It was a great day in the mines. Not only was his underground swimming pool well underway, but he had also managed to find himself three precious diamonds. They sparkled in the torchlight as Vialin ascended the long stone stairwell that leads from his mines to his home. He would probably make a sword of sharpest blade as a reward. What he would do with the other will depend on if he finds any more any time soon.

Vialin considered himself quite successful in this world. He had an amazing mine, mob free. He had himself a beautiful wooden home that he took care to not set on fire. He even had himself his own roller coaster outside, complete with an underground adventure-y part. He had an amazing view of the the sunrise and sunsets as well, thanks to his house orientation and placement of it on a mountain. Best of all, it was so well lit with a glowstone perimeter that no mobs would even dare to spawn.

He finally made it back to his lovely abode. After dumping all the extraneous material, all the cobblestone and gravel, he decided it would be best to sleep the rest of the night. Tomorrow he would start building a grand palace for himself, one that dwarfed the very landscape with its magnificences and grandeur.

Suddenly, a noise caught Vialin's attention. He turned around just in time to see somebody burst through his front door. He looked haggard and was bleeding badly. It was clear he was almost dead, but what was he doing in Vialin's house?

"Hey what are you-," Vialin said before he let out a surprised yelp as an arrow struck him in the chest. For a brief moment he saw something that filled him with absolute terror. Standing on the boarder of his home he saw another person, clad head to toe in red fiery armor, as if he was wearing pure hardened lava. The bow he held was poised for another shot and his eyes were the darkest pits of fury and despair Vialin had ever seen.

A shudder ran through Vialin as he as he took in all the terrifying detail. Menace seemed to emanate from this baleful attacker and Vialin had no intention of staying in his presence. After dodging another arrow, he slammed the door shut on the attacker. The intruder who came inside appeared to have passed out. Vialin would have to deal with him later.

Rushing upstairs to his weapons locker, he quickly grabbed a bow and a stack of arrows. A small sound could be heard downstairs that made him freeze in panic. Time seemed to freeze as the sound grew louder and louder. It was the one thing that Vialin feared over anything right now, the destroyer of homes, animals and entire biomes: fire.

His downstairs had become a hellish landscape covered in fire. The attacker wanted to kill him bad and he would use one of the most dangerous ways to do it. Flame leapt from plank to plank of his lovely home like a envious demon determined to remove any evidence of this place. Flaming arrows started to be fired through the holes in the walls by the demonic attacker, prompting Vialin to make a drastic move.

Scooping the passed out invader onto his back like the dead weight he had become, Vialin pulled a lever on the far wall. The redstone circuitry and pistons that he installed did their magic and pushed the bookshelves to the side to reveal a winding stairwell. Never did he think that he would be using this passage way to escape. However this spiral of rock would save him from the murderous rampage of fire.

Down, down, down the spiral he went, not stopping to for a moment for fear of pursuit by that horrid devil with the black eyes. The intruder was still out cold and Vialin was becoming increasingly annoyed at this stranger who brought disaster upon him. As he ran the hiss and crackle of the fire grew fainter as well as his hopes to save his home.

Finally at the bottom, he looked upon an imposing sight; a black frame taller than he was with a disturbing purple mist in the middle, a Nether portal. Eerie sounds could be heard coming from the portal, a strange mix of water running in a dark cave with the occasional sound of pure anguish. Looking on this thing always gave Vialin chills and the shutter running down his spine this time was no different.

After only a moments hesitation, Vialin closed his eyes and stepped through the portal. He felt his world shift and distort, spinning and shaking violently like it would fly off into a million different direction. Next came the scariest feeling: the falling. Plunged into absolute darkness Vialin felt himself fall into the infinite abyss of the tunnel between the Overworld and The Nether. The first time he walked through the obsidian gate he completely panicked, flailing his limbs fruitlessly in an attempt to stop the falling.

Vialin felt the falling sensation slow. As best he could tell, that's all it was, a sensation, a trick of the mind. However as the world slowly pieced itself back together familiar sounds and smells began assaulting his senses. The suffocating heat from all the lava falling from the sky, the sickening smell of netherrack constantly burning, and the screams of those wretched flying abomination that populate the bloody twilight skies like jealous old gods seeking to destroy all that is good. He hated coming to this tormented and twisted world, yet he was here because of this intruder on his back.

Before going further into the wretched landscape, Vialin made a decision that he hated to do, he would close the portal from this side. Setting the unconscious load on the ground rougher than he normally would, Vialin pulled out his trusty diamond pickaxe. With all his might, He began to chip away at the black frame. After several good hits, a chunk of obsidian popped off the frame and the odd mist within the portal was immediately dispelled with a quiet hiss. Now the crazy attacker would have to find another way to chase him.

As sweat rolled off his brow, Vialin lifted his burdensome guest over his shoulders once more. He had setup a small bunker here in The Nether to act as a base of operations for glowstone and netherrack mining. It was relatively close to the initial portal as he did not like to spend time extended amounts of time here. He would use the time to nurse the wound left by his charred home.