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Diary of a Lost Enderman, Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant

 

Diary of a Lost Enderman, Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant

 

Copyright 2016 Mark Mulle

Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir

 

 

 

 

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Author’s Note

This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Day 1

Day 2

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

About the Author

Other books by this Author

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 1:

Dear Diary,

Today was a good day for me. I finally started to learn how to teleport! I’m not very good yet, but I’m getting better.

I was very nervous, but excited at the same time. I had seen all the other Endermen teleport all around the place and I had always wanted to try it, but I knew it could be dangerous, like if I teleported off the edge of the End by mistake. A lot of my friends had tried to teleport on their own without adult supervision, and many of them had ended up taking a lot of damage by accidentally teleporting inside walls. That’s why I was so nervous, but I’m excited because now that I know how to teleport, it means I’d have a lot of freedom to roam around. I could go anywhere in the End with these powers! Some of my friends already have their teleportation licenses, and they’ve been going to the furthest of corners of the End, and now, soon, I’ll be able to join them.

It started with my dad taking me to one of the obsidian pillars here in the End and he told me it was time I started to train in teleportation. He told me that the key to teleportation was an Ender Pearl. I already knew that, but I let him continue explaining to me how it was done. He told me that Endermen, unlike any other mob, have the power to make a special pearl that allows them to teleport, or as some people call it, Ender-Walk. I had tried to make Ender Pearls without any instruction before, just to see if I could, but mine never turned out right. They are supposed to be a soft, teal color, but mine would always be a bright pink color. I had no idea what I was doing wrong.

Under the pillar, my dad started to give me instructions on how to make them, and it turns out, I was just rushing it. I needed to be a little more patient, and with my dad’s help, I was able to make a perfect Ender Pearl. My dad told me that I could only use one Ender Pearl once to teleport, and that if I wanted to teleport long distances, I’d have to make many more. But for now he told me to get started with one.

My dad said that there were two ways to use an Ender Pearl: one was to throw it and be teleported to where it lands, and the other was to use our minds to focus its energy and take us where we want to go. According to my dad, throwing the Pearls was easier, but it was more dangerous, and less socially acceptable. After all, creatures like Steve, the tyrant ruler of the Overworld, preferred to throw Ender Pearls. I didn’t understand where Steve would get Pearls from if only Endermen could make them, but I didn’t ask. So my dad started to teach me how to focus my mind on the pearl. It was really difficult. It was as if all I was supposed to think about was the pearl. It doesn’t sound difficult, but it is! And then my dad was like “Now imagine you are standing all the way over there” pointing to the next obsidian tower. Dividing my mind between focusing on the pearl and the destination where I wanted to go to is difficult, but I did my best. After a long time of looking into the distance, I felt a force pulling me from my stomach. I got scared and stopped thinking about the tower. I ask my father and he told me this meant I was on the right track, and that this force was going to teleport me. I tried again. I could feel the force, but this time I kept on concentrating, and then suddenly I felt a rush! I had teleported!

But only about two block. The pillar was still so far ahead!

My dad started to congratulate me, saying I had done an awesome job. “But I barely moved!” I said to him, and he explained that he made me set such a long target so that I would be able to do something. He said that the first time he teleported, he barely moved two inches let alone two blocks. That made me feel really good about myself.

Even though I had just done it once, I was exhausted, just as my dad had expected, so we went home. I can’t wait to keep practicing, and eventually become a teleportation master!

 

Day 2:

Dear Diary,

Today was my second day at teleportation training. I did much better today. I was able to teleport a whole ten blocks! But my aim is a little bit off. I teleport larger distance than before, but end up either to the left of or right of where I meant to go.

While practicing, I almost got hurt. I saw that each time I tried, I was going a little to the left, so I tried to compensate by aiming a little to the right. I thought my technique was working, until one time I ended up teleporting so far towards the right that I was nearly inside one of the obsidian pillars.

When I ran out of pearls, I started to make more, but I was so impatient to get right back into it that a few of my pearls turned out pink. I thought that the pink ones couldn’t hurt so I was about to start teleporting with a pink one when my dad noticed. He stopped me immediately and told me to never try to teleport with a pink pearl. I asked him why and he explained that the pink pearls are unstable, and could mess up while I was teleporting. There was no telling where the pinks ones would land me if I used them.

