Sorry this chapter is so short. The next ones will be as long as I can make them.
If you like this story, please review. If you have something you think should happen, tell me please! I saw a Nether Fortress for the first time and was extremely inspired, but I really have no clue what is going to happen next. Thank you!
Her skin was deep red, with long stripes of flame yellow running along her body like gashes. One particularly wide stripe ran from the middle of her forehead down her nose to her chin. Her lips were contrasting this, as they were a red so dark they seemed to be black. Her eyes shone in her face like white-hot coals, so bright that they seemed to pierce the skin of anyone who came close. The expression in them was enough to make the fiercest, toughest adventurers back away into a lava pool or run crying for Mummy.
Her hair was short and spiked up from her head. The colours of it made it seem like her hair was on fire.
The clothes she wore were simple. Just a close-fitting dark red catsuit, the exact colour of her skin. It was extremely practical. A sheathed sword hung at her waist, along with a quiver-like thing that held tipped darts. Not arrows, though, because she didn't have time to always carry a bow as well.
All in all, she was an odd-looking personage, and terrifying enough to make the bravest of warriors back down and stay down.
But who was she?
The Soul of the Nether.