Endermites, Enderborn's. Where not that different. Endermites are what us enderborn's evolve from. I know its hard to understand but please. Listen.
It started...oh how many years ago was it? Five? Eight? No five sounds right. Anyways I was born. I was born into this world as an endermite. I look human now, but that's what happens. We evolve, we look normal, human by were teens. Once one is an adult they can shape shift into a Enderdragon, endermite, human, or just a plain enderman. I prefer an endermite...feels safe.
Rythian likes an enderman, I could hear Duncan scream when Rythian played a joke on him with his form. Its was really funny...
A-Anyways, I'm getting lost here.
Endermites are Enderborn's. Whenever I see one hurt, it hurts me. Because while its impossible to die as an endermite, regenerating takes forever, and slows down the process of being an Enderborn. That's why there's so few of us. People fear us. Were lucky to get away...
I was close to death. Rythian too. We were Endermites when a group of mob hunters came. They scarred Rythian's face...they blinded my eye. They would have killed us if not...if not for Duncan.
He was young, I guess he saw us and picked us up, I was bleeding so I dont remember much. I just remember waking up, Rythian a toddler and Duncan looking at me. I was still an endermite.
I care a lot. About people, about enders species. One day I knew it was gonna get me killed.
She laughed weakly, glaring at the mob below her, her wings showing as she ordered her army of ender toward the world.
"Sure....I didn't die. But my sanity did."
