Ya'll get his in-game backstory in this chapter. Also, there's a good amount of swearing, just a heads up.

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/M/n's POV/

"What the heck is that?" I asked, blocking the sunlight from getting into my eyes as I looked up.

"Ah", Jack said, he had met up with us a little while ago, "That would be the pub that Phil and Wilbur are building. They call it 'The Pube'." I scrunched up my face and looked at him.

"The Pube?"

Jack cringed, "Yeah... Apparently, the 'E' is supposed to be silent."

I snorted, burying my face into my hands. "Those two, I swear. Actual children." Pushing my hair out of my face, I wandered over to where I had placed my chests.

Wilbur and Phil were working on the pub, Jack and Tommy were hanging around, Niki, Ranboo, and Tubbo had run off somewhere, and Schlatt and Charlie weren't online at the moment.

Wilbur Soot fell from a high place.

Well, Wilbur's back at spawn now.

Opening the chest, I grabbed my shovel and ax. I had seen an area with lots of sand on the way here. Now, which way was it?

Picking a direction, I started walking. My feet pressed down grass and other small plants as I walked over them. Ears twitching, catching every sound in my general area. My wings twitched, having them was still a strange experience. Normal Minecraft doesn't usually just give you wings.

Then again, on the Smp, it's not normal to have part of your backstory include you popping out of an egg. But we don't talk about that-

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Actually, I guess we do. I can't exactly hide my lore forever.

I'll try to explain it as simply as I can.

So, technically, when I was born in-game, I was born in the Overworld. I say 'technically' because I was in an egg that had been laid in the End.

You're probably wondering, 'Wouldn't the Ender Dragon, your mother, need to be dead for you to be in the Overworld? Didn't you know her?' Or something like that.

The simple answer to that is, she is dead.

My biological mother, at least. She was the dragon Bound to the exit of the End portal, so her death was required for it to open. One dragon is always Bound at all times, so when the dragon that is Bound dies, a new one is chosen after the old Bounds' body decomposes.

See, Ender dragons raise their spawn kind of differently than other mobs. Most female Ender dragons don't actually survive the process of egg-laying. Which of course, leaves the job of raising the egg to someone else.

Usually, another dragon, be it male or female, will fill the role of caretaker. They do the expected stuff, keeping the egg warm, blah, blah, blah. But they also interact with the egg, talk to it, sing to it.

That forms an emotional bond, which Ender dragons take very seriously. And the reason we do this, believe it or not, is that the baby inside the egg can hear what's going on. Baby Ender dragons stay in their eggs for a good amount of time before they break out, so they're fairly developed.

So during that time, the caretaker and the baby will bond.

Ender dragons usually have two main ways of passing away. Childbirth, as I said before, and being defeated by a player. Being defeated by a player will cause a dragon's body to dematerialize almost immediately into XP.

But death by childbirth is a far slower decomposition period. It could take days or even weeks for the body to disappear. During the decomposition period, the exit portal will stay shut. But when decomposition finishes, then the portal will open for an uncertain amount of time.

So the dragon I call my mother, is actually my caretaker. After my birth mother died, my caretaker was chosen as the next Bound. And I was taken through the portal by my father, as my mother and her people knew that I wouldn't be able to thrive in the End.

Speaking of which; my father.

My father was a half-breed. His mother was human, his father was a Phantom. You're probably thinking something about how it's weird that a human mated with a Phantom, but not really. See, my parents were special. There are very few of them, but my grandfather and birthmother could shape-shift.

Shape-shifting mobs are very, very few, but they do exist.

(They don't actually exist, this is just for the story.)

So, my grandfather mated with my grandmother and had my father. And my father mated with my birth mother and had me.

My father had been an adventurer and traveled to the End, but he fell in love with my mother. So he stayed until I was produced, and then left with my egg when I was born at the insistence of the tribe.

In their defense, they probably didn't know how to raise a dragon-phantom-human hybrid.

I know what I know about the End because of him. And, to be perfectly honest, I'm glad he brought me here. The End sounds like a miserable place.

My parents did gift me with some of their abilities though, so that's neat. I've been told that I also resemble my birth mother.

The attributes I got from my birth mother were: Her night-like skin, I'm stronger, my healing factor is faster than normal, and I'm really freaking tall.

My dad gave me: My white freckles and hair, my ability to go through solid objects, and I partially burn in the sunlight. I don't totally burn, but I get really freaking hot.

My father brought me to the Overworld, where I hatched. Then, from there on, he raised me, showing me everything I know. He taught me how to read, how to fight, everything...

"M/n, are you alright?" Tommy asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked wildly, oh crap, I had been zoning out for God who knows how long.

"I'm fine Tommy", I chirped and went back to collecting sand. "What's all that for?" Tommy mused, and I looked at my inventory. I think that's enough...

"I'm planning on making a kind of greenhouse by my house, so I just needed a lot of sand for glass," I said, throwing the collected sand into a furnace.

