Wolfbrine and Herobrine (#Wattys2015)

Weirdest day of my life

~Herobrine~

I throw my hands up to shield my face. Any second now. I think. Any second tip that fiery best makes a Hero-kabob out of me. After about a minute or two, I open my eyes to see why I'm not dead. The ender dragon's just sitting there, with its head perked to one side, and it's ears strait up. Kinda like a puppy...I think with a smirk.

It's sorta cute, yanno, when it's not trying to kill me. "H-hey buddy." I stammer, and at the sound of my voice the dragon wags his tail, making loud thumping sound. "Purrrrrbreeeee." It makes and odd purring noise in the back of his throat. "W-what's that boy?" I ask, still slightly intimidated by the great beast.

"PURBREED!" It says again. "Purebreed...your saying purebreed!" I gasp. "But...why?" "Frrrrriend. PUrrrbreed frrrrriend." It says happily. "That's right." I whisper. "I'm a friend." It runs over to me, butting my hand with its hand. "What..what do you want boy?" I ask.

It stares into my eyes, and glowing silver meets a magical purple. Suddenly I get an image of me sitting on the dragons back. I gasp. "You..you want me to get on your back?" I ask as he makes a happy noise in his throat. "A...alright." I carefully climb up the dragons back, using its gleaming scales as handholds. Large spines rose from its back. I fit perfectly between two of the front ones, almost as if it had been made for a rider.

"Alright...so.....how are we going to do this...." I murmur to my self. All of a sudden the majestic black dragon takes flight, dragging me along for the ride.

"AHHHH!" I cling to its back, squeezing my eyes shut. I feel the wind in my hair as the dragon flys faster, faster, faster. Then....nothing. I slowly open one eye, then the other. We are gliding above even the highest of the obsidian towers.

"This is amazing." I breath. The dragon gives an amused Hrrrrrr. He flys away from the giant floating island of end stone. "Where are we going?" I ask as I watch it shrink into a small white speck of white in a eternal abyss of darkness. I get no reply. Great. I'm being kidnapped by a dragon.

The dragon drops into a dive. We are heading to a small island made of endstone. Interesting. I never would have found it unless I could fly. The dragon lands gently, and I try to slide down his back gracefully. Emphasizing on TRY. What actually happened was I fell half way and landed on my face. "Ow." I stand up and brush myself off.

The dragon nudges me forward, pointing with his nose at a cave. "You want me to go there?" I say, for conformation. "Hrrr." The dragon nods. He leads me into the cave, and down a long windy tunnel. The tunnel seemed to be shaped like a downward spiral, bringing on a feeling on walking in circles.

As we continued through the cave, the light from the entrance faded, and the obsidian walls glowed with a strange purple light. Weird. I've never seen obsidian, or for that matter, any block, glow that way. Suddenly the long windy tunnel comes to a halt. We are in a room full of plants of all kinds. How were they growing all the way down here? No sun, just the weird purple glowing rock.
And even weirder, there were streams, a few buckets lying here and there, and crops. Those things, actually, none of this, belonged in the end. The dragon, I really need to think of a name for him, walked around the cave careful not to step on or nock over anything. He nudged me with his nose towards a door at the back of the room. Wait, a door? Only humans could make doors.

This was getting weirder by the minute. I walk in, to find a small room with green carpeting. In one corner a hastily made bed sits, in another some chests, a crafting block, and a furnace. I walk over to see what is in the chests, and I notice the furnace is still hot. Nothing in it, but it looks like it's just cooling down.

One of the creepy glowing rock seems to have found its way into my stomach. Someone has been here. No, someone lives here. And that means I've been rustling through their house. Oh nether!

Then I hear the sound of feet on stone. Poop poop poop. "Bean! I'm home!" I hear the dragons happy hrring of the dragon, who is apparently named Bean. This is probably the weirdest day of my life. "What is it boy?" Says the voice. Definitely a boy. Probably not much older than me. Maybe he won't come in here, and I can sneak out. Cross your fingers! "What is it boy?" The voice laughs. "You want me to go in there?" I hear footsteps approach the door.

Shist! Stupid dragon. I thought he was my friend. I gulp as I hear his hand on the doorknob. The door opens, and I'm face to face with a boy about my age, maybe a bit older, with shaggy longish black hair that hung over his face, a small slender frame. His clothes were ragged and torn, and a bit baggy. But most noticeable were his eyes, that glowed slightly purple like the walls, and stared blankly into the distance. He's....blind...I notice.

He draws an obsidian sword, that like just about everything was friggin glowing purple. "Who are you?! Why are you in my home?!"