The day was a fine day. The birch and oak trees left mottled, spotted patterns of sunlight on the floor. The sky was clear, free of clouds and rain. And the village of Karav, like usual, was being bothered by it's well-known and incredibly bizarre resident: The Endergirl.
While not normally out during the day, something seemed to be egging her on lately. Something was encouraging her to have more frequent visits, so much she was doing so during the day, and even taking items directly from their hands rather than behind people's backs. She was wrestling a local farmer for a bone. "Give it back!" Cried the villager, who was trying to pull the large skeleton's bone from her dainty, nimble fingers. She pulled back, her only response being what sounded like a reversed chirping noise. She eventually got what she wanted, after giving a very vicious pull from her long arms. The villager cried out as he fell to the ground face-first, unable to keep the bone, but able to hold onto it long enough to have her pull him forward. "Give it back you--" The villager didn't finish his sentence as the Endergirl let out a terrifying screech, displaying her anger. It was a horrible shriek, with a quality to it much like it had been reversed and distorted. When the man flinched, the indescribable sound of her teleporting away was heard, and when he looked again, purple sparkles were in her place. She was gone, but not far. Even endermen had their teleportation limits, and it was presumed Endergirl did too.
After the scene was over, the other villagers came out of their houses, in which they were hiding and watching through the windows. They gathered around the sighing farmer, who got up and continued his business...without his source of bone meal to grow his crops.
Genesis patrolled the hills, his smoothly-made constructed armour glinted in the sunlight, he heard the distorted screaming and turned to the village, his eyes watching it gently, he saw a villager and the deep pain of the sword stabbed through him, like all those years ago...
"Hngh!" he dropped backward and fell to one knee, groaning in pain.
"Gen...Shouldn't...Trust...Men..." he clenched his fist and turned around, he only needed to drop down a 6ft mud wall to find his home, a hollowed out cavern.
"Gen...Should...Rest...Stop...Pain..." As he entered his cavern he stepped through the redstone-locking door, he wandered inside and laid his halberd to rest against the wall, his eye glowed blue as he turned to his workbench, he had a shot of inspiration.
"Village...Need...Grow...Gen can help grow.....but only....when asleep..." he pulsed his hands together and gathered the materials he needed for his idea, A bit of Redstone here, a bit of wood there, a bit of Glass for a tube...and there, it was done.
The object looked like a gun, it had a glass cylinder out the top and Genesis immediately wrote in ink on a piece of paper how to use the contraption.
"Ex-Master was bad, but...village people....aren't bad..." he wrote out the instructions, his writing surprisingly more fluent than his speech.
'To use this device, fill the top with ground bone dust, and then inject into soil, it will create a harmonious resonance within the plant and hopefully your crops will grow doubly quick'
He then turned to the door, to watch for night, under his room he could hear scratching and groaning, those terrible sounds had become like the ocean to him, soothing him.
"Whew," the Skylord declared, wiping her brow with the back of her glove. After walking for ages, she had finally managed to stumble upon a village that was in desperate need of a new building or two. Finally, somewhere where should could build again. She walked into the village, instantly taking notice of the sadden looks of a farmer who was trudging towards his farm. She stood out among the rest of them with her strange dress and the bag she was carrying on her back that marked her as a someone who did not linger in places for one time. Tied to the bag was a carpet of some kind or another but it didn't need explaining and was simply rolled up and tied to her bag. Curious, she walked over to the farmer and tilted her head to the side.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, staring at him. "You seem kinda down," she added. She sounded foreign compared to the farmer with her accent similar to someone from Bristol. She watched as the farmer explained then frowned slightly. She was a peaceful person but maybe she could help him out. "Sounds to me like you need your bone back," she said as she adjusted the bag on her back. "Don't worry, I'll go get it for you," she said then walked out of the village and began looking around for the girl who took the bone from the farmer.
Genesis had built many pillars around the village, in random assortments, they appeared to be made of a mix between cobblestone and the legendary crying stone, Obsidian, even if the obsidian was in very minute traces, worn writing and symbols littered each podium, and Genesis could be seen exiting his house.
"Genesis, need wood..." his Glaive of a halberd hung in his hands and he looked outward, the village was inefficient, many stumps could be seen but so could many trees, he gently ran down the hill and his boots made colossal slaps against the mud.
"Wood...Good here..." Genesis leapt down and his robotic pistons activated, mists of redstone peeked out as he swiped the tree clean in half, catching the timber, not before spreading two saplings where he had removed the tree from the ground.
"This help...Genesis need fuel...Genesis be good...only tree...not forest..." he headed back up the hill but found it hard to move, even for him, carrying his Glaive, and a full tree, it would of looked comical from the outside as his eye burst red with frustration.
"Wood...unruly!" he threw the tree upward, accidently causing it to javelin over the hill entirely, crashing into something on the otherside, an odd grumbling noise followed.
"Genesis sorry!" he called out, running up his home, on the other side he could see it had totalled a cow.
"Oops..." his voice deepened, he had exerted over 25% of his daily energy in that one push.
Endergirl was not going to be easy to find. She was only attracted by one thing: Obsidian. And considering how no one in the village kept obsidian of any kind, nor knew how to find or make it, she wouldn't be coming back for a while. But Endergirl was so eager to steal things lately, that the Skylord might just get a lucky break. And she would.
