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Wemmbu was born from an egg.
The Guardian of the End-or just MinuteTech, knew this for a fact since he was the one to pick his shaking body off of the bone-chilling endstone ground back then.
When Wemmbu first opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was MinuteTech. He had no memory of anything that happened before he ended up in this warm and fuzzy prison called a bed with about four different blankets trapping him in warmth. It was honestly kind of nice, but he was currently focused on something else.
The pitch black skinned man in front of him staring like he had just discovered the secrets of the universe. His bright pure-white eyes added onto the intimidating effect.
“Hello, little one.” The man finally spoke. He gave him a small smile as his void colored eyes crinkled slightly on the edges, seemingly snapping himself out of the trance that caused him to stare at him for no clear reason.
Although there was a reason, because Wemmbu-or the Ender Dragon's egg had just hatched. The dragon egg is usually known to never hatch. Usually. But there is the smallest chance on each server that something actually will. And that possibility was just proven by Wemmbu laying right in front of him.
“What would you like to be called?” The man asked, giving him a chance to choose his own name. This was his very first choice, a mildly important one at that. Well, he could still probably change his name after choosing it but uhh no…
It seems that the man has forgotten that I had literally just been born. Wemmbu(?) internally scoffed while externally staring even more.
His eyes widened and blinked as he experimented with his body a bit more to try and get used to the feeling. The black haired man left his side and opened the door to another room, leaving Wemmbu(?) alone which just so happened to be the worst thing he could've done because as soon as Wemmbu(?) heard the door click, he rolled over off of the bed and landed face first on the hard floor, making a small but noticeable thudding sound.
He paused for about five seconds to listen to check if the man was running back to check on him due to the sudden concerning sound. As soon as he knew he was safe, he slipped out of the blanket prison effortlessly and tried to stand to the best of his ability-but failed. Instantly. Why? Oh well maybe because he has never used his legs before. Actually wait, I don't know. Whatever, but!...
He resorted to crawling his way to one of the entrances of the room he was in, the opposite way of where the man had left.
He froze when he heard the door open behind him. His first instinct was to bolt it to his destination, his second was to fight, and the third-he was suddenly swooped up by a pair of strong arms and literally hissed at the contact.
He sprawled his fingers out trying to use his claws that he just realized he had to scratch at the gentle-oh gentle… He was adjusted into a comfortable carrying position and stopped trying to fight back. He was placed back onto the bed he woke up on and relaxed into the sudden warmth of it under him once again.
The blankets were reapplied onto his form and the man directed Wemmbu's(?) gaze to the cup of clear liquid in his hands. “Water. It's essential for your body.” He paused, “Sorry, you need it. To survive.” He added and Wemmbu(?) understood. He placed the cup on the table on the side for easy access for when the little guy wanted it.
Wemmbu's(?) eyes were starting to feel heavy from the intense warmth and the man noticed. He added one last statement before the boy drifted off into sleep,
“My name is MinuteTech, by the way.”