Transported (A Minecraft Fanfiction)
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  • Reads 37,526
  • Votes 1,993
  • Parts 111
  • Time 3h 32m
Complete, First published Jun 21, 2014
I never thought I would be part of something like this. I never thought I would have a destiny and a purpose to pass down. Yeah, I'm normal enough, I guess. I have secrets. I have hopes. I have.... well, yeah. If you put aside that I am part of a prophecy to defeat some dragons and I transported into Minecraft to do so. Yeah, let's go with that. Like I said, I have secrets. Don't we all? In fact, don't we all have something we are destined to do? So, my secret, it's kind of, extraordinary, I guess. But enough about my secret. You probably don't want me to go on about something I won't show, at least not yet. So, this prophecy thing, I'm not alone to fulfill.  I'm part of a team. We all have secrets. And by secrets, I mean, something strange. Trust me, when you see it, you'll know. So, my team and I, we will fulfill our destiny, well, hopefully. We all have a purpose in life. Mine is to save people. To save the world. With my team, the Chosen Ones. 

I am Peggy, and I was transported.
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WHO ARE WE? Dragons or People? (Genesis)

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We all know the Government keeps secrets, and most of them have a reason to be just that, secrets. I am part of a military unit, but not your average run of the mill soldier, no. I am a trained killing machine with teeth that can rip a man in half. scales that can stop bullets in their tracks, and wings that allow me to soar over a battle field like a looming angel of death. I am a dragon. I was born of a hell I wouldn't wish on anyone; but I wasn't always like this though... I was forced into this violent role at the age of sixteen on a school competition to New York. It has become my duty now to protect my fellow soldiers and friends in the heat of battle that rages behind the scenes both abroad and at home. We are hunted, but are not petty prey, we can fight back against those with the audacity to come against the rising sea of scales, guns, and armor coming their way... But in the depth of my dreams I still find myself arguing on who the real dragons are. the us with their body's, or the humans with their minds.