The Secret Enderman - A Short Minecraft Story

Discovery

Jake trudged back home, dragging a log of oak wood to the woodpile next to their house. Behind him, his mother was similarly occupied.

Yesterday, Shannon had took him to play, and after the sunrise, the two had played in the snow. They built a snow golem (being very careful to put a regular pumpkin on it instead of a jack-o-lantern) and threw stuff at it until its head had fallen off. He had returned home tired but happy, telling his parents that he had been out playing in the snow with the dogs. Hopefully, they believed him, but he didn't care all that much. Jake was sure there was no danger to Shannon from his parents.

"Jake?" said his father when he walked inside. His dad was a tall player, with a small scar on his lower lip and large, calloused hands from tending to the animals. He was a good person, though, and Jake trusted his father to care and protect him.

"Yeah, dad?" responded the boy, trying to sidestep his parent. "I finished the woodpile, so can I get a drink?"

Yet Jake's father remained unmoving. He looked up at the player man and for the first time detected the telltale signs of an angry parent.

"...dad?" cautioned Jake.

"Yesterday, behind the wall, I found this." growled Jake's father, and revealed a piece of paper covered in spindly writing. Jake gasped. It was a page from Shannon's book!

"Have you been talking to some... thing out there?" snarled the player, crumpling the delicate paper in his clenched fist. "Jake, tell me why you go out so often now."

"I-I told you, dad, I'm just playing with the dogs in the forest!" stammered the boy, panicking.

"You never took the dogs out of their pen."

To Jake's horror, his father drew his iron sword, the silvery blade gleaming in the torchlight. An armor stand was by the door, and he began to walk towards it, hooking a chestplate off and starting to strap it to his chest.

"Dad, no!" cried Jake, and ran in front of his parent, blocking the door. "You can't do this!"

"Do what, if nothing's out there?"

He gulped. "Dad, please, don't go out there. Please."

Jake's father pushed him aside and lumbered out the door, his sword swinging by his side. Jake watched him, then ran along, panic building in his chest. He tried frantically to divert his dad's attention, but nothing he could say worked, and soon they were out by the playhouse- Shannon's sanctuary.

With a firm, loud kick, his father pushed the door open, and Jake saw the lean, skinny form of his Enderman friend cowering in the sudden light. His father gasped and pointed the sword-edge at her, ready to fight.

"This is an Enderman, Jake!" snarled his angry parent, and Jake felt tears prickle behind his eyes.

"She's not bad, I promise! Please, dad, please leave her alone!"

"Her?! What kind of foul sorcery hs this... creature done to you?!?" Shannon backed away farther, hissing in fear as she shuffled away from the shining blade.

Just as his father was about to bring the sword down on her head, Jake leaped, making the blade veer and stick in the wood. Shannon saw her chance. Before Jake's father was able to strike again, she disappeared in a burst of purple flakes- gone.

The man stared at the spot where she had been, then turned on his tearful son.

"We will speak about this, Jake," he growled, and the two exited, leaving only a book filled with spidery writing and a small spatter of purple smoke.

The sparks soon faded away.