Prologue: Two Years Later

Slight winds from where I'm standing blows through my shoulder-length brown hair and blue ninja headband, making me pause. Something's wrong. No weather ever comes through the End. Ever. So why should we have some now? Or is Notch cryptically warning me to turn back now, to throw away my plans of destruction that will cause so much harm? I don't think this is a natural occurrence.

Oblivion, the Enderdragon, swoops down and lands next to me on top of the roof of the obsidian fortress. I can see the little beams of energy flowing into him from the End Crystals around us. He's huge, and I'm still amazed by that.

I give him a scratch underneath his chin, and he lets out a small rumble in the back of his throat that sounds very close to a cat's pleasured purr.

"We're going into the Overworld today," I whisper in the Ender language, which is what I have taken to calling it. It sounds weird to say I'm talking in Enderman, which is basically the same as people in reality calling what Americans speak 'American.' "Are you ready?"

He looks at me with his glimmering royal purple eyes and snorts. I take that as a yes. Oblivion's never been to the Overworld before, and with all the people trying to kill him whenever they go to the End, he'll have even more of a threat there. He's a brave dragon.

I feel a slight pull within me: the gathering of energy signatures- many of them- below. Looking out, I see that dozens upon dozens of Endermen are gathering around the fortress, for they know this is my usual spot. We have grown back into a strong species after two years- some of my old friends have even respawned. Am I about to throw that all away tonight though?

The time draws near. I stand proud on the edge of the fortress roof- okay, maybe not proud, but unflinching at least, biting back the nervousness in my heart. We're about to go to war with all the players in Minecraft. Why wouldn't I be nervous?

"My people, from near and far, hear me!" I call, my voice ringing unwaveringly around the landscape. "The night has come. We are tired of being slaughtered repeatedly whenever we travel to the Overworld; tired of being shunned just because we are night walkers; tired of being called monsters! Tonight, we will storm the Overworld and prove that we are not merely a species for the humans to kill for their own amusement! We will rise up as one army! We will fight!"

Shouts and cheers ring up from all the Endermen around. Some are already teleporting to the Overworld. They know the drill. We've been through it many times.

"Come Oblivion!" I shout, getting a running start and jumping off the edge of the fortress, starting to freefall through the air. Oblivion swoops down and catches me in midair, flying fast to regain altitude as I teleport us to the Overworld. The night sky looms above us, beckoning for us, calling us upon the humans.

Now, the real party has begun.