Endersoul Wrath

Hello, everyone! This is Endersoul Wrath, by me, Planterobloon! Tell me if its any good!

This is a saga about Steve, and his quest to defeat the Ender Dragon and, to a lesser extent, avenge his father. It is told in first person, Hunger Games style.

Chapter 1: The Beginning
I wake up. I'm disoriented. I know that I've been out in the wilderness for a while, but for some reason, I'm in a forest instead of the plains I was in last night. Also, I'm in a house. It's not large, but it can definitely accomodate me and the chests that are in there. I have a furnace and crafting table as well, but my mysterious benefactor hasn't supplied me with food. With a sigh, I go out and spend the day hunting with my stone sword. I'd use iron, but the plains were mined to the last nugget by the village that was there. I don't have a bow either; everything useful was stolen by the Endermen when they destroyed that village. My village. I was happy once, but things have changed so much... When I was only 7, my father killed the Ender Dragon, but he came back... different. He disappeared a few months later, but not before my mom was pregnant with Sven, my baby brother. But Sven isn't entirely human. He was born with a purplish tinge to his skin, and glowing green eyes. Because of that, he was cast out of our Enderman-hating village. He was only 10 at the time, and I was 17. Three years later, my mom died of old age. Finally, last year the Endermen came to my village. They destroyed it, and captured every human there. I managed to escape, but I was left with a burning hatred for Endermen. I'm thinking of this, and how I might never find the old village again, when I realize I'm wasting my life holding on to that village so closely anyway. So I go back home after a long day's hunting and go to bed. I try to sleep, but something's nagging me. Then it hits me. I'm being watched. I go outside into the cold air, putting on my leather armor to keep safe. I see what's watching me. An enderman.