this body yet..." He apologized.

Pandora shook her head. "It's not your fault, Orphy."

"Orphy-" He started to question her, but he was interrupted.

"It sounds cuter that way!" Pandora exclaimed, a grin growing on her face. "Orphy" was quickly reminded that the enderman before him was only a little girl, though mostly acted older than her age. However old that was he wasn't sure.

He could tell that she was an orphan. He knew that players had been the ones to kill her parents, and he felt anger rise up from inside of him. If he ever got his hands on the ones who did this to her, he would strangle them with his own two hands-

"Orphy? Are you alright?" He hadn't realized that his hands were shaking, but Pandora had noticed.

"Sorry about that. I was just thinking." He replied, giving a strained smile. Pandora seemed to buy his lie, and he continued with what he had been trying to explain before the little girl had interrupted him. "This is the book that I found." He said, holding it up.

The enderman read aloud, "The Prophet's Fairy Tales." She looked at the hybrid. "What does this have to do with Herobrine's return, Orphy?"

"There was a princess, long ago." Orpheus explained. "She's supposed to be long gone, but she told of Herobrine returning in her only prophecy. Though her main talent, I've found, is storytelling. These are her stories that she supposedly came up with. I would have believed them to be only tall tales, but the story of The Dark King makes me think otherwise..."

Heading to the part of the library where the fire was crackling in the fireplace, he sat down in one of the armchairs. "Do you want to hear the story of The Dark King, Pandora?"
She nodded, and after a quick second of hesitation she climbed up into Orpheus' lap. Placing the book down gently, he began to read the tale of The Dark King.