I’ll be honest, I got very worried when my dad told me that, and I immediately deactivated all of the pink pearls. We got back into practicing, and even though I was a bit distracted by the thought of the pink pearls, I was still doing well in my teleportation.

 

Day 6:

Dear Diary,

My teleportation test is coming close now, but I’m already a master at it. It’s like I don’t even need to think to get myself to where I want to go. Every night, I make a whole bunch of pearls so that I have a full day’s supply ready with me when I go out. I usually carry about two full stacks.

Today a few friends and I decided we should go to stroll around in the old city. The old City of Ender is pretty much abandoned now, and is overcrowded with Chorus plants. It’s at least a thousand blocks away from the main End Island, so the best way to get there is through teleportation. Some of my friends already have their license, so they were very confident about going. I decided I was good enough at teleporting to join them.

Once we made it to the edge of the island, we started to teleport to the mini islands in between us and the old city. It was quite a rush, because the islands were very small and we needed to be very careful as we teleported. One wrong step and we could be falling forever into the Void!

There were many little islands, a lot more than I had anticipated. I knew we were getting closer, though, because the Chorus trees were becoming more and more frequent. They started out as just small shrubs, but now on these islands they were much larger and there were so many of them! I had seen Chorus flowers back in the main city, but these wild ones were so much bigger and so much prettier. I considered taking a few back with me on the way back. They would probably look really good in our house. Mom might like them, too.

I could see the city now. There were large towers made of Endstone and Purpur blocks visible now. The new city didn’t have a lot of Purpur. I never understood why they stopped using them. They look so good.

When all of my friends arrived on an island with barely any Chorus trees, Endie, a friend of mine, suggested we race to the mainland of the old City. We all agreed and took our positions. There were five of us, and there were four different paths leading from this island to the mainland. They all looked equally long, and I couldn’t decide which path to take while Endie counted down from three and then said Go! very loudly. All the others started to teleport away on different paths, but I was still standing at the starting line, wondering which path to take. Then I got an idea. I don’t need to take any path!

While the rest of the guys were rushing across their respective paths, I focused on the mainland. It was further than any Ender-Walk I had ever done, but I was confident I could make it. I took my time, however. There was no point in rushing such a risky move. I was still focusing on the island when I noticed that Endie was almost at the mainland. My desire to win the race took control of me right then, and I took the leap.

With a rush, I found myself standing on the mainland. Endie landed next to me and said “Ha! I win!” Then he noticed me.

“Guess again!” I said to him. He was so surprised to find me there already. He asked how I made it here so fast, when just a second ago I was still at the starting line. I told him and the rest of the group, who had by this point all made it to the mainland, that I teleported from there to here in a single bound. They were all really impressed. I felt so proud of myself right then.

The city was much bigger than I realized. It had some of the tallest towers I had ever seen. I just couldn’t understand why it was ever abandoned. But moving along the streets we began to get the answer to that question. There were huge craters in the island, and large holes in the walls of the buildings. There was probably some kind of an accident here that left so many of these buildings damaged and thus uninhabitable. That’s quite sad really; I wouldn’t have mind living in a place like this.

We were still walking along the streets when we noticed that there was a flying ship, suspended midair, above us. It was the coolest thing any of us had ever seen! We wanted to go up to it to explore inside it, but it was far too high for any of us to teleport to it directly. This meant we needed to find an alternative path. We noticed that this ship was very close to the roof of one of the towers, so we decided to go into the tower and climb our way up. When we made it to the tower, we found a couple of shulkers sitting in front of the door. They started to shoot their little anti-gravity shots at us, but we were all able to dodge them and get inside.

The building was huge, and was illuminated by loads and loads of End Rods. It seemed that all the stairs to get up had been destroyed, but still there seemed to be a parkour-style way to the top, composed of the End Rods and many other blocks. My friends decided to make this another race. Without warning they all started teleporting from End Rod to End Rod, making their way up slowly. I was just getting ready to start going up when I realized I was running low on Pearls. I had thought two stacks would be enough, but I used up a lot on the way over here. If I wasted more here, I wouldn’t have enough left to get back to the city. But I didn’t want to lose the race, either. I got an idea that would help me save Pearls and win the race.

