Guardian of The End

Prologue

*Well... here we are. This is the second time I've rewritten this story, and for good reason, too. I've always written better in third person, and the original of this story was... weird. When I rewrote it the first time, I had grown a lot as an author, but recently, rereading it... I wasn't satisfied when I looked back on my work. Now, maybe it's because I'm a perfectionist, or maybe not, but I have this need to rewrite it one more time, as well as its two sequels. It'll be... nearly the same, but I want it to be slower. So, here you go... Guardian of The End, formerly known as The End's Fighter!*

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Sighing as she watched the teacher write today's lesson on the board, Jill found herself once again drifting off to her own world. She already knew all this stuff, and it all came easily to her if it was new. The teacher knew her better than before as well, and let her do her own thing now that she knew how smart the endergirl was.

Looking outside at the ever-starry sky, her metallic-skinned people walking about, Jill dreamed of the day she'd be able to guard the enderdragon with the other soldiers. She was a rather aggressive-at-heart person, but knew when to keep her emotions hidden, and push down her aggression around others. Her daydream was interrupted by a ball of paper hitting her in the back of the head. Already, she knew who was picking on her, and didn't turn her head at all. Another paper hit the back of her head. She turned her head lazily and stared boredly at her 'bully,' Melina. The mean endergirl was much more well-endowed than Jill herself, and her family was better off as well. Jill's family had sunk into poverty only a few months before her first year of middle school, but had been scraping by with the chorus fruit her mother grew and whatever they could find that was cheap enough at the store. Most of the time, it was low-price snacks like chorus cookies or fried shulker shells. Jill's stomach growled, and she turned away from Melina. There wasn't anything that could make her upset today, she just had to keep her aggressor side down until she got to her neighbor's place for 'Art Club,' which was really her secret training with a retired soldier.

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She knocked on his door, her smile widening as he returned the gesture and invited her in. She sat down for her usual snack and hot chocolate.

"How was school today, Jill?"

"It was good... I'm so glad you let me train with you, Mister Reevle."

"Well, like you, I was an aggressor... I might be old, but I can still hold my own against a human."

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Laying down in her bed after her small dinner, Jill fell asleep almost immediately. He smiled to himself, she wouldn't even notice his intrusion once she started dreaming. Teleporting into her room, Herobrine stood at her bedside, and hovered a hand over her face, letting his consciousness slip into her dreams, his body staying standing as he observed. Her dream showed her being beaten by three other endergirls, one in front and two flanking poor Jill. Then, it took a turn, courtesy of the nether god. She stood up, her arms and legs filling out some with muscles, and her vision brightening. A sword appeared in her hand, and she incapacitated the three girls. Her dream seemed to pause, before the scene melted away to show only the ever-black sky surrounding them as well as an endless expanse of the yellow endstone beneath their feet.

What in the Worlds?

Herobrine smiled, and left her dream before she could notice him or his intrusion. He stared down at her sleeping form. Soon, he thought, we will meet. I hope whoever is training you will help you be ready by then.