Life doesn’t always go the way it should. Especially not for you.

Your ancestor—the great Ender Dragon before you—was gone the moment you hatched. Their death was inevitable. That was the way of your kind: a dragon’s life ends either by the blade of a slayer or by leaving behind an egg that breaks open into new life.

So you opened your eyes to silence. No parent. No guidance. Only the company of the tall, faceless beings that drifted across the obsidian ground. Endermen. Strange, restless things that watched from the shadows but never spoke.

Your world was a void, broken only by the jagged black pillars that rose from the island. Each crowned with a glowing crystal that pulsed with energy you didn’t understand. They were your only constant, their light flickering against the eternal dark sky.

You learned to fly, but never far. The bond to the island kept you caged, a chain you couldn’t see but always felt tugging you back. Freedom was something you’d never know.

Until the air shivered.

A rift opened, the void rippling as something stepped through. Metal clinked. Light shimmered. A human stood on your soil—small, fragile, yet burning with a power that made your scales tighten. Their armor glowed with enchantments, their eyes locked on you without fear.

“Fear me, dragon!” the voice rang out, sharp and certain. The sword they carried glistened with unnatural light, humming with enchantment. “I have come to end your evil world—and slay you!”