While my friends seemed confused about which place to Ender-Walk to next, I made my way back to the doorway, and poked a shulker. It poked its head out of its little shell and, startled by the sight of me, shot me with an anti-gravity shot. It didn’t hurt at all, and the next thing I knew, I was floating! I seemed to have very little control over where I was going so I put in all my efforts to get inside the building. Once I was there, the rest of the race was a breeze. My friends watched in awe as I floated up towards the roof while they were still clinging to the walls. In no time, I was at the top of the building.

I didn’t have to wait long for my friends to catch up, so I didn’t have to wait long to gloat about my second win of the day. We made our way out onto a balcony from where we would see the ship properly. It was much larger than it appeared from the ground. We all got to the edge of the balcony and teleported onto the ship.

Once inside, we started to explore the multiple levels. There were a lot of cool things there, but I suppose the coolest thing was this set of wing like gliders! It was sitting in an item frame and none of us could resist using it. We wore one by one and would glide from one place to another. It was unbelievable. After we all had a few go at it, we decided it was time to go back home. I took the gliders from Endie and, using the shulkers, went back up to the ship and put them back where they belonged. There is no limit on teleporting down, so I teleported from the top of the ship back to the ground, from where we all made our way back home.

When we got back however, I noticed something felt different about the place. For some reason, all the adults seemed to be really worried. I noticed one of them looking out into the distance, off of the main island, at this small obsidian platform. There seemed to be a mob in there. A mob very different from what I had ever seen.

My dad found us and told us all to go home. He looked worried too, so none of us questioned it. We said our goodbyes and left.

It’s time for me to go to bed now, but I haven’t made any more pearls tonight. I suppose I’ll make them in the morning.

 

Day 7:

Dear Diary,

Everything is awful! Everything is wrong! I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how I got here and I have no idea how to get back home. This place is so different. I’m so scared.

Everything was fine when I went to bed, but then my dad came rushing into my room, telling me to wake up, saying that we had to run. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn’t question him. We ran outside and I saw that the entire city was in a panic. I looked back at the obsidian platform and I saw a bridge of a strange, grey rock between it and the main island, and the mob that had been on it was nowhere to be seen. I asked my dad what was going on , and he told me that the tyrant, Steve, had come to the End to try to collect Ender Pearls, and that meant danger for Endermen like us. My dad said we needed to get to the old city and we needed to teleport there fast. I told him I had no pearls so he gave me a few of his own. We started to make our way to the City of Ender. I knew that my dad could teleport much larger distances than I could, and I was just slowing him down. I did my best to do leaps as large as I could, but that was only making me tired. Then I had an idea. I told my dad to not worry about how far I teleport and to just move as fast as he could. I told him I could keep up, but he wasn’t ready to leave me alone. So I showed him what I had in mind. Instead of Ender-Walking, I threw one of Pearls as hard as I could in the direction of the old city. I found myself being teleported much further than I had ever gone before. Who cares if it isn’t classy? We needed speed, not style. My dad showed up next to me and told me I was a genius. We kept going like this for a long time but then we reached an area that was really crowded. I couldn’t see where I would throw a Pearl from here, and that second of pause was the first biggest mistake I had made. Steve started to make his way over to this place and suddenly there was a stampede of Endermen. In this chaos, I was separated from my dad, but I could still hear his voice: he was saying that I need to keep going. So I threw what I didn’t realize what was the last Pearl I was carrying. It landed a distance away from the crowd, and I decided to take advantage of this to make another pearl. I sat down and started to make one. The crowd, with Steve on its tail, was getting closer. I grabbed the pearl, not realizing it was still pink, and tossed it as hard as I could. This was the second biggest mistake I made. Teleportation with a pink pearl felt very different. It wasn’t a pull around the waist, but rather around the head. It was unpleasant and scary. I think I got knocked out by it, but I’m not sure. When I finally came to my senses, I found myself in a whole new world. This place was made of all different kinds of material, but there was no Endstone or obsidian to be seen anywhere!

I found this cave of sorts. I guess I’ll rest here for the while. It’s so bright here! I can barely even focus.

