I might tweak suggestions so beware. Can anyone think of something cool sounding but not dark sounding?

 Nice writing!

Splashy says, "hwar". War? Oh dear, Splashy, I hope you aren't a prophet... 

 Nice writing!

Thanks for all the support guys! Definitely needed it. Hmm, I'm working on a scene about a griefer attack, have any of you experienced one of those? I need emotions. What was it like to feel attacked? Have you attacked? What is a commen strategy among griefers?

Ahhh, Minecraft. It's pretty cool that you're writing about this. I hope your next part will be out soon. As for griefer experiences, mine are pretty low key. Once on this survival surver, a person just kept killing me over and over again. Aaand that's it for me! ;) 

Ok. I'm rewriting a lot of things, so I'll just start form the beginning. Updates every Wednesday.

Fighter’s Story: A Tale of Minecraft, Teamwork, and Purpose

Hi, this is actually Spring Flower. This story is being rewritten but
feel free to read the original posts! Suggestions are welcome and I am
also looking for a beta reader! Thanks everyone! 

Prologue-

They didn’t know who she was. They didn’t know where she came from. She just was there now. They accepted that. But did they like it? Good question. Though she was kind and respectful, there were mixed feelings about this stranger. The village leader would find himself blushing when she asked him a question and was at a loss for words when he tried to speak to her. The blacksmith didn’t trust her, though he was usually a kind man. Most villagers would grumble around the table with their family. She didn’t do any work, but they labored all day in the fields, shops, at the lake, or in the forest. As this continued, more resentment grew toward the kind stranger, as peaceful as she seemed. The village leader grew anxious. They were a balanced village, but she had set them off center. Many said she must work for food. The village leader hated to demand the stranger to work, but he had to. If she would work, the village would be balanced again. So, he politely explained. She smiled and laughed and assured him that things would turn out fine, that she would work and the village could be at peace. He flushed a bit as she said this and couldn’t help but think of how nice she looked. But as a couple of days passed, he wasn’t sure she would keep that promise. She spent her hours roaming around the village edge, eyes always on the horizon. She always held two sticks, one in each hand. Any small movement would draw her attention, and any noise would cause her to suddenly stand erect, as if she had been electrocuted. It was like she was waiting for something. Then they came. The village cried out in fear as they raced into their homes, running from the stinking flesh and incoherent moans. There was little light that rainy day, except for a few streetlamps. And even they seemed gloomy and strange. As they gathered safely together in the watchtower they remembered that she was still outside. The town leader rushed to the door to pull the her inside. But there, at the door, he beheld an amazing sight. She was outside, drenched with a mix of sweat and rain. She held two sticks, one in each hand. She punched and kicked and swung at the decaying green creatures. And by the time the rain was stopping, she had defeated all but one. But the fatigue was too much. Every little scrape worked against her as she struggled to stay alive. She was losing health quickly, and with one unexpected blow from the creature, she was gone. Two sticks on the ground were the only remnants of her heroism. Two sticks and many glowing orbs. The village leader cried out in fury and pain, prepared to pummel the last destroying strange creature for what it had done. It only took one hit to destroy it. And then the rain stopped, the sun shone, the village emerged from hiding. “Fighter,” they said after hearing the story. They savored the word, which meant so many things. “She is Fighter”

Chapter One-

She did not know where she was. She did not remember her name. She did not know that somewhere, a village was grieving her disappearance. She only knew that it was hot and red. Flames spurted from the bloodstained blocks that made up the terrain around her. She sensed, that somewhere nearby, there was trouble. And her senses were correct. A noise harsh and chilling was made known the existence of a creature in the distance. The miserable undead black creature held a grey sword, one that she was not surprised to find pointed directly at her. The clanking of it's bones as it started toward her made her jump into action. She somehow found that she held in her hands two sticks. But although her hands were at ease using these familiar weapons, they were not the appropriate thing for this monster. It's instrument had more reliability than hers, being sharper and swifter, and she found herself wishing that she had a similar object to counter the strange ambassador of death. It was quickly advancing on her, and she could hear the swish of it's cold stone blade. It was not natural for her to run, yet she had no other available options if she wanted to live. Another noise echoed from the distance across the red landscape and fear increased her adrenaline. Where there others pursuing her? More horrifying bony creatures that could destroy you in one perfect swipe? But something pushed at her mind, connecting the sound to something more familiar! What was it? She heard a clattering cry of pain from the monster and quickly looked back to see a single arrow in its side. More arrows came, and soon the black body kneeled over and disappeared with a light 'pop', leaving behind many glowing orbs. A figure ran over and the orbs flowed into his being. She slowly walked toward him, somehow knowing he was not dangerous. He looked up, obviously surprised to see someone standing there. "Who are you?"

-

He studied the NPC girl before him. She had given no response to his question, only looked at him confusedly with her large green eyes and a furrowed brow, long red hair framing her face. When she finally said something in reply, he had to strain to hear it. “I don't know…” He frowned. Was this some sort of scheme? But she looked pained, like she was really trying to remember yet couldn't. In a weird way, it was slightly creepy. And it also reminded him of... of...

“You don't know?” She shook her head, her surroundings giving her a tired, ghastly appearance. “Do you know how you got here?” Again, a no. With a hint of irritation he said, “Do you remember anything at all?” There was a brief pause as the girl collected her thoughts, closing her eyes.

