Chapter 2
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When I woke up, I found myself in a dark room. A very, very dark room. Soon enough, memories flooded my mind. I was in the End…. The most dangerous dimension man has ever spoken of…. Here, in this, this Skyblock wasteland, Endermen roamed around doing favors and obeying the Enderdragon’s bidding…. Well, at least Herobrine didn't come here…. or at least I thought….
Then I saw an Enderman, in fact the same Enderman who had brung me here in the first place, “What do you want!?” I snarled.
“I want you to come with me,” he said that like I was an uninvited guest.
“And why would I do that?”
“I’ll give you 3 reasons, and you can pick your favorite; 1. Herobrine and the Enderdragon want to talk to you, 2. Your friend is not dead and if you do as we wish, you can meet Cliffstan on time, and 3. You are not…. umm.. well, Herobrine should tell you that much….”
I really liked the fact that Cliffstan was not dead, I didn’t like how basicly the 2 rulers of all evil wanted to talk to me, and I especially didn’t like the fact that this Enderman couldn't tell me something, like it would change my life forever….
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Sorry for it being so short again, just trying to get the story started off, oh and i would really appreciate it if you guys could vote, and maybe comment! Thanks! :D
