Heart of Glass (A Minecraft EndermanXReader)

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Today was the best day I could have chosen to walk outside.

Elan took a breath of fresh air as he sat atop one of the smaller birch trees that lined one of the cave entrances. He watched as the sun began to crawl up from behind the distant mountains.

The enderman tore his eyes away from the sight to scan the ground below. There was a part of him that hoped any straying monsters would find shelter from the sun.

Elan usually wouldn't have cared, but recently, he was able to see a side to them he didn't think was possible. He saw a group of zombies work together to help an injured member, he somehow managed to befriend a creeper, and was able to help fix a skeleton's arm.

They had called him a "Mender" or a "Remedy" even though he wasn't qualified to be called a doctor. There was a warm feeling he got in his chest every time he was referred to as one though.

The sound of a stick snapping below him brought him back to reality, the sudden smell of a player filling his head now.
Elan glared and glanced down through the leaves to see the pink hair of the player beneath the tree he was on.
The player was humming as he stepped out from under Elan's tree, seeming to be unaware of the large black monster above him.

Elan frowned and looked around to make sure the player was alone before he tried to sneak away, but something caught his attention.

A sphere had floated away from the player, almost as if it were guiding him.

Elan stared at the glass object for a moment before realizing it was the same size enderpearls usually were but this one was odd. It took on the look of an eye, an ender eye…

Panic broke out inside of him, trying everything he could to look away but the sphere kept him from breaking contact as it floated.

A sickening hiss leaked into Elan's head that sounded eerily close to "look for the Eye."

A scream rang out and Elan watched as his body lunged toward the player in a fury, his vision going black.

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I'm dead, I'm sure of it.

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Death is a lot more painful than I imagined. Why am I sore?

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Doesn't matter, I'm free now.

…

… Ethan?

Elan could hear the sound of shuffling around him as he grew conscious again. His body exploded with new pains and sores he hadn't had before.

Giving a groan, he opened his eyes to see he was still alive.

Elan swore angrily, not even realizing where he was until a voice cleared their throat to his left.

"Language, please."

Elan shot a glare toward the voice's source only to see a villager wearing a purple robe.

The cleric kept his head down respectfully, but held a plate of food in his hands, "I apologize for not having any food up here earlier, but I didn't know when you would wake up. I'm glad you are awake though." He said kindly, setting down the plate by Elan.

"I'm not. I'd much rather be dead." Elan muttered, his heart breaking a bit because he would've much rather have seen him than whoever this villager was.

The villager didn't hear him and continued to turn his back to Elan, looking out the window, "Nathaniel brought you back into the village after your battle, but he was showing you off like some sort of prize. "

Battle?

"What do you mean 'battle'?" Elan questioned, his attention turning from the plate of bread and steak to the cleric.
The cleric turned back to Elan but caught himself before he could face him, looking toward the ceiling quickly, "Nathaniel had said that you attacked him. My wife finished helping him get patched up not long ago. Of course, I let him know that dragging an enderman around the village in a boat was very disrespectful."

Elan's head was spinning now. Boat? Attacking?

Realization struck him as he felt a pain in his chest. He hissed under his breath for a moment. He had gone aggressive from whatever that stupid eye-thing was.
The cleric was still talking, but Elan wasn't paying attention right now.

My heart is already messed up, did it get worse? I've felt it break before, so it doesn't seem like it. Stupid thing should have shattered and taken me with it.

Elan's thoughts were silenced as the cleric's voice came back through mid-sentence, "-and you're the second enderman to be here in Ironcla-"

"Wait wait wait, the second?" Elan interrupted, "Who else is here?"

"An enderman by the name of Eli comes through with one of our players named (Y/n). Which is why I scolded Nathaniel for how he was treating you. "

The enderman rubbed his face trying to clear some of the haze that was still in his head from being unconscious.

"What is your name, if I may ask?" The villager asked now, his eyes still facing the ceiling.

"Elan. What about you?"

"Percival or Percy, whichever will be easy for you. "

Elan nodded, laying back down only to realize that the ground was softer than he would have thought.

Percival closed his eyes and brought his face to look toward the ground before re-opening them, "I apologize for the small bed, it's all we had that would be comfortable enough to hold you other than the floor. I will have to ask Warrick for any ideas for a replacement. I'm afraid you'll need to rest in order to recover."

Elan closed his eyes and tried to focus on where he felt pain, "No, what I need are some cobwebs and small stones to apply pressure on these sore muscles."

If I'm going to be a doctor, I better be able to fix my own sores I guess.

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