 

Day 8:

Dear Diary,

When the place was finally dark enough, I decided to go out and explore this new world. This was definitely a strange place. The first thing I noticed as I stepped out of the cave was this large block of light in the sky. I had never seen anything like it! I didn’t even know what to call it. And alongside this giant luminous block were millions of tiny dots of light. They looked so beautiful scattered across the dark sky. I was walking with my eyes fixed on these glowing objects when I suddenly hit something. It wasn’t an obsidian pillar, no. It was much smaller than those. But it had an odd appearance. It was a single column of a weird brown block that eventually became this crown of soft green blocks. I looked around to find multiple of these protrusions all across the place. There were also several smaller projections coming out of the ground. These were much smaller and they starts off green, and were topped off by many different colors. I walked up over to one such projection. It was red on the top. I couldn’t resist the beauty of it, so I picked it up.

I carried this strange and soft thing with me, and I found that not only did it look pretty, but it smelled wonderful too. As different as this place might be, I can’t deny, it’s beautiful.

I discovered some strange creatures here. I was roaming around on the soft, green ground when I heard some of the oddest sounds. It sounded like snorts and oinks, and I could not figure out what kind of creature would make such a noise. I was immediately terrified. I took a few steps forward and the creature behind the noise became apparent. It was very small, and its entire body was pink. What was even stranger was that this mob had four legs! I didn’t even think that was possible! I stayed away from this strange beast, but it seemed to have taken an interest in me. I didn’t much care for four-legged, pink mobs, so I tried to avoid it, but it seemed to be following me. I was suddenly part of a chase now. I kept running, looking for a place to escape this strange being and after a short while of searching, I was able to find a platform that was a few blocks above the ground. I figured the tiny creature would not be able to reach it so I climbed on top of it, and to my luck, I was correct. The little pink thing was stuck down there. I noticed the platform I was on led to a little cave in the mountain face. I figured I’d be able to rest in there. Before I went inside, I noticed a strange, green creature with four legs on the mountain. It was making its way down towards me. I rushed into the cave to hide from this thing, but I guess it had already seen me.

I was hoping this thing would make its way away from here and not bother with me, but I was wrong. It came down the mountain and came straight for the small cave I was in. It didn’t walk in, but it stopped to look at me. I felt very odd as it stared at me with those dark, hollow eyes. For a long time it stood there in silence, I began to wonder if it could even make any sound at all.

I was tense under its glare, and the eventual hissing noise it made didn’t make matters any better. I thought it was getting ready to attack as it hisses, but after it was done, it said “Are you an Enderman?”

I considered answering, letting it know that I am, but I didn’t know if this guy was going to be friendly or hostile towards me if he knew. So I remained quiet.

“I’ve never seen a real Enderman before.” She said sounding almost in awe. “I’ve heard lots of stories though. Is it true you can teleport?” I wanted to answer her, but I was still very uncertain. I suppose I’m a bit of a coward…

She was quiet for a while, probably expecting a response from me. When I gave her none, she said “Oh I’m sorry! I’m Creepis.” She hissed the last part. “What’s your name?” I said nothing.

She waited for a while and then said “Well aren’t you a shy one! That’s okay that you don’t want to talk. I’ll leave you alone now. If you change your mind about having a conversation, I’ll be passing by here tomorrow at the same time. Say hi if you’re in the mood. Otherwise I won’t bug you. Bye!” And just like that, she was off.

I watched her walk away. She walked with purpose, and she seemed to know exactly where she was going. She didn’t even seem scared of the pink thing. Maybe I should talk to her? Maybe she can tell me where I am, and how to get back home. Yeah. I guess I should talk to her.

I’ll wait for her to get back here tomorrow and I’ll introduce myself. For now, a large and very bright block of light is rising in the sky. I should rest.

 

Day 9:

Dear Diary,

I waited in the cave a long time for Creepis to pass by. In the time that I waited, I noticed that not all the mobs in this place walked on four legs. I noticed that some of the other two-legged mobs were either made of rotting flesh or just bones. These creatures were strange but fascinating.

Maybe my sense of time is not working as well as it used to, because it felt like Creepis arrived much later than she had promised. As she passed by my cave she poked her head through and looked at me, but didn’t say a word. I was still a little scared, but I figured she might be my only hope at getting back home. So I stepped forward and said “Hi there! I’m Ender. And yes, I am an Enderman.”

“I knew it!” she said. “I’ve never seen a real Enderman, did I say that? We hear so many cool stories about Endermen, like how they can teleport, and carry blocks around, and how strong they are! I’ve always wanted to meet an Enderman but they just don’t come to the Overworld anymore! Hi, I’m Creepis.”

“Yeah, you mentioned.” I told her. “Can I ask you a question?”

