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Alone in a high tower, surrounded by scrolls and books and all manner of sorcerous materials, sat a man. He was on the older side but not quite elderly, with streaks of grey in his black hair and a pair of spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. The man, known most commonly as The Director, though known by some as Leonard Church, sat before a hovering crystal, a rune inscribed cube floating within two fields of energy. A gift from The End, and the secret to controlling the Endermen. And, hopefully, the secret to bringing her back.
And yet, a voice hissed into his ear, silent and deafening all at once. And yet you cannot even manage to conquer a simple kingdom. The Director shook his head. He was alone in his tower, with not even his Endermen thralls beside him, and yet as he stared into the crystal he could feel another’s presence. See two violet eyes staring back at him.
“There have been setbacks,” he said. “The kingdom is more skilled than I originally thought, and they have a dragon among their numbers now.”
A whelp, the voice hissed, unwilling to listen to excuses. Nothing more than a hatchling still trying its wings. If you cannot defeat something so small, so insignificant, how could you ever be expected to rule in my name? How could you ever expect to alter the Crystal? The Director grit his teeth, glaring at the floating crystal before him.
“If you gave me a little more help,” he started. “You could send me a dragon to…”
You could not control a dragon, the voice snarled, its low hiss deepening into a furious growl. You can barely control the Endermen. A dragon would never be your thrall, you fool.
“I just need more time,” The Director argued. “I know I can do this, I know if you gave me more time I could…”
SILENCE! The voice said, suddenly much louder than it had ever been. I have given you nothing but time. This is your last chance, Director. If you ever want to rule in my name; if you ever want to see your precious Alison again, you will not fail me. You will attack the heart of the kingdom, the Castle, tomorrow with everything you have. You will bring the Crystal with you, and I will try to solve your dragon problem for you. But if I cannot, you have your monster, don’t you? Use it for once.
“The Meta is untested,” the man tried to argue, though he knew he was losing this fight. Everything he had he had because of his master. “I can’t be sure that I will be able to control it.”
You don’t need to control it, the voice assured him, dropping back into its whispering hiss, seemingly pacified. You only need it to attack your enemies. The Endermen are expendable, if it turns on some of them. All that matters now is that you take the castle. Do not fail me, Church. You won’t get another chance if you do. The voice faded away, as did the eyes, and The Director was left alone once more.