|Ender: A History Rewritten
Author: Impure-fang PM
Ender is forcibly thrown in to the past, from there; he adventures threw out history, changing the events for better, or for worse only you; may decide.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Words: 480 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Published: 08-08-11 - id: 7265453
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Disclaimer: I do not own ender Wiggin, OSC does.
The world tipped sideways, the boy falling … ever falling never knowing which way was up, which way was down. Seventeen year old Andrew Wiggin was going to have a very, very surprising adventure soon enough…
An explosion tore through the ship as yet again it was hit with on coming fire from an enemy battle ship. Ender straitened up on his feet, breathing in hard. "Battle school never prepared us for these… elite soldiers? All we learned was how to work as a team… controlling others…" he thought as yet again his feet popped out from under him.
The ship that he had been travelling on had been under attack for the last half hour, slowly being destroyed from a distance. It was rather surprising that under the circumstances the enemy had not boarded the ship yet. Perhaps they had gotten wind that the famous ender, the xenocide was aboard the ship? This could explain why they had attacked so vigorously, to wipe out the scourge that had…
A flash consumed the ship, Enders head flopping back on his neck; his body flipping and smashing in to a wall. He crumpled, seeing black. He could hear far away a sort of stadicky sound… "Who left the radio on?" he thought woozily as he tried to concentrate…
A figure filled his eyes as it lowered itself slowly to his face, he could not make it out, he just new… it wasn't human, but what was it? It picked him up like a new born child carrying him gently to the hole in the wall. He began to thrash to no avail; he was much too weak…
A small whimper tore itself from his lips as he envisioned his body floating …. Ever floating in the endless abyss known as space… blooding and blackening, never to be at rest… how would he make it to heaven?
Suddenly, he was afloat in zero gravity with the bestial figure. The swam threw the space like it was water, but the effects on ender were instant. He began to turn blue from the cold, his breath smashed from his body. But just as quickly he was in the enemy's ship. The creature moved with a grace belonging to lions, and threw him at… a wall?
Ender screamed in terror as his world again exploded in to darkness, sharp pains shooting threw out his body. He tried to open his eyes, to see anything… but it would not work, he could only see blackness. He thrashed for a little bit before passing out from exhaustion.
**Authors note: this is attempt two at writing this fanfic, please read and review, because I wish to make this the best I can for the reader. Thanks again for all the support from those who read my stuff: D **