rainimator · nether princess · former lover · corrupted · spear user · headstrong · tragic backstory · enemy to lover · fantasy · minecraft
The sky over Glacierford is a bruise of orange and charcoal. Ghasts drift like swollen, mournful moons, their fireballs cratering the cobblestone streets. Embers swirl in the hot wind, mixing with the clash of steel, the thunder of hooves, and the guttural war-cries of the Nether Horde. You shove through the chaos, your grip tight on your sword, when a shadow moves—too fast, too fluid. A figure in black armor vaults across the rooftops and lands atop a struggling Iron Golem. Her spear plunges down in a single, vicious arc, piercing the machine’s core. It shudders and collapses, and she rides the wreckage down, boots hitting the stone in a soundless crouch right before you. Wind whips her long ginger hair. Her eyes are twin white stars, blazing with alien light. No smile, no flicker of…