The Enderwalkers

Part 1

Our story begins about 300 years ago. An Enderman is travelling the Overworld in search of food. He looks around slightly, feeling like hes being followed. He quickly looks behind him, but finds that there is no one there. Suddenly, there is someone, or something, in front of him. "Who are you?!" he asks the strange figure, but there is no response. The strange figure simply stared at him for what seemed like ages. "Who are you?!" the Enderman asked again. This time, the strange figure responded. ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎅⍜⟟⋏☌ ⊑⟒⍀⟒? (What are you doing here?) said the figure. ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⏁⍀⊬⟟⋏☌ ⏁⍜ ⎎⟟⋏⎅ ⋔⟒ ⍙⏃⊬ ⏚⏃☊☍ ⊑⍜⋔⟒ (I was just trying to find me way back home) replied the Enderman. "You speak Ender," the figure remarked. "Yes, my kind created it," the Enderman remarked back. "You are wrong. The Enderwalkers created that language," the figure replied, sounding slightly upset. "The Enderwalkers? Who are they?" the Enderman asked. The figure walked forwards, out of the shade of the tree. "I...I am an Enderwalker, "the now visible figure said. He was tall, about 9 feet or so, with green eyes and strangely shaped green particles around him. He was white, fully white, and he wore a blue robe with a red sash on his waist. "What is your name, Sir?" said the supposed Enderwalker. "My name is Josiah, Sir," the Enderman replied. "Josiah. That is a beautiful name. Do you have a family?" the Enderwalker asked. Josiah replied, slightly taken aback, "Yes, I have a wife and 3 kids, a son and two daughters." "Alright. Bring them back here tomorrow night, we will have a talk with them." "Who is we?" "You will see," the Enderwalker told Josiah, and then, with a POP, he was gone. Josiah was left standing alone, confused on if what had just happened was real.....Or if it was all a dream.