Author's Note: So I was like, "Well, its the second chapter now, and I don't need to make this nearly as long as the pilot, right?" Nevertheless, I finish writing and it's actually nearly a thousand words longer than the first. *Face Palm* Well, enjoy?

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft, have never owned Minecraft, and (likely) will never own Minecraft. (Mojang-Microsoft does)

I've come to the conclusion that I prefer having my innards where they should be instead of spewed out on the grass beside me. Well by beside me I actually mean scattered, and by scattered I actually mean that there's a tuff of wool on every patch of grass for yards around due to one of the little humans, the wheat haired one I believe, dragging me around during its "victory lap". Honestly, what did the undersized human think it was doing? If it, by some twist of fate, did manage to "defeat" me in an actual battle, there would still be no way for the small creature to drag around my body. It's happened before, once, and I vividly remember my body exploding into hundreds of thousands of particles when that happened. Exploding will do that to a person.

On the other hand, my current body does not explode when injured, and it's not particularly resilient to the attacks of wooden hatchling weapons. Which, in itself, explains the sudden appearance of wool scraps all over the grass. One of the hatchlings, the wheat haired one, managed to tear a rather large cut along the side of my neck and down my side. An attack of that size should have killed me, but instead left little pieces of my body all over the ground.

I was, however, met with an unexpected ally in my plight, when my original captor grabbed me from the wheat haired human and roared at wheat-hatchling with a fury rarely seen in humans. The hatchling was screaming at the wheat-haired one, baring its teeth in a way that seemed far more threatening than it was earlier, and continued to berate the other in strange high-pitch tones. It was almost humorous, watching the hatchlings all run around in various states of panic and all of them letting out the most high-pitch cries I've ever heard. I was almost staring to enjoy myself, until something splattered across my head and slowly trailed its way down my muzzle.

Which is what leads me back to the current time, with my current body still securely held in my captor's tiny paws as the hatchling continues to leak from the eyes. It's leaking from the eyes- leaking! It's creating its own confounded water for Void's sake! Creating its own water! I try to struggle away, to escape the flow of water splashing against my pelt, but find myself unable to move. As if being physically torn open wasn't bad enough, but now I have to be pelted with acid as well? Confound it all!

"Now what in the world is going on back here?" A voice calls out behind the group of wailing hatchlings. "Alex? Now what in the world-?" The voice is much lower than the other little humans, and I slowly place it as the larger human that my captor was speaking with earlier. My captor pauses and turns toward the voice, its red hair sweeping over my face to block out my vision. Oh, blinding me as well now, huh? As if I hadn't been tormented enough today.

"Mrs. Thompson, Griffin is being mean," One of the hatchlings calls out, and I notice it's one of the few little humans not making odd sniffing noises. "We were playing a game but he tore a hole in-"

"He ruined Endy!" My captor cries out, clutching me even tighter to its chest. No, hatchling, I can't breathe- "He cut it open with his sword! He ruined it! Poor Endy... poor... poor... Endy. I promise I won't let anybody hurt you from now on." Oh dear Void, I can't breathe, it's trying to kill me- it's trying to kill me-

The larger human rushes over to the wheat-haired hatchling, tugging at the fur atop its head. "Griffin Lucius Mayweather Thompson, what have I told you about using your toy swords with the others? Look at what happened! I don't even want to imagine would could have happened if you had hurt one of the other kids. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"It was just a- I didn't mean to-" The hatchling lets out a cry of pain as the larger human yanks at its hair. "I'm sorry," The wheat-haired says, letting its head drop to look at the ground and rest there. Even with the lack of oxygen in my lungs, I'm still able to identify a look of submission when I see one. It appears the bigger human is much higher on the food chain then I previously predicated.

My human is still sniffling, but I notice that it has stopped leaking, at least for the time being. "But- but Endy-" The hatchling mutter quietly, slowly releasing me from its grasp and holding me up to the larger human. I gasp in as much oxygen as I can, trying to replenish my aching lungs before the human returns me to its grasp. "Can you fix it?"

The larger human steps forward, looking down at me with large blue eyes and slowly takes me from the little human's arms. I freeze at the exchange, wanting nothing more than to yowl in disapproval of the change in power. Not only am I being handed over like a mere object, but I am being handed over to a human who is lower in social power than my current one. I may not like it, but if I wish to survive my imprisonment I will likely need my hatchlings protection. Being given to another human, one I know nothing about and could wish to harm me, could have disastrous consequences for my physical health.

"I can probably stitch your toy up." The larger humans says after a few moments, only adding to my confusion. What is a 'toy' and what does it mean by 'stitch'? Is the larger human referring to me? Am I the 'toy'? What is this 'toy' the large human speaks of? "Here, why don't you all come back inside? I just finished up a batch of cookies and was coming to invite you all in when I heard the commotion." The human wraps its paw around my chest and drops the hand carrying my body to its side. I stare in amazement at the movement and wonder how the human is able to hold my body aloft with a single hand. Am I really so light and easy to carry?

