Ender Heart

Chapter 1 - The Freak

Okay, lets get this out of the way.

I'm a freak.

There I said it.

I'm not 'normal', I don't fear the creature in the night, I explore at my own will.

No, I don't have a death wish, no, I'm not crazy.

I'm just different.

I was brought into this world the day the Ender Dragon was slain, well, that what I've been told.

My father, the person that supposedly 'killed' the Ender Dragon, came home to his pregnant wife-to find a newly born-baby girl.

What he didn't know was that my mother was infected-something called the Ender Sickness.

It's poisonous to humans, mother died in a few weeks, father found out-but it was too late for a antidote.

Then there was me, a baby girl, weak, helpless, and infected with the same disease, only I survived.

I was the lucky one to survive, my father used to tell me, but something was off about the way he'd always look at me, he never let me outside the garden when I would go play, he'd keep me away from anything that dealt with teleportation or an Enderman.

I remember what my dad told me when I was young, "Enderman are attracted to people with the Ender Sickness, they take them away and they are never heard from again." I used to believe that, I was afraid of the outside world, afraid of what might become of me if I went out there.

My names Christina, my nickname is Glitchy, and I live with my father.

On that day it was my 15th birthday.

My father and I were walking through town, stopping by some shops and such, buying things for his 'little' princess.

We then stopped by a blacksmith shop.

"Hey, Arnold!" A man with grey hair turned to my father, smiling at him, "Hello my dear boy," he walked up to the counter and looked at me, "So today's the little princesses birthday, huh?" I smiled, "Yes, today I'm turning 15!" Arnold smiled, before bending down and grabbing something, it was wrapped in a cloth, people in the town never trusted me so it made since why the townspeople were staring at me as Arnold handed me the mysterious weapon.

"Huh? Wait, isn't it your-" I looked at dad, he smiled and patted my back, "You know what, I think it's time for you to be your own night in shining armor." I smiled at my father.

"Awe, dad!" I unwrapped the cloth and gasped in surprise, grabbing the handle of the sword and swinging it upwards, "Oh.. It's perfect!" The sword was made out of diamonds, it's handle made from spruce wood to hold the diamond blade in place, a smile on my face-showing how happy I was.

Then it happened.

A few weeks later dad and I was on a hunting trip, killing monsters and such, that was when I ran into an Enderman, I still had the Ender Sickness, but for some reason I was immune to the sickness-but that didn't stop the effects from happening.

I looked away from the Enderman, walking by quickly, I could hear its almost staticky like noise radiating off of it as it stared at me.

I couldn't help but look up at it, and it was like I just stared into the face of death itself.

It became hostile and attacked me, father was nearby to hear my scream of terror as I tried to get away from it.

What I wasn't expecting since I used to monitor Endermans behavior when I was young-was it to kill my father.