Authors' Note[]
This is just a short story placed in Talos shortly after the events in the book, Minecraft: The End.
-Eternal8139
It Is Always Night In The End[]
It is always night in the End. There is no sunrise. There is no sunset. There are no clocks ticking away. But that does not mean there is no such thing as time. Or light. Ring after ring of pale yellow islands glow in the darkness, floating in the endless night. Violet trees and violet towers twist up out of the earth into the blank sky. Trees full of fruit, towers full of rooms. White crystal rods stand like candles at the corners of the towers and balconies, shining through the shadows. Sprawling, ancient, quiet cities full of these towers glitter all along the archipelago, purple and yellow like everything else in this place. Beside them float great ships with tall masts. Below them yawns a black and bottomless void. It is a beautiful place. And it is not empty.
Chapter 1[]
Earl yawned, leaning back on a chair in his end ship and crunching a chorus fruit. "Dude, just let us have some!" Leo sighed. "Hey, I want none. Nada." Callum says. Mark just sits there, "I'm ok."