Around the clearing, a wave of agreement echoes through the crowd of hatchlings. Three of them run past the larger human and towards the human structure a few blocks away, leaving just my previous captor, the larger human, and the wheat-haired hatchling in the clearing. The larger human turns to look at my captor, motioning with its paw at the smaller human. "Why don't you head inside? I'll deal with Griffin and then we'll try to patch up your toy, alright?"

My captor sniffles, and looks up at the bigger human before glancing at me. "Do you really think Endy will be okay? The nice traveler man told me I had to make sure that nothing bad happened to it but now-" The little hatchling seems to be on the verge of leaking again. Don't leak hatchling, leaking is very bad for you and it creates more water in this world which certainly doesn't need it.

"Endy will be fine." The larger human assures my captor, motioning with its paw yet again. "A bit of string and you won't be able to tell the difference. Now why don't you head inside and get some cookies with you friends. As soon as I'm don't with Griffin I'll be right inside, alright?"

"Okay," My captor replies, glancing back at the large human one last time before running off towards the human building. The footsteps pause halfway there, the little hatchling likely stopping to look back before going inside the stone structure. No, don't leave me here! The wheat-hatchling tore a hole in me and the bigger one looks just like it!

There's a bit of a pause after my captor enters the structure and the wheat-haired human glances after the girl before looking back down at the gravel patch beneath its feet. The little human kicks at the gravel patch, scattering the particles of the block all over the yard. "I really didn't mean to," The wheat-hatchling mutters, almost too quiet for me to hear. "We were playing a game and I didn't realize I had cut the toy until it was too late." I'm really starting to wonder if I'm this 'toy'. My gut is saying yes.

The larger human lets out a long, drawn-out breath, starting to cross its arms before noticing me and letting them fall to its side once again. "I realize that you didn't mean to but this can't go unpunished. What if you had hurt someone? Your father and I have directly told you over and over again that those swords are not toys, and yet you directly disobey us and bring them out. Why? What if you had hurt someone- what if you had hurt Alex? Notch knows that family doesn't need anything else to worry about right now. What would have happened then?"

Notch. I've heard that word before. I know I've heard that name before but where? It was... wasn't it? Yes, it's one if the words the humans tend to yell right before I eat them. Notch this, Notch that, Notch help us... It's really rather common. It must be an exclamation of fear or something. Honestly, what is with all of these funny expression humans manage to come up with? Herobrine for excitement. Notch for fear. Next thing you know they'll have an expression for fear and happiness! Name it Jeb or something weird and perfectly human like that. Such a strange species humans are, delicious, but strange.

"We were being careful," The small hatchling whispers, shrinking away from the larger human's wrath. It appears that the larger human holds power over the wheat-haired one which is confusing considering that my captor seems so close to this one. Perhaps I was mistaken in my assumption that my captor is above the larger one? "I didn't think that anything would happen." The little human is sulking, confirming that it is beneath the larger one in power.

"Of course you didn't think, you never do." The larger humans lets out another drawn out breath. "As punishment I expect you to pick up every speck of wool and throw it away."

"But mom-" The little human cuts in, grasping at the larger human's arm in shock.

"No 'buts'. I expect our backyard to be spotless by this evening or you'll be going to bed without dessert, understood?" The larger human adds, waiting for the smaller human to reply.

The wheat-haired human kicks at the gravel again, its head once again lowered in defeat. "Fine..." Why is it kicking at the gravel? Is it the larger human's gravel? Is it trying to defy it by kicking it up and making a mess? Or perhaps the hatchling is simply avoiding the larger one's eye contact? Before all of this, when I still proudly reigned over the people of my realm (which I still do, mind you, I'm just taking a small break from that position while I figure a way out of my current problem) I forbid all but the closest of my enderman to look upon me. It's a bit of a species thing, we don't appreciate being looked at by beings we seem lesser than ourselves, and for me that practically applies to all.

Well not quite everyone is below me, and it's coded within the enderman to attack anything that looks at them. Most of them don't have a long enough thought process to consider if the creature that looks at them is beneath them or not; they simply attack anything that looks at them and has a pulse. Such creatures are hardly better than the other mobs. However there's another group of Ender, the eldest of the enderman, the ones whose existence predates even my own. They are far more clever than their kin, whose lives last a few years at max, and are rather wise in their own right. Unfortunately, their loyalties rarely lie with me, remaining distant from my power and usually choosing to serve the deity of the Overworld instead of their kin.

