Nother part! Lolll


l opened my eyes. It seemed to be dark. There was a small amount of glow from the crying obsidian walls. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could look around. I was in a cell. There were weird glowing vines that acted as bars. The walls and floor of the cell were a combination of obsidian, crying obsidian, and endstone. Across from me two midnight purple eyes stared. It was terrifying. The Enderman could obviously see better than I could. My eyes adjusted. This Enderman was different. She was smaller than most. She wasn't entirely black either. I tipped my head to the side. I must've looked weird to her. We were practically opposites. At least in looks.

Awkward. That was the right word. This was awkward. I sat with my back against the cell wall. I was facing the girl. She had mirrored my movements. We stared at each other. No other Endermen had come to check on us.

"Uh, hello?" Finally I spoke.


"Hello..." Her voice was soothing. But in a way that hinted at a troubled past. She seemed like she understood all possible types of pain.. "Where are we?"

"The dungeon." Holy crap she was straight forward.


"Why are you here?"


"Because I'm not a slave." She glanced away and shushed me. I stopped. Just in time. Little purple dagger particles spread. They gathered in one place. In the hallway. It took a second. Then the king materialized. He looked at her.

Glared. "You will go on the mission."

She paused, thinking about it. "If he comes with me." She motioned to me. I was startled. What could! do? The king looked at me. One split second decision. I nodded, agreeing. I chose trust. A rare decision. The king slowly nodded. His thoughts. were clearly visible. Cogs turning. He nodded to someone behind him. The skulk bars raised. The endergirl stood. I followed suit. The king led us out of the dungeon.