“I remember cool air. A blue sky above and a green carpet below.” The Overworld. So she wasn't originally from here. That was a pretty good start. Not that he was planning on helping her or anything.

“Ok, so what were you doing before you got here?" he asked. She was looking around, eying the flames with question and a confused expression. At his question she looked up.

“Where is here?” It wasn't exactly an answer to his question.

-

The Nether, he had said. The words had rolled around in her mouth, strange but familiar. “What's your name?” He asked gruffly.

"Name?" She said.

"You know, what do people call you?" She thought a moment. She looked around. This was such a different place from her past spawning point. Maybe she had come here to… explore?

“Explorer.” She said with uncertainty, shrugging. He shrugged.

“Ok. I'm WestNinga853” Explorer frowned slightly. This was different. His name was complicated, unusual compared to the simple names she'd heard before. Only… where had she heard those other names before? It was like they were embedded in her mind, without recollection of how they had gotten there. Names like Fisher, Miner, and Searcher. Titles of one's occupation and purpose. He saw her confused contemplation. “Is something wrong with my name?” He asked. He sounded a bit annoyed. Possibly bored. Maybe both. But how could he be? You always had to watch out for creatures that might harm you or your comrades, and he himself had been in the exhilarating battle of life against death only minutes ago. Finally, Explorer shook her head, no. It would be rude to tell all this to the one who had saved her from certain death, even if he didn't know he was doing so. “Well, I have some treasure hunting to do. So long” He started to turn away.

“Wait!” Explorer heard herself call out. WestNinja looked back. She hesitated. Did she really want to go with this strange person? But even before she finished the thought she knew the answer. She was lost in a new environment with barely any memory. She would need a guide. “Can I go with you? I really have no idea what I'm doing. And I could help you with...” What had he called it? “Treasure hunting!” Yes, that was it. “I could help you with treasure hunting!” He raised his eyebrows in scorn.

“You? Help me? Unlikely. And I work on my own.” She deflated like a balloon with a hole. There was an empty silence. WestNinja853 sighed. For the first time in a long time, his conscience was twitching.  “Fine. But if you get in my way… ” he left the rest of the threat unspoken.

“No problem,” she said, beaming.

----------Hey guys, I realize this is just a fixed up version of the old posts, but new stuff is coming soon! I promise! I have chapters up to 23 and counting! This is to the Minecraft lovers of the community! May new updates bring us new joy!

This installment is up a bit early!

Chapter Two-

Explorer and WestNinja853 traveled along the hot terrain, Explorer often asking questions and Westninja answering them in the same monotone voice. “A cloud with red eyes! What is- AH!”

“A ghast” he said, expertly punching the fireball back at the floating monster and obliterating it.

“The rocks burn continually but never are diminished! You don't think that's strange?”

“It's netherrack. The norm around here.”

“Why aren't those monsters attacking? They have swords.”

“They're zombie pigmen, they don't fight unless provoked, so be glad.”

“Oh.” A couple minutes later (she had refrained from asking plenty more since the last one earned her an annoyed glance) “What's that red building? Why isn't it burning from the lava? Is it netherrack too?”

“Red buil-” then staring in the direction she was pointing. “The Nether fortress!! I found it!”

Explorer cocked her head. “Nether fortress?”

“Yeah! And that means, treasure time!” Explorer was still staring blankly at him with her green eyes. He sighed. “The Nether fortress is a place full of winding corridors. It also contains treasure. If we're lucky, no one has looted it yet.” She opened her mouth to voice another question, but he was already sprinting across the bridge. “No more questions, let's go!” And she had no choice but to follow.

As they crossed the bridge leading to the intimidating Nether fortress, a wheezing mechanical sound echoed across the landscape. Explorer instantly drew out her two sticks, alert and ready. Apparently WestNinja853 found the source of the sound a threat too, for he reached into his inventory for his bow and notched an arrow. A golden flicker appeared to their left, and a monster made of smoke and metal rods emerged from behind the building. It instantly spotted them. Just like the ghast, it spewed fireballs. Fire, remembering the way WestNinja had sent the flaming object back at the other creature, hit the blazing projectile. It barely singed her hand, she reflected, as the blaze, an appropriate name she heard muttered under WestNinja’s breath, took it's last wheezing breath. Finally, after a few other encounters from the other creatures of the Nether and barely a nod of encouragement from WestNinja, they reached a staircase leading down. Explorer somehow assumed that she was already underground, but it was still unnerving to go deeper into this strange place. She reluctantly followed WestNinja853 into the winding corridors, one after another, until they came upon a treasure chest. “Yes!” Came the victorious cry from her companion. "Look at all this loot!" Explorer peered over his iron plated shoulder and into the chest. She saw swords, horse armor, a few diamonds, and some other things of value. WestNinja pulled most of the items into his inventory. He handed her the sword saying, "It's only a butter sword. I've got better." and then the chestplate. "Same material. Plus, you've got no protection without armor." She examined the items, marveling at the reflective yellow surfaces. Sliping the chestplate over her head, she put her sticks back into her inventory, and held the sword instead. It felt strange in her hand, and she was not sure what to think of it. WestNinja started moving ahead, calling over his shoulder to her: "C'mon, with luck there's more good stuff in this place." She took a moment more to contemplate her new sword, and then hurried to catch up. 

Hi,
this is actually Spring Flower. This story is being rewritten but feel
free to read the original posts! Suggestions are welcome and I am also
looking for a beta reader! Thanks everyone!