A trail of sparkling purple lead to the nearby caves from which monsters frequently crawled out from. The caves were fairly large, and many creatures lay in wait every day, wanting the to sun set and make their move on the village. Endergirl was located in this cave a lot, as it was a good place of refuge from the sunny days and was close enough to the village for her to raid it. She was deep in the caves, placing some more stolen objects in a large chest.
She was done for the day. She had some spare time. She had recently stolen some new items she didn't keep in her chest, as they were more playthings to her than anything important. She took out her latest prize, a book and quill. Not knowing how to write, she began doodling little pictures in it...
She drew many things. Pigs, cows, chickens, even villagers. But one thing she drew more than anything in great detail was an Enderman. Enderman had so little known about them, not to mention there was her obvious connection with the bizarre beings. She drew every little detail, from the texture of the skin to the long, bony claws. She seemed to know them inside and out, drawing little bits of information that no one knew about. She drew the forked tongue, and the long white teeth. She even drew them using powers not usually seen.
Celia paused in front of the cave she managed to track down and peered inside. Humans. Their night vision was terrible and required the use of torches. But she was a Skylord. Her powers surpassed those of humans. As did her technology. Even so, torches allowed her to trace her way back to the surface so she pulled several unlit ones from her pack and lit them before proceeding into the cave. Every so often, she placed a torch down on the floor to guide her way back to the surface. The ground was illuminated with sparkles of purple that Celia had followed back to the cave. Since they had led her there in the first place, she had decided to follow them through the cave.
The trail went on for a while and Celia followed it over rocks, dirt and ore alike. Lava appeared occasionally along with water but she went deeper and deeper. She ran from mobs a few times and got lost several more but eventually, she found her way to what seemed like where the creature had gone. "Endergirl", the towns people had called her. Or it. Was it a girl? "Hello?" she called out, deciding to make herself known as she placed several torches upon the ground around her. "Is anyone here?" she added, trying to make sure she didn't startle the Endergirl. She was trying to be friendly, not rude.
Endergirl swore in her own, strange Ender-language. She turned her head and made a weird snarl, then put down the book she was drawing in. Someone as powerful and advanced as Celia could probably see what was on it through the darkness. Details of Endermen that no one had ever seen or noticed. She approached slowly, her lengthy arms reaching out with a stone woodcutter's axe in hand. She was going to cut off Celia's head if she didn't explain herself or, better yet, leave immediately! With an eerie purple glow in her eyes, she continued to approach, making strange Enderman sounds that got louder and echoed in the caves more as she got closer...
Genesis' eyes sparked with a orange fire, he could hear it... that black... thing. He was curious of it but it seemed to just steal and disappear, nowhere to be found, he walked down and retrieved his tree, he heftily carried it to his cave and left it like a umbrella against the hillside.
"Genesis...Curious..." he followed the purple trail and suddenly leapt behind a tree, a...human had just walked into the cave after the purple dust particles, his eye glowed a dim blue and he sighed deeply, or the robotic conversion of sighing.
"Genesis...stop thief..." he turned and muscled his way in to the cave, his shoulderblades shifted the earth and caused some of it to collapse behind him, realising he would cause a cave-in he crouched and held his glaive like a hunter, gently crawling forward, his eye glinting and creating a dim torch effect.
"E...End..." he couldn't say the word he had heard so many rumors about at night, because of how frightened the town was, he couldn't even bear to say it.
Celia jumped back when the creature began advancing on her with an axe. Even a powerful creature such as herself was still intimidated by the idea of being bashed in the head with a hammer so she quickly retreated backwards a bit. She opened her back up and dug through it before pulling out a flower. It was an unusual flower that was different from the red roses and yellow flowers that grew nearly everywhere in Minecraftia. No, this flower was light blue in color and shined softly in the darkness like a torch. It was from her homeland in the clouds and glowed well during the night. Or in the darkness of a cave. "Look!" she declared quickly, holding the flower out. "Friends?" she slowly inched closer to the Endergirl, holding the flower out in front of her as she did so. She had seen the notebook the girl had been writing in. Perhaps she could propose a trade for some writing materials in exchange for the bone the girl had stolen from the farmer. The poor bloke needed it back or his crops would take forever to grow and the people would starve.
Endergirl stopped dead in her tracks at the beautiful flower. It was perfect for her collection. She dropped the axe, the tool making a loud clunk, and held out her hands. She took the flower, and began to examine it. The glowing qualities, the beautifully shaped petals...and that shade of blue. So stunning it was to her, that she walked over to her chest, and picked out hundreds of items to hold in her arms. She had bones, redstone, chiseled stone bricks, and even some obsidian. But the thing that stuck out of the assortment of items was the egg. The large, black egg that was about the size of her head. She took it deeper in the cave, to a room that had been roughly mined to make a large, square room. She seemed to walk down with ease thanks to her long legs, but anyone else who got down would have trouble getting back up, seeing as how there were no ladders and no steps to use.
The Endergirl began working. She started placing the stone bricks in a square formation. Should the Skylord have followed, she would have left some of the bricks near her, and motioned for her to help. She set down a border for the bricks, then motioned for the Skylord to help her fill it in.