With one last nod to the little human, the larger one turns to leave, walking briskly toward the human structure with my body tucked securely in one of its arms. I watch in horror, wanting nothing more than to struggle out of the larger humans hold as it approaches the structure. The last time I was taken within a human structure I was left in there for an unspeakably long period of time, dragged between the dimly lit rooms for what felt like an eternity, and my only company being the tiny hatchling who has now left me to fend on my own. From what I've gathered, my captor doesn't want me seriously harmed, but my captor also doesn't appear to be anywhere in sight. Actually, the bigger human dismissed my captor earlier, meaning that this one may very well be more powerful than the first.

The human trudges into the structure at a frightful pace, haphazardly dropping my body upon a platform of wood before turning around. I awkwardly lie upon the table, left to ponder my fate at the mercy of the larger human. Perhaps it knows of my identity? Perhaps it seeks revenge against me, knowing full well that I am unable to fight back in my current position. The larger human returns immediately, a clump of spider string in one hand and something else in the other. I stare at the small metal piece in the human's hand, the odd contraption glimmering in the dull torch-light of the room. It's small, even thinner than the human's hand, but there's a definite point to it. The metal piece reminds me of how big the human's swords and arrows would be when they tried to fight me in my natural state. Such small weapons in comparison to my size, and yet they can cause so much pain when embedded in your side.

Slowly, the bigger human loops the wool through the metal piece and turns to lift me from the platform. I freeze as the human lifts the metal piece from the table and- and stabs it into my flank! The pain explodes up my body, little pinpricks racing up my spine and through the tips of my wings. I try to scream, to bite the human's stupid hand off, and to do something to make the pain stop. The human doesn't seem to mind, or even notice my pain, simply pulling the needle out again and stabbing it right back in a few particles from the last infliction point. It even has a string attached to the metal piece, leaving the string within the wound to further agitate me.

"It's really quite a cute toy," The human says, its voice bleeding through the pain to echo in the back of my ears and pound around in my scull. For Void's sake just leave me alone in my agony! "A bit unusual for sure, but still rather cute. I've seen a few mob plush toys, mostly the more friendly ones and the more docile night ones, but I've never seen a dragon before." Go burn in the depth of the Nether you miserable wrench of a human.

"The detail is so intricate. Heck, if I didn't know better I'd say I was looking at the real thing." That's because I am the real thing! Stupid human making stupid assumptions about my appearance. "Imagine that, me, sewing up a tiny Ender Dragon because it was attacked by mere children. Now wouldn't that be quite a story?" Oh if only you knew.

The human runs out of string, slowly wadding up the end of the resource and tying it in an odd way before removing the metal piece. I pause, noticing that the pain is diminishing to the point that I can hardly even feel it. Actually, I can't feel the gash from earlier either, as if it has healed by some weird twist in fate. Could it be that the human was repairing my wounded body and that wasn't just an elaborate torture process at the hands of my enemies? No, I don't believe that, the human clearly wanted vengeance for something, just like all the others.

"There we are, good as new. Luckily for you, I had a bunch of leftover wool and string on hand, and the gash wasn't too deep." The human pauses, lifting me from the wooden platform. "Alex will hardly be able to tell the difference." It's talking to me, why is it talking to me? Does it know that I can understand it of is it just messing with me? The human moves through the room, opening another wooden contraption so that it can enter the next space in the human structure.

Within the next stone room, I can just make out the group of hatchlings standing around another wooden platform and eating a strange food of sorts. My captor sits at the end of the platform, its green eyes tinged with red and still leaking slightly. Upon spotting the larger human, the hatchling darts around the table, practically grabbing me out of the older human's hands but stopping at the last moment. "Is Endy okay?" My captor asks with wide, water filled eyes. On second thought please don't give me back to that creature, it's probably going to start leaking again.

"Endy is just fine. Look, you can hardly even tell the difference," The human replies, baring its teeth at the little human. It hands me back to my captor, and my captor joyously crushes my plush body against its chest. I try to shift uncomfortably as the human nuzzles its face against the top of my head, but find myself immobile once again. Oh what I would give to be able to move again. "I'm really sorry about what Griffin did, and in all the commotion I never got over to see your mother," The larger human lets out another drawn out breath. "Here, I'll just send you home with another batch of cookies and you can tell your mother I'll be over tomorrow morning, alright?"

My captor slowly raises its head to nod at the bigger human, and returns to happily nuzzling my head. Is this a human thing? Do humans just nuzzle each other with their heads for no apparent reason? Briefly, a memory from my earlier years flashes though my mind, and I dimly remember the feeling of resting my head against the other dragon; it's a safe feeling, a happy memory, and one I can't quite place to my own disappoint. After a few moments I recall that the creature I am being held against is, in fact, not a dragon, and regain the urge to pull away and escape once again.

