I closed my eyes and welcomed death. My father was getting closer and closer. I could sense the sword coming down, closer and closer to my heart. Suddenly, I felt myself dissolving, just like before.
I opened my eyes. I was now on the other side of the clearing. I had involuntarily teleported out of danger. I didn't have to think, I just automatically acted. This could be useful.
My father looked around in surprise then spotted me. He had a shocked expression on his face. I stood up and stared at him. He whirled around and glared at me, anger filling his eyes.
I probably might be able to manage a single word in English, so I tried.
"Stop!" My father stopped and stared at me, surprised. I slowly held my hands up in a gesture of surrender.
My father stared at me quizzically.
"Who are you? What are you? What did you do to my son?!?"
I knew I wasn't going to manage any more English.
Suddenly, I heard a noise similar to the one I made while teleporting behind me. I whirled around. Camilia stumbled through the bushes. She looked up at me.
"Thank goodness you're alright!" She said, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"Um, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I heard rumors. Herobrine's after you! He wants you back so he can duplicate your DNA and create more Enderpeople, an entire army!"
"And you know this how?"
"Er, um... That's not important. The important thing is what we keep his hands off of you, otherwise it could mean certain doom for all of Minecraft."
"Can't the Ender Dragon just make more?"
Camilia shook her head happily.
"Nope! She needs you is she's going to be able to turn more people into Enderpeople." Camilia suddenly noticed my family and stopped. she looked at my father's drawn sword and then back at me.
"Oh! Do you want me to translate for you?"
I wasn't going to question her sudden ability to understand me, so I simply nodded.
"Ok."
She turned to face my family and began to translate.
"First of all, I'm just going to say exactly what he says. Second, don't you dare try anything. I'm stronger than I look."
She slowly began to tell the tale of what had happened. She told of Herobrine and the Ender Dragon, then warned my parents about water and eye contact. When she finished, they stared in shock, glancing from her, to me, and back again. Finally, my mother spoke.
"Oh Ender!"
