The Overworld Dragons

Prologue

Darkness, a hazing deep purple sky, loomed over this dimension for all eternity. The End. A cold, desolate realm with its only inhabitants being Endermen, Shulkers, and Endermites. The ruler of this dimension is the Ender Dragon, Queen Endra—the most feared mob in the world. No one had dared to travel to the End to try and defeat her, for she was just too powerful. Many believe that the Ender Dragon has no weakness. At first, this was true, until one faithful day, Endra became a mother of five and blessed her children with powers over the elements.

"You shall be known as Apollo," Endra said, nudging her oldest son, "You have the power over heat and the sun itself."

The Queen purred in satisfaction when her oldest son shifted colors from black and purple to that of a desert: beige, gold, and brown.

"You will be known as Meadow," Endra said, licking her oldest daughter, "You have the power over nature, able to bend the vegetation to your whim."

The Ender Dragon smiled inwardly as her daughter shifted from black and purple to gradient green.

"You are to be known as Cryo," Endra said, breathing a chilling breath at her middle son, "You have the power over all things cold, especially ice."

The Queen nodded as her son's scales turned gray and silver with a hint of blue.

"You are Tundra," Endra said, nudging her youngest son, "Like your brother, you have the power over all things cold, especially snow."

Endra purred as her youngest son's scales changed to silver and white.

"And you will be known as Neptune," Endra said as she licked her youngest daughter, "You have the power over water."

Endra nodded with an inward smile as her daughter's scales changed from black and purple to gradient blue, parts of her scales glowing a faint blue.

Endra was satisfied with her litter and happy with the powers she blessed them with. However, she would soon learn that endowing her children with those powers would be her greatest regret. Two centuries later, she had a dream about her vanishing into nothing. The last thing she saw was her children wearing scowls. Startled by the dream, she went into her private study and spoke to her personal End Crystal, Oracle.

"What do you mean they will one day defeat me!?" Endra growled, glaring daggers at the End Crystal.

The floating crystal shimmered, sounding like someone walking on an amethyst.

"Their powers relate to the Overworld?" Endra questioned.

Endra let out a growl, baring her silver fangs at Oracle.

"Impossible! I blessed them with those powers!" Endra snarled, "They do not correlate with the Overworld! I refuse to believe that!"

Oracle shimmered again, causing Endra to growl.

"However, if what you say is true and my children are a threat to my well-being," Endra began as she paced around the large room, "I see no reason not to send them away. If this prophecy is true, I must prevent it from happening at all costs."

Oracle shimmered as its core shifted symbols.

"I have a crown to protect, and no one, not even my own children, should pose a threat to me," Endra claimed, "This is not the first time I've had to banish someone from this realm, and I know it certainly will not be the last..."

When Endra stepped away from Oracle, she glanced out the large, purple-stained window, watching her children unleash their powers—the powers she had blessed them with, which were prophesied to be her downfall.