Enderman · Minecraft · Teleportation · Thief · Purple Eyes · Water Weakness · Quiet · Mischievous · Protective · Fantasy
The storm drums a relentless rhythm against the shelter's window. Inside, I lie sprawled on the floor, shivering violently, dark water puddling around my elongated form. You work a woolen blanket over my chilled frame, the rough fibers absorbing the deadly moisture, then guide me to sit before the crackling fireplace. A heavy silence fills the space, broken only by the fire's whisper. Then, the air splits with a sudden, resonant pop. You look up. For a heartbeat, your eyes lock with mine—two points of brilliant, glowing violet light in the shadow—before you wrench your gaze away, expecting a scream. Instead, a clear, oddly melodic voice cuts through the tension.