The Secret lives of Endermen 16

Year XXXX March 22

Enderman Fairy Tales:  Svrell and the Dragons of The End

   I woke up this morning under a pile of young Endermen AND my wolf, which is uncomfortable enough on its own without the added bonus of a Silverfish attack.  The cave refuge of the night was littered with Redstone lamps that turned off as the sun rose so everyone took refuge deeper than they probably would have liked in a dungeon and it was in active use.  When the miner that used it appeared with his iron pick, he panicked and started swinging taking out walls and parts of the floor with ease, the only problem was he swung at a Silverfish nest and, and of course they defended their home.

   Turns out Sven got hit by the Silverfish and a fight ensued resulting in that miners death, Notch preserve him that he is given new life near his home, and a stalemate with the fish.  Both sides backed off with varied injuries and I was dragged along like an Enderchild with Keffy barking madly at the fish.  Here and there, those odd creatures mixed with the Silverfish and I could see how different the two things are.

   The odd teleportation fish are roughly the same size as a Silverfish, if you shaved those little hairs off one that is and this new kind of land fish is darker with a purple tinge. If it weren't for the encounter with the Miner and fight with the swarm, I think the adults would have exterminated the nuisances but everyone was tired and needed to rest.

   I have some injuries I don't remember receiving and the clans on hyper alert with Effar teleporting through the mines looking for something, maybe that miner or something else.  He's refusing to leave the cave so I have time to put in words the third fairy tale about a young Endergirl named Svrell after Notch had banished all Endermen to another dimension.

   When I asked what it was called Sven had been confused and asked his mother.  What she said translates to 'The End of All Things' and the part of me that still appreciates silly humor spoke up, Banished to The End.  As an afterthought, I realized that Sven and all of his generation would be learning about a world that they had never seen where dragons were real and it was night all the time.  It must seem unreal to him since Mincraftia is all he has known.

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   After their banishment all Endermen had to adjust rapidly to their new world that was not empty in the least.  Immediately they fell prey to large creatures that could fly and whose eyes glowed purple all the time.  The winged terrors roosted in nests of bedrock atop obsidian towers, on occasion the creatures' eggs were found at the bottom of such towers, and Endermen left these alone since they were larger than a chicken's egg and they had an aversion to eating chickens eggs to begin with.

   Teleporting was an Endermans' only defense against the dragons diving attacks but on occasion one of them was caught and killed.  When caught an Enderman couldn't teleport away because of an unknown power that was given to the dragons, those that escaped a dragon alive said to was like being near Notch.  They could only watch in horror as one of them was taken and either eaten, carried off to a nest or bled dry by the dragons of The End.  It seemed the god of Minecraftia had created a surrogate of his presence to in this new world to finish what had started in the Temple of the Moon.

   Svrell was born into a generation that only knew stories of green grass and blue skies and it seemed foreign to her in a world of pale spongy stone and black skies.  Where light was comfortably dim all the time and food was found on the undersides of ledges in the form of twiggy fungus that grew as quickly as it was harvested.  Though she grew up on a floating island in the middle of nowhere, she was told that there were other islands just like the one she was born on at the edge of what could be seen but this did not interest the girl at first.

   To her, Dragons were a constant that were watched and avoided when you wanted to eat because that's when they could fly by and plucked you off a ledge.  She was one of the many orphaned children in The End that had seen their parents carried off and it would have been easy to hate dragons after they took her parents away but she was old enough to know that baby dragons needed to eat just like she did and dragons ate Endermen.

   She was just old enough to start to play with teleporting when she was taken by a dragon.  On silent wings, it had snatched her from the middle of her adopted clan and its claws held her firmly in place.  Svrell fought as much as she could while her clan chased her from landmass to landmass teleporting to any point they could see until the dragon flew into the far areas were nothing but the void and the sky existed.

   Land rose and faded and she was resigned to her fate when and older, larger dragon than the one that held her attacked and she was knocked out of its grasp  She tumbled trough the air and soon landed heavily inside a dragons bedrock nest with a hatching dragons egg inside it.  Before she had gathered her wits or breath, she had a baby dragon on her stomach, mewling for its mother.

   It is not known how she survived but when the dragon was old enough to care for itself; she rode it back in the direction that felt right for home.  As usual, Endermen scattered like dust in the wind and it was only with the greatest effort that she got them outside to see her.  By this time, she was a fully-grown Enderwoman ready to have children.  

   During her absence things appeared from the land of Notch; animals, items and other things that defied description littered her home island.  Svrell used the stories to that world to teach her dragon what was better to eat and its health and vitality improved so much that it bore many eggs.  The dragon was so successful in fact, that it out competed all others and its decedents repopulated The End.  Pigs, cows, and sheep made better meals than the lanky creatures they had hunted before and the Endermen capitalized on it and herded the creatures to isolated islands so the dragons could eat the animals at leisure.

   Both Svrell and her dragon grew old and there came a time when Endermen and Enderdragons co-existed peacefully. When she died, her grandchildren attached her pearl to a leather strap and tied it to the first tame dragons' neck.  When the dragon died, it left Svrells ' decedents one of its horns and to this day only, those descendants are tolerated to ride on a dragon.

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   I have no idea how much fact there is in this story but the thought of something preventing Endermen from teleporting away makes a hollow pit in my stomach appear with nausea in hot pursuit at the thought of them being eaten like pigs.  It is an uncomfortable thought and it made me wonder how these beings escaped that dragon-filled world to get back here.

                                                   Henri Lemark