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To all who read this, head my warning: If you are still at peace with the Ender race, then be at peace no longer. I have heard the speakings of the ancient dragon, and he plans war upon humans. The initial attack will occur on the fourth of Silvik, their so-called Day of Reckoning. A team of 7 shall fight on their own territory, while an army while fight at home. May the five spirits of Loshk guide you.

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I am Tilje, an Ender Rebel. We are the 7, spoken about in the Diaries of Garn. Garn was an ancient adventurer, and disappeared one night, long ago. Men visiting the endermen when we discussed our peace treaty found his diary, and brought it home. The Endermen had offered us peace, if we did the same for them... We were fools. They had plans for us. On their cursed Day of Reckoning, they attacked us, slaughtered all those who fought, and those that couldn't work. They enslaved us, farming, killing, hunting. We were common animals to them. None dared reject their rule, unless they wanted to be burned in the fires of the Nether. The dragon was king, and the endermen were followers, and we? We were destined to die, either burnt as an offering to the dragon, thrown into a Dark Rift for the ghasts, or, worst of all, not killed at all, but insted doomed to fall forever, through the void of the End... We have been preparing to rebel. Alongside me was Kar, an archer. She can hit a falling feather from 500 blocks at bedrock on a foggy day. There was Misk, a spiritualist. He commanded the five spirits of Loshk, Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Life. I was a swordsman, as well as half dragon. The dragon had children of his own, and they learned to shift into a human form. One of them fell in love with a human, and married her as a human. They had children, and so did they. Soon, several generations were born. My father was part of the sixth generation, and my mother was a direct descendant of Garn. The seventh generation of these half human, half endermen began to take on charicteristics of their dragon descendants. I was the only one left, and my ancestry made me one of the most powerful humans on earth. I had wings, with which I could fly, and quickly. I had sharp talons, that allowed me to cut through stone, as a man would sand. And finaly, I had the mark of Sache, the god of the ender. With this mark, I could control very small amounts of the 5 spirits, as well as the spirit of Sache, Death. The other four members were also swordsmen, Kish, Nal, Jur, and Ralk.

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We had been preparing for our attack for months... Full diamond armor, with layer upon layer of protection enchantments, a diamond sword for every one, with fire aspect, sharpness, and unbreaking all in one, the Ebony-heart, an ancient bow Kar used, that summoned arrows from the End, and when used against the Endermen, had the ability to fire an arrow so hard that it could pierce obsidian, and then throw it back about 20 blocks, and a staff for Misk, engraved with symbols binding parts of the 5 spirits of Loshk, since he refused to use conventional weapons. We sneaked past the Ender guards, a small team of elite Endermen that were the Dragon's personal puppets. We had gotten into the stronghold unnoticed, as we had many times before to steal supplies. "The Ender Guards were never here before, Tilje. And there was that pressure plate last raid that didn't seem to do anything, remember? We may need to keep our guard up..." Kar whispered behind me. "This place... It seems to reek of death... Sache himself seems to have touched here..." Misk added in. He wrote "Kar'seh" into the ground, an ancient word for "Blessing" and said a silent prayer. An arrow whistled by my head, and I spun around, to see Kish loading another arrow, pointed straight at my head. Jur, and Ralk also had a bow drawn right at Kar and Misk's head. They turned as well, and Nal walked besides them, with a smirk. "The dragon doesn't appreciate your meddling with his people... So, we were sent to make sure you stopped, here and now..." he said, as the Ender Guard approached from behind. "Fire!". The snap of three bowstrings were heard. I bound myself to life, just as the arrow meant for me hit it's mark. Misk grabbed Kar, and whispered an invocation to take them somewhere, anywhere, outside of here. They turned to vapor and shot upwards, and just as my body turned to smoke, the other two arrows thudded uselessly into the wall. I felt myself rejoining, anywhere from two blocks to two million blocks away. I looked around, and felt a surge of despair as I looked at the land around me. I was in the Flaming Tundra, a snowy mountain range, filled with false snow drifts, with a pitfall into lava underneath. I groaned, shivered, and passed out once more.

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Misk awakened, and pain shot through his body. The invocation drained you of energy, especially if you don't do it often, and if you're the one speaking it. He looked toward Kar, and saw she was still unconscious. "Best to let her sleep" He whispered to nobody. Another surge of pain hit him, and he began to cough blood. This had been going on for some time, and he hadn't told anyone this. He was sick, possibly fatally, and he feared he would die soon. He reached for a pouch by his side, and drank a remedy he prepared, to cure him, for the time. Once he had drank enough, he was alarmed to see that the gourd was now empty, and if he wanted to survive any more than 4 days at the most, he needed to find the ingredients. He reflected upon his life. One thing he remembered, though, is his days as a killer. Before he cleansed himself of evil in the light of Loshk, he was the Stone-Heart, a mass murderer, never caught. His mother was killed by a man, and he vowed revenge, to hunt him down, and do to him, what he did his mother. He didn't know anything about this man, so he killed all: The men, the women, the guilty, and the innocent. By the time he turned to light, he had killed 100 men. He caught his illness on his a hundred and first kill. As he stabbed into a man, his blood fell onto a cut he got while fighting a guard, and tainted it with evil. He had become cursed, with an illness known as flamebreath, a disease that at first caused painful rashes on the legs, then caused your skin to turn a light blue color. It would then return to its original color, and you would start coughing blood, and in about 4 days, your lungs would set fire to all the air entering them, causing you to either die of the heat, or from the lack of air. Misk looked around. Dark, green, healthy grass, tall, fruit-bearing trees, and strange, low-growing shrubs. He knew this place, and it brought back an old memory. It was the Misk Jungle. He had taken this name, as he never knew his own, and this is where he vowed his revenge, and committed his first murder, as well, ironically, the place that he decided to turn to light. He went over to a tree, and hit it with his staff. The wood shattered at its touch. He picked up the resulting splinters, and put them together into the shape of a work table. He used his staff to bind it together, and then used it to create several tools. He began to dig out a home, and carried Kar inside, and set her on a cot. He sat down on his own, and rested. They would begin to move at dawn, and they would need energy.