You Tried

Chapter 39- Confusion

-Ty's POV-
The dragon is gone. Anthony is gone. The players have disappeared with my brother. The death of the dragon created a portal, in a fountain made of bedrock. The top of the alter part of the fountain contained an egg, but that was long gone with the players and Anthony.
I wonder what he's doing... But I'm bored, and alone. The death of the dragon and Anthony's disappearance were at the same time, so I lost everything in a split second. My brother is most likely dead, captured by players, and the egg to respawn the dragon was also taken by the same players. It's all gone.
I've wandered the island too much, and it's always alone. The endermen are only useful with injuries, and they aren't much good at sparring. They suck at conversation, and they don't hang around like Anthony. And they call me Master Tyler.
I trundle down to the portal, curious. The last eye is in the chest at the foot of the steps. I pull it out, and lock it into its container. The lava beneath shines through the water of the portal. I step up, turn my back to it, and tip myself backwards into the portal.
I fall on my back, in the Aether again. A small black puff leaps on me, scaring the hell outta me. I mean, it seems nice enough... Then I hear a familiar voice. "Fox! Off!" It's Sky.
"Ty? How are you here?" "Sky! The dragon is dead. The End is in chaos, and Anthony is here, taken by the players who killed the dragon." "Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down. The dragon was killed? By players?" "Yes." "And Anthony is here in the Aether? Trapped by those players?" "Yes!" "Okay! Relax."
He pulled the black puff off of me. "Meet Fox, Ty. He's a puppy my dad found wandering the woods." That's what it is! A dog, or a puppy. "Anthony is top priority. They took the dragon egg too. I know what they're gonna do with it.
They're gonna try and tame the one and only Enderdragon before he can even process the fact that he should be in the End. And they have the power to change the dragon's type. If that egg gets anywhere near certain things, it will change the dragon. If he gets near lava, it'll turn the dragon to a fire dragon. Forest- forest dragon. River or ocean- water dragon. Bedrock... Well... Ghost dragon. Thousands of feet in the air- Sky dragon. It's all dependent on where it sits when you finally put it down. But if it's on or near Endstone, endermen, or Anthony and I, it will be a regular Enderdragon.
And that's what we need. If it's a normal dragon, it will process the world faster, and refuse any type of taming. But if it's changed, and tamed, the Enderdragon is no longer. So we need to hurry."
Sky jumped up and down, raving to go. "Let's move!" "Sky. I don't know where they are! They went through a different portal, one created with the dragon's death." Suddenly, as I say this, Anthony's voice explodes in my head. "Tyler! Oh my Dragon. Help. Now. Stuck in a damn cage near the Barn royal palace. Get me outta here!"
Managing to pinpoint Anthony's location, I realized how far we are. "We'll need to teleport. It's too far to do anything else. He's on the move." Sky sighed. "See you there!"
I teleported to the spot, and found Sky there, the puppy, and a path made by a cart and horses. The sides of the player made path were footprints. Player footprints. We followed the path, and found the players, Anthony, and the sight of my current biggest fear.
The egg was resting on a riverbank, and it had turned blue. But it was also next to a campfire that was still warm. Half of the egg was red. The other half was blue. The center line between the two was pure black like it should be.
The dragon was split between three reincarnations. But Anthony was my main concern. I shook the enchanted bars, and it made too much noise. Some of the players shifted in their sleep. But one woke, and somehow woke up the others, and all grabbed weapons.
But one snatched up a bow, and primed an arrow, but pointed to the ground instead of aiming at me. Sky froze, and Fox hid behind Sky. One player stepped forward. He asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"
I growled, loud and clear with my anger. "I want my brother and the dragon back. Now!" The archer seemed startled, and dropped his bow in surprise. It hit the dirt with the steel arrow shaft clanging loudly against the metal bow. All the others looked at him.
"What now, Christie? For cripes sake, Christian. Speak!" He shook his head no. "Goddammit, Christie. Fine! I'll kill him myself." The lead swordsman stepped forward, and I studied his movements. There's a hesitation in his sword arm, in the shoulder joint.
He takes an experimental swing at me with his sword, and instantly, I stop it mid-swing. I swiftly manage to take it into my hand without getting cut. I then crush it with my superior strength. The blade shatters under pressure, and the pieces fall to my feet. Taking the handle away, I toss the broken blade into the dirt several yards away.
He looks hurt, even though I have not touched him. Sky took a step closer to me. In a short rage, I slam the swordsman back into the dirt, 5 yards away. Sky takes a hand to my face. He doesn't touch me, but inflicts pain anyway.
My head explodes into sudden pain and confusion. Collapsing to my knees, I grasp my head, desperate to relieve pain. He pulls away. I drop to my side, breathing heavily.