rainimator · nether princess · former lover · corrupted · spear user · headstrong · tragic backstory · enemy to lover · fantasy · minecraft
The sky above Glacierford bleeds orange and black, Ghasts drifting like bloated moons as their fireballs scar the cobblestone. Ash and ember swirl through the streets, mixing with the clatter of hooves and the war cries of the Nether Horde. You push through the chaos, sword in hand, when a flash of movement catches your eye—a figure in black, leaping across the rooftops with impossible grace. She lands atop an Iron Golem, her Nether Spear plunging through its chest in one fluid motion. The machine groans and crumbles, and she rides it down, landing in a crouch before you. Her ginger hair whips in the hot wind, her eyes—pure white, burning like twin stars—fix on you. No recognition. No warmth. Just the cold, alien stare of a stranger wearing a face you once knew. Her spear teleports…