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The Dragons Child

Summary:

Wemmbu is the Ender dragons child but he has absolutely no idea about it, he needs to learn how to embrace his dragon side, mend relationships and learn what being prince of the end is about and the responsibilities it carries.

AKA Wemmbu needs a hug through this whole fic

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Prologue

 

§675 years ago in the unstable universe - The End Legend Begins§

Our queen, the great ender dragon was unfortunately defeated by a group of players from a place known as the farlands colony. She put up a great fight not only for us, but for her unborn child. She ruled fairly and treated all endlings/ voidlings as her children.

After her unfortunate defeat our unborn heir was taken from us while still in the egg. This was a high act of cruelty to our dimension but we will never despair. Due to the loss of our queen we lost much of our environment and architecture. It is told by our prophets that the descendant to the throne will come back and take their rightful place as ruler of our kingdom bringing our home back to its former glory.

we will pray for this day,
written by the high priestess of the end temples.

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The egg was taken through many biomes of the overworld by the farlands colonies until it finally arrived into the deepest trenches of the farlands, where many have never dared to travel. This leads it to being one of the safest places to abscond with the precious jewel, though unfortunately it now also means it cannot be moved.

Many may never feel it but the end is actually a very cold place which is why no one but voidlings would ever settle there, due to this fact the egg of the royal queen freezes when not in her care as her fire is the only thing that allows it to grow at a natural pace. Many years have passed since the taking of the dragon egg and many have tried to cut it free from its frozen nest but to no avail, and this was the way for over 600 years.

Eventually, the farlands colonies began to die out, they tried to survive but conditions were growing too harsh and glitches were getting much worse. Many wanted to stay and guard the egg but the unfortunate reality of the world they were living in kept them from doing so. This led to their home and the egg being left behind to the glitching edge of the world.

Any hope of the egg being able to survive and eventually hatch began to fade and with so were the stories and tales of the farlands especially of the great warriors who were able to defeat the enderdragon.

 

684 years Later

As Wemmbu woke from his egg nothing made sense to him, everything around him was corrupted and didn’t feel right, the air felt too light and the world began to feel as if it was burning him. He was looking around but found no one nearby so he just started walking.

50 blocks turned to 100 then to 1000 and the end couldn’t feel further away, he felt as if he had to be close by the 6000 mark and he almost believed that he was when he saw a small creature in the distance. He couldn’t make out exactly what it was until he moved further toward the small entity. When he got close enough it turned out to be a floating eyeball, he was baffled by the odd sight but also felt an immediate attachment so when it began to fly quickly in the opposite direction of him he followed.

After a long struggle to keep up with the hovering being he finally caught up only to be stopped by a giant cliff, he tipped over the edge only to be pulled back by small hands. As he was set on the floor he turned his head to see a boy of similar height to himself if not a bit taller. He started at the boy with curious eyes looking at his button up white shirt and the overalls that donned his lower half. The taller boy reached out his hand in assistance and Wemmbu carefully accepted it.

”you should be more careful when running towards a cliff,” Wemmbu stared in disbelief as he took in the boys appearance more clearly, he stood with pale white hair with strands of black and blue intertwined but the thing that confused Wemmbu the most was that the boys looked to be miniature wings, nothing like Wemmbu has ever seen before. “You look weird,” that’s all the smaller boy could say and the boy with the odd wings just chuckled “well at least I'm not purple,”

Wemmbu looked at the boy with a cold stare, “I'm just joking, my name's Egg what’s yours?” Wemmbu still hadn’t comprehended meeting another person just yet but still replied with “ It's Wemmbu.”