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The Secret Lives of Endermen 24

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Year XXXX May 24

  Something terrible happened while the clan crossed a desert. We saw another group of Endermen toying with a villager who was locked out of his house. The village was too small to have its own iron golem so the best the villagers could do is bar their doors and hope that they survived the night. This other clan took their time killing the poor man, first tearing at his clothes until they were rags then they scored him deeply with their claws while spinning him in their circle. That nameless person died screaming in the tatters of their white robes while their village mates watched in horror through lit windows.

  Effar watched warily and lead everyone around a bend of the river the village was on to give the violent band of rogue males and few females a wide berth. It seemed to me that he was bothered by the other clan's cold-blooded murder of a human, or perhaps by the rival clans' behavior. That other clan was as large as ours was and had no young children in it but it did have plenty of juveniles almost big enough to strike out on their own.

  I had always wondered if Endermen could really see me with a pumpkin on and at the beginning of this expedition, I made sure to wear black so I could be mistaken for a pygmy Enderman. Those clothes have faded to charcoal, I wear other things and dye them black when I get the chance but that made no difference for what happened next. Coincidence or not there is no mistaking that those other Endermen knew I was human, those red eyes waved over and around me as they darted after us.

  The other clan aggressively stalked us, immediately the kids huddled to the center with their mothers. Adone, her daughter and son-in-law took positions around those too young or old to fight while the opponents circled us. We had almost made it to pine forest they started attacking.

  Effar, Underbite and all the able males met them fiercely and the first struggles were bloodless, until one of those rouges teleported into the center of the kids to grab me and warp out.  I felt the pain of being moved around so it is definitely on the whim of the Endermen if you will suffer or not when it carries you along.

  My clan was outraged and howled madly, more from the fact that the kids were threatened than by my abduction. Sven threw himself at the attackers and was promptly kicked into the sand, he is too young to hold his own against the adolescents but you have to give the boy points for effort. That is the last I saw him for a while because the Enderman that had me swung me through the air like a club so hard I felt like my arm was going to be ripped out of its socket.

  Kefka tried her best to save me but she was kicked around, I thought her nearly dead when an odd wolf charged from the trees with dyed fur to defend her. All the while, I worked to get my knife and I stabbed my captor in the hand only to be flung into a tree with such force that I cracked its bark and smashed my pumpkin helmet wide open.

  Thankfully, they couldn't reach through the branches to get me before I had moved out of their way and the outsiders' flinched away from the pine trees needle like leaves. Despite their long limbs Endermen really are not built to climb trees as humans can. Aside from jungle trees and unusually large oak trees there isn't any tree they can climb that they can't also teleport onto, only kids can get into them because their smaller bodies can fit easily between the branches.

  It bought me enough time to get out an enchanted bow I got from killing a skeleton and I began firing at any unknown Enderman that tried to get me out of the tree. Their pained screams grated at my nerves and a part of me wanted to beg forgiveness but I had seen their deeds. If I let then grab me a second time they would kill me just like that villager with the large nose. At some point Sven joined me, poked at those strangers with a stone sword, and screamed profanities at them.

  When the dust cleared, there were several dead Endermen from both clans. Their respective families collected their pearls and Effar hounded the rival leader until he took refuge in the snowy forest. The rouge clan ran quickly and whistled in pain when they lingered in the snow just long enough to melt it. Our clan retreated to a ravine and climbed down, passed a monster spawner and finally took refuge in a dead end cave before everyone who'd been hurt was laid down to be healed.

  I had to tell Kefka to stay aboveground with the wild wolf with its blue and white fur until I returned and already I miss her companionship. Enderman are wonderful people but they simply do not have the same qualities as a tamed wolf. I trust she will survive, I saw the wild wolf bring Kef a freshly killed chicken and offer it with a nudge of his nose. That blue and white fur speaks of contact with humans but its mannerisms say otherwise. Perhaps Kefka is in heat and he was just paving the way for breeding. I hope not, I do not look forward to keeping an eye on wolf pups and Enderchildren.

   I quietly suffered the Endermen equivalent of first aid and let their odd pearls run along my cuts, I don't know what they were expecting but it didn't have the same effect as when it is used on Endermen. I resigned myself to shredding some clothes to make bandages when Bina walked up timidly with one eye swollen shut and the tattered robe of the villager in her arms. She is a good girl, and she tried to help as I wrapped the cloth around myself to stop the bleeding. I wish I had seen her clan before they were murdered, so many talents that humans like to think only they have are shared by Enders and Bina in particular shows that bright spark of ingenuity in her eyes.

  Now I'm patched up, bruised and hungry. I hesitate to eat the zombie meat I have on hand but with my weapons missing, I can't get safer meat to eat much less cook it since that clan tore my knapsack open. Perhaps that's how Sven got my sword in the first place; he even knew a few of the basic slashes, probably from watching me but it was quite the sight to see the young lad defending his friend. Right now, he has my bow and is plucking at the string, hope he doesn't break it; I enjoy the effects of its meager enchantment.

  I was able to catch some of what I heard during the fight but I still can't make much sense of it. Perhaps later, when my body is healed as well as my spirit I can put this all together coherently. All I can think of now is that those Enders are clinging to some thread of insanity and trying to find truth in a child's tale. I will have to ask Sven or some of the others I've taught English to about this, until then I will write it while it's fresh:

  'Lovers of man you foul our blood', 'Cleans the world of the sun walkers', 'Dragon thieves, they will be our end', 'Though they are weak, Humans hold the key of the goddess', 'The imperfect and weak will be struck from our kind', "For the goddess we cleanse the land'.

                                                                         Henri Lemark
This chapter incorporates an idea i got form the fanfic "Never
Strikes Twice" [link] by :iconask-creeps-and-lanky: and a question from fanfiction.net about what Henri wears and whether the Enders can tell he's a human even with the pumpkin on. And also Thowans wolf character has made a brief appearance. I'm sorry if i got him wrong Thow, i had to work from memory


Have fun with my vision of Enderman life. Have an idea you want in this story that i haven't gotten to or that you think could be added? Tell me~!


Enderman (C) Mojang
Thowan the wolf (C) :iconthowan:


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the-fey-cafe's avatar
That group of Enders indeed reminds me of Nyssa's ex-clan. In fact, I'm convinced they might be the same clan.