Ender: A Minecraft Story

"Misty!" My friend Rose called to me as she hopped down from her spot on a rock. Rose was an Enderman, or Enderwoman I guess, so she towered over me. "Where have you been! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"I was taking a ride on Shadow!" I replied. Shadow was my pet Ender Dragon.

"Oh, I guess I should have had the sense to look up..." She said thoughtfully. "Why do you even ride Shadow? You have wings of your own!"

I looked back at my wings, which were identical to Shadow's and sighed. She had asked this question many times before.

"How many times have I had to tell you?" I groaned. "Shadow is my pet, and I want him to feel loved! How would you feel if you were a pet, then someone just randomly stopped riding you when they grow their wings?!"

"I don't know, I'm not a pet..." She answered. "And not everyone has grows wings..."

I smacked my forehead. Rose could take things so literally sometimes. "That's not the point!" I was tired of this conversation. I decided to change the subject. "Are you excited for the portal opening tomorrow? I sure am!"

Rose gave me a weird look. "Why would you be excited? To us Enderpeople, it's just a day where stupid people come into the End!"

"But that hasn't happened for decades!" I protested. "I wish mom would let me out!"

"She's not going to..." Warned Rose.

"I know that, but I just wish..." I sighed. My mother, the Queen of the End, was so strict about me not leaving. She was worried that some random player would come and kill me, despite the fact that I could more than handle it.

Over the years, I had been trained in combat with many weapons, including my bare hands. I could defeat anyone who was stupid enough to come near me! And plus, if I took enough damage, I could simply teleport away. I didn't understand what the problem was...

"Hey, just be glad you have powers..." Said Rose. "All I can do is teleport. You can fly, and fight, and you're practically immortal!"

"Immortal isn't always a good thing..." I sighed. I would live forever, while I watched all my Enderman friends die around me. Once my mother dies, ill be the one to be leading attacks and killing intruders. But I don't want to. I want to live my own life.

But I guess that's the life of royalty.