Dimensions

Beginnings

In a grassy plain surrounded by mountainous hills, an elven like being chopped away at a tree. behind them was a little hobbit hole used for living.
It was very obvious they did not have much at all.

Eventually, they stopped and leaned against the trunk of a birch tree, pulling out a worn old book that seemed to be very well-loved. Faded letters on the leather cover read 'Property of Asiza'. That must be their name.

Asiza, quite a strange young fellow, aren't they? Ah. I remember their species now, druids. Such peculiar things they are, don't you think?

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Trees. They're all unique in their own way, some are gnarly, some are thin, and some are twisted. But the trees in this world are different. They all looked similar, different types of wood but all similar in shape and size.

And yet, there were trees scattered across the world that were gigantic. These trees were strange, as they had this aura of magic that the other trees did not have. The trees were twisted and draped in vines. Encircled by bees and other nature, it is truly a sight to behold.

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A land accessible only by portal, formed in shades of red, illuminated in blazing oranges, fires fierce enough to burn all who dare step into its rumbling depths.

Not even the most brilliant minds of enlightenment can comprehend its existence. After all, not all live to tell the tale. Those that do might as well be dead. Danger lurks around every corner of this hellish dimension, anthropomorphic pigs wielding golden swords, skeletons as black as coal, hovering pale wraiths of endless tears guarding in the vast caverns. This is only the beginning.

There is more to this realm.
The Nether is alive.
It watches.
It bleeds.
It wishes to understand the little beings wandering within its depths.
Creatures that walk atop the pools of its blood. Beings that carve out its glittering gems, wrenching them from its blackened stone and flesh.

Evermore curious, it was, of the adventurers that come and go using portals powered by a mix of magic, its own and another's.
Why not take on a form akin to them?
Live as one of them.

And so, parts of the dimension have leaked into the overworld. Portals broken and surrounded by living rock and lava, chests full of golden armor and tools. Even deep underground, the nether dwells. But, the people are oblivious to this. Will they ever find out? Or will the overworld be corrupted by the fiery depths coming from the portals?

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Floating islands only the bravest and strongest set foot in. With its freezing depths and starry void of silence. Many rumors encircle this realm devoid of life. Crystals of eerie magic suspended atop great towers of darkness, encircling an ancient, indestructible gateway of stars. A strange creature as dark as the void around flies about these strange pillars, never straying too far from the unknowable artifacts.

Far away from this strange realm, islands hover in the void with only the eerie purple branching flora growing through the cold, pale stone. Littering these barren lands lay abandoned cities with only hostile skulls in strange boxes to guard them. Nothing lives here, not anymore.

The End wasn't always cold, like most others believe it to be. It was once warm and lively, when it's Queen was there. But now she is gone, along with a good part of the life in the ancient void.
The End became frozen, a wasteland, the icy temperatures killing almost all life that remained.
It used to be alive. Now only the hardy Chorus plant and the Endermen remain.

Why? Whatever happened to this place? What became of it's once Queen and guardian? Will it ever thrive again?
Perhaps these questions will never be answered.

Or perhaps, they will.

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Cowritten with FireladyofInk MistraltheSkelegirl