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by Billy Miner

  After a while, I had enough. I walked over, snatched the arrow from his hand, and turned around.

  What happened then, was the beginning of my path to my goal in life: To find my own kind.

  POOOOF!

  I teleported next to the deer and stabbed the arrow in its butt. The deer screamed in pain and died instantly.

  I was shocked.

  How did I do this?

  I just teleported to the deer without thinking… or… well, at least I thought of going there, but I didn’t know what else I could have done to make it happen.

  “Edward!” Jordan and his dad shouted. “Where are you?”

  “I’m over here!” I shouted back.

  Within seconds, they arrived at the spot I was at and looked with big eyes at my hunting prey, lying on the ground.

  “Is it dead?” Jordan asked.

  “It sure is,” I said proudly.

  “How did you get over here so quickly?” Jordan’s dad asked me.

  “I have no idea,” I said. “It seems like I teleported, but I’ve never done that before, so I am still figuring out how it works.”

  “You are great, little Enderman,” Jordan’s father said as he hit me on the back and smiled. “We will have deer for dinner tomorrow. You are invited to come over and eat.”

  Entry 2: Caves and Mineshafts

  After discovering my teleporting ability, I was eager to practice and become better at it. Don’t get me wrong: Seeing in the dark is great, but teleporting was awesome! However, I didn’t have it under control very well. I failed to teleport most times that I really wanted to.

  I trained by power by focusing hard on a location I wanted to transport my body to. Sometimes it worked, but I got distracted too often. Soft sounds, gushes of winds, chirping crickets… everything got my mind sidetracked. I just couldn’t do it. It had to be luck, I thought.

  I will tell you of two instances that I was happy that it worked, besides from the hunting experience that is.

  The first time after the encounter with the deer, it worked when I wanted to teleport to a distant cave. The cave was impossible to reach from just walking up the rocky mountain. The steep stone walls prevented anyone without extreme climbing skills to get there. I was more curious than ever to find out what was up there. My desire was strong. The concentration was there. I closed my eyes and…

  Pooof!

  I stood on the edge of the rocks, far above the ground, in front of the dark cave. This was going to be fun!

  I took a deep breath and enjoyed the view from the high altitude. Not long after that, I turned around and walked into the cave. It was dark and spooky. I loved it. Being able to see in the dark, my brains analyzed every moving creature in there. I didn’t see much except for some bats. They didn’t do anything to me. They just hung there, comfortable in their obscure habitat. I kind of felt like them, enjoying the dark, remote place away from the world. I’m sure that if I had been an animal, I would have been a bat.

  I fumbled through the dark and turned on my sixth sense by looking ahead. Nobody was there. I liked being alone for a moment. But I soon came to realize that I wasn’t alone at all. After several minutes of silence, I heard an awful noise.

  “Gggggrrrrrr!”

  It sounded like a growl from a predator or something. Whatever it was, it sounded like it was going to eat me. I hid for a moment, hoping it would just pass me by, but it didn’t. The sound came closer and closer.

  “Gggggrrrr!”

  I heard it again. It wasn’t going to go away. I stood there, with my back against the wall and holding my breath. It was scary. I didn’t even know where the snarling noise was coming from, nor who or what was making it. Slowly and subtle, I turned my head around the corner of the wall I was standing against. I got startled. I was incredibly scared, because at that second, I was only a few inches away, looking into the eyes of a big bear who was bending over and looking angry. He showed his sharp canines, which had most likely cut through numerous pieces of meat from his preys.

  “Waaaaah!” I yelled, running for my life towards the entrance of the cave. The bear didn’t hesitate and followed me, anticipating to devour his midday snack. But I wasn’t going to be his meal. I was determined to extend my life beyond this cave.

  Snap!

  He bit in my direction and barely missed my leg as I was jumping from wall to wall, swiftly rabbit, using my athletic abilities and powers to see in the dark to find my way out.

  There it was… the entrance. A little longer and I would be saved from this monstrous creature. But he was approaching and I had nowhere to go except down. I looked into the abyss, looked back, looked down again, turned my head and saw my enemy approaching faster.

  This was it.

  I had to do this.

  I closed my eyes and jumped off the cliff. In the air, my heart pounded more rapidly, my senses sharpened. I thought I was going to die, but in a split of a second, I remember the skill I had developed to teleport. I just hadn’t fully developed it yet, but now would be a good time to use it, I thought. I concentrated as hard as I could and tried not to think about the solid floor I was going to land on if it wouldn’t work.

  “Please let me be home, let me be home,” I thought as I whispered the words to myself.

  Pooooof!

  What happened? Was I dead? No. I felt alive. I took a glance in my new location. I was home! It worked! Okay, no more caves for now, especially not the ones with big, hairy bears in them. What else would be a fun, dark hiding spot? I thought for a minute again and I got an idea: A mineshaft! Mineshafts were dark; they were often deserted and full of interesting rocks and things to explore.

