The Huntress of Mianite

Legend of Zakida

Tales tell of a fallen goddess, who was Ianite's Huntress. She had the sprint of a Horse, her aim never missed, and her wrath was the same as the Ender Dragon's. She was called Zakida. She was born in an Ender Village, in the Realm of Ianite. She always used to play with the Endermen, who treated her with respect. The lass was observed by the great goddess. She always prayed to Ianite, and thanked her for protecting her village. Ianite smiled upon the child. Ianite never was allowed children. But, someday soon, she knew that the girl would be a strong Huntress, serving in her name.
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Zakida is now 19, the age of rites. She has practiced Archery and hunting since she was old enough to hold a bow. She wanted to please the goddess, as many bowmen in her town did. She was the first female archer. They called her 'Lady Mortalinite', due to looking like the Lady herself, except for her Auburn hair.

She was hunting in the Over world, Mianite's domain. She shot down three pigs and four chickens. Enough to make a sacrifice. But, the Goddess decided to make her move, to grant the young Huntress a single wish. She appeared before her, in the midst of the evening hours. The mobs fled from her presence. "My Lady Ianite," She said, bowing before the End Ruler. Ianite nodded, acknowledging her respect. "Young Zakida, eyes of a morning sky. I've watched you all your life, from the day you held your first bow, and now, serving for the Ender Village's small militia. I'm very pleased. My brother, the God of this Dimension, allowed me to Grant one wish, for you. But, one is all. No changes, no wishing for more wishes. Ask, and you shall receive." Zakida was still in awe of her Lady's presence. But, the thought of being granted a wish from her goddess was a complete shock. She always was teased of being misunderstood in her home, always pinned down with insults of her strength. She wanted to, in any way possible by Godly standards, to show them she was more than strong. That women can be as strong warriors as men could. She wanted to be known for her undying loyalty, and her unique abilities, of traveling without Enderpearls, ultimate speed, and her wrath that matches the Lady's dragon. She knew her idea, but she didn't want to seem greedy. She politely responded, "My Lady, I'm honored to be in your presence, and be granted a wish. But, I don't know how to ask it. I guess, I wish to serve by your side, for as long as the gods exist, and the balance is taken." Ianite smiled, and admired her undying loyalty to her goddess. Ianite nodded, and held her staff, casting upon her spores of purple. She responded, "Your wish has been granted. You are now my guardian. The effects will take a while, but you are now immortal. I am honored to call you my Right-Hand Huntress."

Thus, Zakida became the Guardian of Ianite, living in her palace of obsidian and hardened Enderfluid, and braziers of purple glowstone. She attended the councils of the gods, with mostly Ianite and Mianite, the god Dianite deep underground, banned from setting foot on the Holy Lands.

But, her immortal life was stopped short, when Mianite received a mysterious message, telling of her unpredictable powers of the End. He knew Furia was as powerful as any ghast or any Zombie Pigman, but this girl had the powers of the Ender Dragon, a strong boss. He knew that balance would be overthrown, so, while she slept in her bed, Mianite appeared at her bedside, and took her to the Window. As he dropped her into the void, where he knew that she surely would die, Ianite entered the room, and she ran to the window. This was unlike Mianite. Something was going on. Something beyond her knowledge. She dived down after her, as the girl crashed onto the Over world. The void shredded her of her immortality, but, somehow she survived. Ianite floated down next to her, and could tell that her powers protected her from the destructive impact. She gently carried her to the Mountainside, knowing that the impact would've shook Dianite from his Villainous Slumber, deep in the Nether. She cared much about her dear huntress. She granted her a powerful bow, a sword of power, and she gave her her blessing, with a gentle song.
"Rest, Well, my huntress of dear,
May the days o' the future give thee power o'er fear,
Thy po'ers o' End, take thee well protect,
Rest, Well, my huntress of dear..."

On that note, Ianite disappeared, as the sun curved over the horizon.