The Dungeons

Prologue

The journey was tough. We couldn't help but wonder how we made it so far. The nether was the hardest. One wrong step and the blaze would light you up. One wrong step could have been the end of our journey. One wrong step and we would never find out the truth of our home.

"Come on, we are almost there!" My companion screams.

"Something's wrong, I can feel it." I say.

"Just push the button, once we defeat her we will find out who is behind all of this."

"NO! Something is wrong. DO YOU NOT FEEL HIM!"

"What's wrong with him?" The other two whisper.

All of a sudden, the wind starts to pick up. The ender eyes the villagers gave them started to fly up off their belt. The ender eyes flew up into the sky and they were teleported to an unknown world. There were trees and rivers. It seems to have expanded out endlessly. Every dungeon master that kept them from going from biome to biome wasn't there to stop them. The biomes were just one step away.

"I think we may have found where we started." My other companion says.

we landed in what seemed to be a village in the desert biome bursting with wonder and awe. The buildings were creations beyond imagination lined with inspiration and beauty. There were machines all around everyone with a task in mind whether it be to automate farming or to bear the load of digging.

"Only a certain kind of people can build marvels such as these" he murmured

"I think we might be the "certain people" I mean think about it. We used our cunning wits to get down here. And we could build as you saw. We helped build the wall in the wooded forest. We used tools the villagers gave to us. And they speak another language that we had to learn as children. The blacksmith told me stories of that when we were born, we spoke a whole new language to them and that we understood what we were saying. Unlike what baby villagers do. They have to learn the language." I say.

"That just doesn't wrap around my head so well, so we have different parents than each other? Am I correct on that?"

"I don't think of each other as of this group, but from the people of the biomes."

Everyone almost immediately started arguing about their ideas, but almost just as soon, black smoke started to erupt and something was coming from it. Something big and flying. They almost thought this was the last Dungeon Master, but then it laughed. In their native language as well. It had white eyes without an iris or a pupil to go with it. It slowly comes out of the smoke, laughing a menacing laugh

"That,that was who I knew was coming." I said in a snarky tone.