  So out I went, on my way to find a mineshaft. It took me about an hour before I came across one, just outside of town, dead and deserted as I had predicted. From the signs it appeared as if there hadn’t been a single soul in it since ten years ago.

  “Perfect,” I thought as concentrated hard and tried to see if I could teleport inside.

  Entry 3: Water

  Poooof!

  I appeared in the mineshaft, just as I had hoped. This teleporting thing was becoming very handy. I walked deeper into the mine, passing a broken cart, used for transporting rocks and valuable gems in the old days. I noticed some glimmering objects with my night vision and I thought I saw a rat disappear into a hole in the stony wall.

  Stalactites and stalagmites decorated the dark view. It was beautiful to observe during my hike into the hollow depth of the mineshaft. I enjoyed the décor for about twenty minutes until I heard the sound of flowing water.

  For your information, Endermen literally HATE water! They can’t stand it; they don’t even want to touch it or come near it. I don’t know why, but the same was true for me. I already got the creeps by hearing the water run from a tranquil waterfall I discovered moments later in the cave. There was no threat, but the image of wetness gave me the shivers.

  So yes, there it was: A little waterfall flowing through the mine and leading into a stronger current that could drag any human or Enderman down into confusion and claustrophobia. No, thank you. I was going to leave this place immediately.

  Only seconds after I decided to do so, however, I tripped over a rock on the path to the exit. It hurt my toe, and with my knee I bumped into another rock, scraping the surface of my poor limbs. But that still was neglectable if only it hadn’t set more events in motion. The rock bumped into another rock, which was blocking the current and preventing it from spreading. Nonetheless, with the rock being removed, I watched in terror as the water began to spread throughout the mineshaft like a wild fire (but the opposite, because it was water, not fire… anyway…)

  I ran away in fear, hoping to reach the part where the mineshaft would lead me outside. For a few minutes I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

  “There!” I said.

  “Wait a minute. This exit is blocked. How did I get in here in the first place? Was it blocked before or did someone just
recently put this boulder in front of it?”

  Then I remembered.

  I never came into this mineshaft naturally in the first place.

  I was able to bypass the boulder by teleporting.

  This was terrible! How was I going to get out? Oh, okay, by teleporting of course. But what if it wouldn’t work this time?

  I looked behind me and dreaded the flowing water, which was now coming closer and closer. Great. First I was trying to run away from a bear… now it was water. If there was one way I didn’t want to die it would be by drowning. I’d rather be eaten by a bear.

  The water was really close now. I touched it.

  “Aaaarghh! It’s so wet!” I yelled in horror. “I hate this stuff!”

  There was nothing I could do though. I pushed against the boulder, but it wouldn’t budge. I tried to teleport to the other side, but it was to no avail. I was stuck, and the water level was rising by the minute. It wasn’t long before I had to hold my breath and dive under water to look for a way out. Some water was seeping through the cracks, but the cracks were way too small for me to go through.

  This was it.

  I was done for.

  Goodbye, cruel world!

  I didn’t think I would exit this world by drowning. At that moment I supposed there would be a special place in Ender Heaven for those how have drowned by water. I couldn’t hold my breath much longer, but I thought of giving it one more try. I focused, I squinted my eyes, then closed them, and I thought of any place… any place… outside that mineshaft.

  No. It didn’t work. Farewell now…

  Pooooof!

  Ha!

  Ha-ha! I was so happy! I was gone from that yucky wetness! I didn’t care that the mine had been clogged with water and was now overflowing into the nearby green hills. I was saved. No more water. But my luck ran out.

  Bombrombom!

  A tempest? A storm? Are you kidding me? Before I knew it, it was pouring rain; with a disappointed face, I ventured home and accepted the harsh reality I found myself in. This world was full of water, whether it was in the sky, in a mineshaft, or some disgusting river. Oh well… don’t even think I took a shower that night. Yuck!

  Entry 4: Quit Staring

  When people stared at me or provoked me, I made a loud, lengthy noise with my mouth open and attack. It’s just an instinct. I don’t like it when people stare at me. They can come close, but when they have this penetrating gaze in their eyes, it feels like they’re judging me.

  It happened in the school hallway not too long ago. There were a few dozen children walking around because the bell had rang and it was in between classes. We all had a few minutes to grab one or two items from our lockers and head to the next classroom, with a new teacher and a new subject.

  It was as one of the girls couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and in a bad way, not a lovey, romantic one. She looked at me like I was from a different planet or something. Maybe I am. I don’t know. But that was not the point. The main reason I don’t like it is because I don’t know what they are thinking, although you can see them having a hundred different thoughts.

  “What are you looking at?” I sneered at the girl across the hallway.

  I could just feel her glare from twenty feet away. It made me feel uncomfortable. She turned the other way and started whispering to her friends, who snickered and looked at me as soon as she said something while pointing in my direction.

  “What? You’ve never seen an Enderman before?” I asked.

  “Hey, take it easy, buddy. They’re just girls,” a voice behind me said.