The older human returns after a few moments, carrying a little basket of supplies which it quickly hands off to my captor. My hatchling looks up from my head, slowly taking the supplies from the bigger human, and bares its teeth at the bigger one once again. "Thank you Mrs. Thompson, but I'd better be going. I live on the other side of town, and the sun will be setting soon. I'd best not make my mom worry about me, you know?"

"Of course my dear and feel free to stop by any time. You're certainly more than welcome here." The hatchlings all call out following the bigger human's statement, waving their paws in the air and making shrill noises as my captor turns to leave the structure. At the wooden contraption, my captor waves it's paw right back before leaving once again.

I relax a bit as soon as we're beyond the human structure. Call me paranoid, but being within or even near the human's creations has always made me a bit nervous. Their buildings are their domains, and in my current state I could easily be left within one for all of eternity. I'd never even see the sun again, or my precious enderman who I am tasked with looking over. Being left to rot in the structure of my enemies would be a fate far worse than death.

"Alex?" A voice calls out from the side of the structure, and my captor spins to the side to look at the source of the voice. "Ah- sorry, I was just finishing cleaning up- and I saw you- and I wanted to say I was sorry- but then you were inside and everything- but I heard you leaving- and umm..." The wheat-haired hatchling shifts awkwardly. "I just wanted to say I was sorry."

"It's okay, your mom fixed it. See," My captor holds me up to glare at the wheat-haired hatchling. "Good as new!" You cut me open. I don't like you. How dare you look at me, much less talk to my captor? I am going to glare at you until this conversation is over.

The wheat-haired hatchling nods, still looking somewhat strained under my captor and my eyes. I try to pretend that the human is recoiling from me, afraid of the might Ender Dragon who it injured (barely), and is now being left at my mercy. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure it's my captor's, not my stare, that wheat-hatchling is recoiling under. "You should bring it to school tomorrow," The little human blurts out. "To show-and-tell."

My captor pulls me back against its chest and stares down at my body. "You think so?" It seems to be pondering something. "I suppose I can, but don't you think the other kids will laugh at me for bringing a stuffed mob to school?"

"I'll personally beat up anybody who laughs at you," Wheat-haired hatchling says and bares its teeth. "Besides, dragons are super cool. Everybody knows that." Dragons are 'cool'? As in dragons are cold? Are humans under the impression that I do not breathe fire to incinerate those who trespass upon my realm and instead throw snow at them? How in the ever-knowing Void did they come up with that idea?

Giggling, my captor clutches me closer to its chest and wraps its arms around my chest. "Okay, I'll hold you to that. So I'll see you tomorrow?" Now wait a second human, I still need answers on the snow thing! How in the world did your species manage to warp the perception of my being to the level that I throw snow at humans instead of incinerating them? I need answers!

"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" Wheat-hatchling calls out, waving its paw as my captor trudges away though the landscape. The little human readjusts my hold so that my head rests on its shoulder and I resign myself to watching as the other hatchling disappears off into the distance. Well, I suppose I may never get answers to that question, but I wonder if my captor knows that that the other little human never stops watching us until we are well beyond the reach of the human structure from before. That's only sort of creepy, though I suppose that could be totally normal for humans.

My captor continues down the gravel path, passing various buildings and a couple other humans as we pass by. I'm happy to say that I'm high enough off the ground that even my tail has yet to snag on one of the shrubs upon the ground. The human structures start to fall in numbers, until we are surrounded by trees once again. By now the sun is an odd mix of red and yellow, like the sky itself is bleeding into the mountains in the distance. I stare back at it through the trees, finding myself enchanted by the odd coloring of it. I've never seen a "sunset" before, but I've heard about it from some of the enderman. Apparently those colors signal the rising or falling of the sun, and it's a warning to the humans to go inside.

I'm so distracted by the unusually colored sky that I fail to notice the movement in the trees for several minutes. My stomach drops at the sudden presence maybe a hundred or so blocks off in the distance, and my eyes try to locate the newcomer in vain. It's getting too dark to see, and I can't quite sense what it is with my reduced senses. With any luck it won't see us, but with my luck it probably will. I try to sense the presence once again, warily noting that whatever it is, it's following my captor. My hatchling, however, continues on, completely unaware of the threat lurking just behind us.

Author's Note: Hahaha- cliffhanger. I'm remembering how to be an evil authoress guys ;)! Anyways, thanks to everyone for your support on this story. I was really surprised by the amount of support I received on the first chapter. *Cookies for everyone who read, and extra cookies for everyone who followed/favorited/reviewed* Anyways, I'll probably be posting once a week, and mostly on weekends. Next chapter is titled "Show and Tell" and should be lots of fun. You know, if Alex and Endy live that long. Please feel free to PM me with any questions, ideas (If I like an idea I might make it happen), thoughts, theories or clarifications or leave a review if you're a guest and I'll try to clear that up as best I can. Thanks :D