“On one condition: that you let me ask you a question as well.”

I agreed to her terms and asked her “Where am I?”

“Oh. You’re in a cave, silly.” She said.

“Yeah I know that but I meant like… Where is this cave? What is this place?” I explained.

“Well, it’s the Overworld. Don’t tell me you don’t know about the Overworld!” I shrugged and she continued to tell me how the Overworld is the first of the three dimensions of Minecraftia.

I was still wondering about what Minecraftia is when she said “Okay my turn! How do Endermen teleport?”

“Oh we use these things called Ender Pearls. We make them ourselves and then use our minds to Ender-Walk wherever we want to go. I’m not very good at it yet, so I can’t go very far but my dad…” Remembering my dad suddenly made me very sad. I think Creepis saw this because she asked if I was okay. “No I’m not.” I told her. “I got separated from my dad when Steve the tyrant attacked, and now I’m here with no idea how to get back. I really want to get back!”

Creepis was staring at me now and I could hear her making a very faint hissing sound. After a second she said “Oh that Steve! He’s the worst! Everyone in the world hates him because he just goes around doing whatever he wants, with no concern for the world.”

“Wait, you know about Steve?” I asked her.

“Yeah, of course I know about Steve.” She said. “He lives a few thousand blocks south from here. Good thing he’s so far away, am I right!”

I think she was expecting some kind of response but I was too busy thinking. “But if Steve lives here, how was he in the End a few days ago?”

“The End?” Creepis asked, sounding confused.

“That’s where I came from. And if Steve can go between the Overworld and the End, then maybe I can too! Creepis do you know how he does this? This could be my ticket home!”

Creepis looked kind of confused. I could tell by her expression she had no idea what I was talking about. I began to feel sad again. I looked down to the ground, feeling defeated, but then Creepis spoke. “I don’t know how he does it, but I do know someone who might.”

My ears lit up at that. I turned to her and asked if she could take me to this person. “He lives very far away,” She began. “But I guess I could do it. On one condition, though. You let me teleport.”

I agreed immediately and started to work on making a pearl. Throughout the process she kept asking me about what I was doing, and I kept asking her about her world. Soon I knew so much about it, and it was a truly fascinating place. When the pearl was finally done, I told her to come outside of the cave and handed her the pearl. She didn’t have any hands to hold it in, so she just held it in her mouth. I told her to toss the pearl in the direction she wanted to go to, but to not toss it too far, nor onto the objects I now knew were called trees. Creepis got ready to toss it, and with a swish of her head, she flung the pearl in the air and we watched as it soared through the air and eventually fell on a flat area of grassland. I heard a zap to my side which told me that Creepis had just teleported, then I saw her appear where the pearl had landed. I ran over to her to ask her how she like the experience. She told me it was exhilarating, but it hurt her a little. I was surprised she was hurt. Teleporting never hurt Endermen. She remarked that maybe it was because our bodies were designed to handle the pressures of teleportation, and the bodies of Creepers were not.

“Okay I let you teleport, so now take me to this person who might be able to help me get back home.”

“Okay, I guess a deal is a deal.” She said. “The person I am taking you to is called Herobrine. He’s a legend! He always stands up to that monster, Steve, and I know that Herobrine has gone to one of the other dimension. I can’t make any promises, but his trips into the Nether are what make me hopeful that he might be able to help you. Come on.”

And so I left with Creepis to find Herobrine’s home. We’re stopping now because the sun is rising, but she says we’re almost there. I can hardly wait!

 

About the Author

Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!

 

 

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Attack of the Overworld Trilogy

Book One: Finding Herobrine

Book Two: Finding Steve

Book Three: The Final Mine

 


Diary of a Lost Enderman, Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant

GENRE: Children’s Adventure (An Unofficial Minecraft Book for Kids Ages 9 - 12 (Preteen) Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant Eddie is a young Enderman living a happy life in the end. He enjoys reckless adventure with his friends and has recently begun training with his father in teleportation. But when a tyrant finds his way to Ender's beautiful homeland, he is forced to run. An accident has separated him from his father. Ender is lost. Will he be able to find his way back home? Author’s Note: This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch

  • Author: Mark Mulle
  • Published: 2016-02-04 03:40:09
  • Words: 6100
Diary of a Lost Enderman, Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant Diary of a Lost Enderman, Book 1: Escaping the Tyrant