The Player

Chapter 2

"They can't kick me out of the End!" I scream at no one in particular.

"Ohh, that's what they meant." Jerry says.

I begin to freak out and hold my head. This can't be happening. If I'm on the over world while the players show up, who's going to warn the End? Lord Enderdragon doesn't even believe in players. I look at Jerry and he looks back. I have an idea.

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I knock on the door quite hardly and wait for a response. No one comes. "Um...Lord Enderdragon? It's...Zombie number 56."

I hear a sigh from the other end of the door. "Come in." I slowly open the door. Lord Enderdragon's office actually is extremely large, like, huge. I guess now that I think of it the room has to be big.

"What do you need?" He growls.

I gulp. "Sire, if I'm kicked out, who is going to warn the End about players?" I ask.

"I'll assign someone who is worthy of my duty's that I assign them, so in other words, not you." He says and looks away.

His purple eyes are menacing. "Sire, please give me another chance."

"THE LAST TIME I GAVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE YOU TALKED BACK TO ME!!" He shouts so loud I can hear his roar. I back away in horror. He sighs and drops his head. "Zombie number 56, I made you to be special. I wanted you to be the zombie that would change the way people thought about living here."

I sigh. "I know, Sire."

"This...over world player tyranny is not what I had in mind." He says to my face.

"The monsters living here were inspired by me talking you up, Sire. This isn't what I had in mind either." I sigh and lower my hands from the table. "This isn't who I wanted to be."

He huffs and purple fire glows on my face. I back away but realize he's just blowing fire from his lungs. Sometimes he gets purple fire and whatnot stuck in his lungs.

"This isn't who I wanted you to be either. You are so special I can't contain your curiosity here." He smiles warmly.

"What?" I look up in surprise.

"Your special, Zombie number 56. You've been doing something all these years that I can't do. Things that those other minions can't do." The Lord seems pleased.

"What would that be?" I feel water swell up in my eyes. I don't understand.

"You wonder." He wipes my eyes with his claw. "I need to find you a better place for you to wonder. To dream and to believe, and most of all, to create."

"Where am I going?" I ask.

He smiles. "The over world. You will be the first monster on the over world in over 600 years."

I look down; thinking, then look up again, a determined look plastered on my face. "I'll go, but on one condition."

"What is that condition?" He asks smoothly.

"The condition is that you allow me to come back whenever I please to warn you." I say without regret.

Lord Enderdragon pauses. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"What?" I demand. "Why?"

"Once a being whether it be monster or player leaves the End, they can't come back. I can allow you to come back only once, however, just so that you can warn us."