Minecraft lore

Wardens are mutated Allays

Let me tell you a story, a story that happened a long time ago.
A story about an allay and a ravenous beast, but is it really a beast or is it it's fault its a beast?

Read on and let me tell you a story.

When illagers try to capture allays in cruel cages one or two escape sometimes.
This was one of those times.
 An allay had just managed to squeeze past the pillager trying to stuff them and their friends in a dark oak cage in front of the outpost.
It's wing was mangled by the arrows shot at it and it could barley fly but it escaped.

Not knowing where to go but wanting to escape, the allay frantically dashed off, and with one last glance at its brothers and sisters it flew down into a cave system with tears in its eyes, and although it didnt know it, its one last glance at the sunlight.

As it frantically flew it encountered mobs, zombies that groaned and shuffled towards it, skeletons that shot arrows at it, and creepers, creepers that silently shuffled towards it, already unseen in the darkness of the cave, and hissed and flashed but never blew up as to scare the allay.

After a while the allay reached deepslate and started to sob. Sob tears of pain and tiredness.
For itself and its brothers and sisters who they knew would be experimented on.
But they knew that they had to keep going.

Eventually reaching a clearing it picked up a deepslate in its hands and started to lift it.
Keep in mind that one block of deepslate was like picking up an anvil to it, and it was a lot bigger than the allay as well.

Again and again and again every day it started to pick up more and more and more.

Eventually the allay began to grow bigger and stronger and started to build a home for itself.

Using the deepslate around it it crafted them into bricks and began to build a one man civilisation- a city. 

The allay also had a liking to pick up objects and hoard them. 

Potions of regeneration from a witch.
Bones from skeletons.
Music disks from a dispute between a creeper and a skeleton.
Amethyst shards from geodes.
Along with many more trinkets.

 Using the ores around it and its blue ethereal light that emitted from it it crafted soul lanterns, and then using wood from abandoned mineshafts, soul torches.

However each time it did so it took a little bit of its soul away.
But it didn't care.
It yearned for the light, the warmth, the reassurance of the flame.


But it was too late. Over the course of years without light the allay had grown blind.

Being blind sometimes it flew into walls and other things and slowly- somehow- it grew legs to adapt to it.

But its wing weren't gone- well not completely at least. they turned into something else-almost like small little ears on the side of its head.

Still bitter and angry from all those years ago when the mobs had bullied them, its expression had contorted into a permanent frown.

And with it's strength, any mob that dared to step even an cm (yes I'm British-fight me  /j) into its territory faced its wrath. Yes maybe it couldn't see but it could hear.

It killed any thing that dared to enter its home-by mistake or not, passive or hostile- it didn't matter, and could you blame it? It couldn't see if it was hostile or not and it didn't even know that passive mobs existed- it had only known hostile mobs that tried to kill it all its life.

It was nicknamed the Warden. 

Why?
Because it was like the warden of a prison.

Soon a virus infected the Warden and its world that it lived in.

The blocks that the virus infected seemed alive pulsated gently like a creature.

The virus was called "sculk".

A particular block didnt even seem to be a block almost a mob in itself.
It absorbed the experience on the ground from the remains of the wardens victims and turned the nearby blocks into the virus as well.

Mobs knew of the Wardens violent nature and since then no mobs dare to step inside the warden territory. 

Ever since the virus took over the warden it was forced underground, only summoned when a sculk shrieker cries three times.

Adventurers have notice that multiple wardens can spawn, when the virus took over, it made perfect clones of the warden. Multiple Guardians. Multiple threats.

Some wonder why three cries, why not one? 

When the allay got shot in the wing so long ago and it morphed into the warden's "ear" its hearing-although good still was damaged. -This is also the reason why it cannot hear adventurers on wool or sneaking-a reminder of that day.  A scar that would never heal.

This is also why it has Dark Oak in its City a reminder that the pillagers morphed it into this.

And that one day it will get revenge.

But for now? It lies in the ground. Waiting in it's infinite slumber.