Imagination is limitless

-The End-

Screeches and groans filled the empty void where the unspeakable monsters transcend once slain. Endermen stood two times their height in the dimension. They were all scattered like the grains of sand in the wind. Numerous nightmares crawled and limped through the inky blackness while the Enderdragon flew ahead silently stalking the occupants. His face scrunched in annoyance and irritation once he recalled the six that entered The Overworld. He wasn't happy, and so was another nightmare. Only he was out destroying some mountains or making oceans of lava right about now...

He shook his head prepping to take flight finding that he had landed while thinking. The six will hopefully not be a nuisance to their plans. Besides, they were simple horses, minus the colors. Only controlled by instinct and static to their nature. They are just animals.

His maw turning into a toothy scowl.

'He'll be back soon. I wonder how many mountains and trees he blown up this time.' He thought.

A blast threw the Dragon off his course. reeling from the sound he dived towards the ground, breaking the white stone beneath him. Peering into the gaping hole from one of his towers. Chunks of obsidian blown from the explosion crushed many nightmares among their decent. Numerous curses were heard along with a really aggravated demi-god stomping through the rubble.

Once the god was finally visible, The god slammed a blocky hand onto a nearby zombie, crushing it to pieces.

The dragon bellowing a cry at the god, his scales rattling from his body disintegrating the stone beneath him. Annoyed with the god he quickly ceased, calming down till his eyes came to iron daggers.

"Not now putrid Drake It seems as if your nightmares are dying more than we could respawn them. Remember the battalion of monsters I moved out a few days ago?"

The Dragon squinted his eyes nodding slowly.

''Yes, about them, they are now inside coma therapy after their battle with Steve. Apparently, he has been hiding a few tricks with his sword play. Most of them were cut in half, others were blown up with creepers. Poor tortured souls went insane. They made me know in great detail how he slaughtered them. I can only imagine the carnage that happened before they spawned..."

The Dragons eyes widened in surprise uttering a small whine from his maw.

"Yes, surprising alright. But don't be angry, a fellow... associate... of mine told me about them. They are what are called 'The Elements of Harmony'. And do you know what happened to my associate after they fought? He was turned into stone...! If they were to make a replica of their gems and use them against us, we'll be gone, for at least a millennium! Thankfully that Steve doesn't know that he can enchant gems too."

He flung his arm spilling out brown and white mist appearing in his hand a book with a peculiar purple six pointed star.

"As far as I can tell the purple is the most strongest one, magically standard though, I can not read this writing but the illustrated drawings do quite help. The blue one is fast, the orange one is again, strong, but this time in physical strength, the yellow one is the weakest, but is the most protected, the white one can also do magic, but not as strong as the purple one. the pink one is... mixed for a lack of the better term."

The Dragon, while listening, was interrupted by an Enderman, telling him about the whereabouts of the six and Steve. The dragon dismissed the Enderman and rattled his scales gaining the attention of the god.

"Oh really? Well that's going to be a problem. Especially that new mansion he has built inside. Torches are never our friend. Lets go on and plan ahead. Send a few creepers and zombies to spy on them. Their not as reliable as the others, but effective in all categories."

The Dragon nodded one last time deploying the nightmares with a swish of its wing, purple smoke danced across it before dissipating into nothingness.

"Now, we wait..."