  When I looked behind me, some popular guy was trying to tell me I was a hothead.

  “Besides,” he continued, “You are pretty hideous. You can’t deny that. Maybe you already knew that but didn’t want to face the truth.”

  I was boiling. Where did this arrogant kid find the guts to stand up to me like that? I never offended him, and yet he was here in front of me insulting me and laughing like the annoying girls in the corner. I couldn’t take it anymore. At moments like those, I just blow up (not literally) and let my instincts take over.

  I stormed at him and began head-butting him, throwing him against the lockers behind him. Two other boys jumped on me and joined the fight, protecting their friend as his little minions.

  I can’t really say whether or not I won the fight. In the end, I feel like they threw a few lucky punches but I had damaged them more than they had harmed me. However, I was the one appearing in the principal’s office swallowing an unnecessary lecture about conduct, school policies, and more completely boring topics.

  But then it happened. The person I met after school changed my life. It was a total turnaround from that point on. The tantrums would never reoccur and my character would be shaped and refined.

  On the other side of the school, under a large tree, I saw another Enderman.

  Entry 5: Training

  He waved at me, the Enderman, beckoning me to come near. I followed his silent request and moved towards the tree. He was a lot larger, more like an adult, a real man. He looked like me but more mature and bigger. He was just as black though, and it seemed right there and then that he was the only one who understood me.

  “The name is Andy,” he said. “What’s your name, young Enderman?”

  “It’s Edward.”

  “Well, Edward, that over there was an interesting display of uncontrolled rage and immature emotions. Would you please explain to me what happened?”

  “I didn’t mean any harm, but my gut feeling told me I was being judged,” I said.

  “So?” he asked.

  “Doesn’t that say something? They were laughing and staring at me! It was totally irritating!”

  “And how do you feel now?” Andy asked.

  “Still a little annoyed,” I said. “And perhaps a little stupid for not controlling my rage.”

  “Exactly,” Andy said. “And you will never feel good enough about yourself until you start doing that.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Controlling your emotions of course. Follow me. You have lots to learn. My home is not too far from here. I’ll guide you there if that’s okay.”

  “Sure,” I said.

  On the way to his house, he gave me lots of advice, but it didn’t feel like an unneeded lecture, like earlier. This guy understood me; he comprehended the challenges I was trying to face and the hardships I had to cope with, because he was the same. His sympathy for me was even larger because he had the same powers and abilities as I did.

  “We have a special gift, Edward,” he said. “Endermen have the ability to see in the dark and to teleport. You’ve already experienced that, I presume. But now the challenge is to control yourself and find inner peace. You have to reach deep inside of yourself and find your worth. If you know who you are and what you are capable of, you won’t be turned off by a little staring or a few judgmental kids who don’t know you.”

  “I understand,” I said. “Can you teach me how?”

  “That’s precisely what I planned to do, young Enderman,” he said with a smile.

  Entry 6: Teleport

  Andy’s yard looked beautiful. He had vagrant flowers in the corners, columns and statues adorning the middle, which was paved with grey tiles, and blossoming trees were everywhere, shedding their white and pink leaves as the wind blew against them. I noticed he took great care of it. It must have taken a lot of work.

  “We will start with the block training,” Andy said. “Just pick up the block over there and take it to the other side of the yard.”

  “Piece of cake,” I thought, walking to the block he pointed at. But as I tried to pick it up, I had to correct myself. It was way too heavy. I couldn’t do it. I tried and tried, making sure I wouldn’t give up too easily in front of this master Enderman. But no matter how many times I exerted myself, I just couldn’t lift the stupid block.

  “Impossible, isn’t it?” Andy said laughingly. “This stuff is
pure gold. It is heavier than anything else I know of. Nobody I know personally has ever been able to lift this.”

  “Then why are you making me try it?” I asked.

  “Because you are an Enderman. And as such, you need to understand that your ability to teleport distinguishes you from the rest. You can do things that others can’t. Your power doesn’t just let you teleport but also allows you to teleport blocks to a different realm. Here, I will demonstrate. Watch me trying to lift up this block like you did.”

  Andy lifted, started sweating, and made growling noises as if he was using all his strength. His face turned red and it looked intense, but his efforts failed miserably.

  “See? I cannot do it either. Now watch this,” he said.

  He placed his arms underneath the golden block and teleported to the other side of the yard within a fraction of a second. The block teleported with him and it seemed as if he had to put little effort into all of it.

  “Wow! How did you do that?” I asked.

  “The mind is stronger than the body. It doesn’t matter how big or little you are. What matters is what happens in here,” he said, pointing at his brains. “Come over here and try the same thing. Just transport it back to the spot where we started and you’ll see how easy it can be.”

  I ran towards him and got excited. This was going to be fun! It was amazing what Andy just did, and I was enthusiastic to learn the same skill. I put my arms underneath it, lifted, and thought of teleporting…

  Nothing happened.

  Bummer.