As I waited for the sand to cook, I watched as an angry Schlatt chased a screaming Wilbur around the lake with a hoe.

Tommy and I started making bets on if Schlatt would catch him or not.

Eventually, Wilbur disappeared into the ground, and Schlatt screeched angrily. "Hand it over, Tommy," I crooned, Tommy grumbled, slapping a diamond into my hand, "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Oh, shut up."

I snorted as I built the base of my house. Spruce, it's a nice color. Laying block after block, I reached the roof. Now, I have to lay out the rest of it. Wilburs head popped out of the ground, looking around. "Wilbur!" I called out, causing him to look up.

"Can you come up here and help me please?" I asked. Looking away from him, I could hear the sound of someone climbing up.

"What do you need?" Came Wilburs' soft voice, softer than usual anyway, and I handed him a stack of glass. "I need you to start over there," I said, pointing, "And meet me in the middle," My finger slid along the path I wanted, "Here."

He nodded and went over to his spot.

Placing the glass blocks, I could carefully shuffle backward, eventually bumping into Wilbur. We repeated the process until the entire roof was finished. Then we moved to the sides, and slowly, the greenhouse started to take shape. I placed the last block onto the side and turned to Wilbur.

"Thank you... for helping me with this," I said, and he nodded.

"Of course, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to harass Phil about the pub," Wilbur chirped disappearing into the ground.

I climbed back to the top of the greenhouse and placed down spruce planks. The rain started to fall from the sky, and I pulled my hood over my head, the rain making the roof slick under my feet. I crouched over the side of the roof and placed wooden planks above the doorway.

Almost done, just a few more.

I reached for another block and stretched to put the last one in place. Almost...

*Squeak*

Fuck.

My foot slid on the slick glass, causing me to lose balance, toppling backward. My hands grasped at empty air, nothing. Looking over my shoulder, I quickly estimated that I was at least fourteen blocks up. My wings were tangled in my cloak, so they weren't gonna help. I closed my eyes tightly and braced for impact.

This is gonna hurt.

And I was right. My back hit the doorframe of the greenhouse on the way down, and I could hear the sound of glass breaking. A sharp pain ran up my spine, causing me to hiss. The rest of my body hit the grass, and my health bar flashed in a warning.

Half a heart left.

Eat, eat, eat, eat, I thought as I munched on bread. Sighing in relief as my health bars slowly filled up. There was almost nothing more stressful than falling from a high place and living on very low health. Especially because of my chosen species, I now had four fewer hearts than usual

It was a lot easier to fall to your death.

Wilbur Soot fell from a high place.

Like that.

I sat up, rolling my shoulders, sighing as they popped. But when I attempted to stretch my wings, I felt a sharp pain. "Ow", I hissed, moving my cloak away to see what was wrong.

Oh... Well, that's not good.

Shards of glass had embedded themselves into the delicate material of my wings. Parts of it were ragged and ripped, the strings of chitin hanging loosely. "Shit," I whispered, did I have and healing potions? Checking my inventory, I sighed, nope.

Standing up carefully, I removed my cloak to avoid rubbing against my wings and causing even more damage. Sure, the material was light, but it still might mess with the rips. My feet pressed into the squishy grass, leaving footmarks behind me.

Now my wings laid limp against my back, bouncing with every step I took. The rain still pounded against me, soaking my hair and clothes. "Damn it," I said, unsticking my shirt from my skin. It was completely soaked through. I cringed, I liked baggy shirts to cover me, even in Minecraft.

But now my shirt was soaked and sticking to me, showing everything that I was.

You know what?

Fuck it.

I peeled off my shirt, carefully avoiding my wings as I did. Throwing my shirt and cloak into my inventory, I stretched and sighed. Clothes are restricting. But I kept my pants on, I have decency. Most of the time.

The rain patted my skin and I let out a breath of content.

"Now, who would have the ingredients for a health potion?" I whispered to myself. Probably... Jack. He was in the Nether the longest out of all of us. So he'll probably have blaze power and Nether wart.

Luckily, I was able to spot him relatively quickly. Jack was huddled under a small shelter, hiding from the rain.

Right, Blazeborn.

"Jack!" I called out, causing him to turn, "Do you have any blaze powder, a rod, and Nether wart?"

"Um, give me a second," Jack said, shuffling around in his inventory, "Oh, wait, I do actually." He said, pulling out the said objects and handing them to me. "What do you need them for?" He inquired, and I turned around, showing him my wings.

"I had a bit of an accident," I said, and Jack gave a low "yikes."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you for the stuff, though."

"No problem."

I wandered away, waving over my shoulder. Taking the blaze rod and cobblestone, I planted them into a crafting table. Pulling out the potion stand, I took a small glass bottle that had once held honey and filled it with water.

I put the water bottle and blaze powder into the potion stand and threw in the Nether wart. Awkward potion. Then I put in a glistering melon and waited.

When the potion finished, I chugged it down. Sighing in relief, I could practically feel my wings repair themselves.

"Heh, I think that's enough panic for today, chat.

U/n, out."