He stood there, facing the obsidian towers. So many thoughts were going through his head. "Will I die?" "Where's the dragon?". So many thoughts. He looked for the purple and black dragon as he was surrounded by tall, black creatures called Endermen. He would be the hero if he killed the dragon who was named, as he heard in legends, the Enderdragon.
He had his sword in his hand and a bow with a pack of arrows on his back. His final journey started here, but it wasn't his first. I guess that is where we will start.
