Thanks to ShadowScorch the Duelmaster for Hunter. He will be appearing more in the next couple chapters. Sorry this is so short, the next few chapters will be longer. Pinky promise :)
Nether was claustrophobic.
She'd never realised this before now, because even though the Nether was finite vertically, it was horizontally infinite, and Nether Fortresses had few small rooms without windows.
But this room was tiny. There was barely space to breathe. Plus, it was dark and she was pretty sure she could hear zombies outside, which always made her angry. Logically, zombies would have belonged to the Nether along with their stranger relatives the zombie pigmen, but they gave it up in favour of Overworld dwelling and closer food sources, even though the idiots died when they got out of their caves.
Nether slapped at the wall, but it must have been made of bedrock or obsidian or something, because it was practically impossible to even crack.
Finally she gave up punching it and sat down, her knees hunched right up under her chin and the point of her sheathed sword digging awkwardly into her knee. She felt in her dart bag to see if she had somehow managed to hide a pickaxe in there by mistake.
No such luck, but she did find some things she'd put in there years ago, taken from humans who'd attempted to invade the Nether.
There were a few Blaze rods and two little pots like those that contain beauty products, except one held magma cream and the other kept a puddle of milky ghast's tears. There were also two golden apples, several little lumps of Redstone and, of all things, a rabbit's foot. Right at the bottom were three Wither Skeleton skulls. They were part of a little project she'd been working on for a while before a bit of drama between Skeletons and Pigmen had diverted her attention.
She groaned. What was the use anyway? She might as well die where she lay. It's not like it'd be noticed- except by stupid Sun, who'd see it as some kind of victory. Idiot.
She was not sure where she was or how she'd got there, but she did know that she'd get out. Someway or another. Mad or sane. But she'd do it. She would. She would.
And at that moment the dark blocks were removed and her eyes were blinded. She blinked awkwardly in the Overworld light.
When the world came into focus, she realised she was right. A zombie in a ragged shirt and various types of dented armour.
"Who are you?" Nether asked, too confused to assume her high-and-mighty role just yet.
"Hunter, if you must know," the zombie growled. "And I'm here to tell you that the Master will see you now."