TerraFall

= TerraFall =
Please note: This is a crossover between Minecraft and Terraria. The following fiction is a result of interchanging concepts found in both games, and some will be left out for the story intending to be told. Game concepts, equipment, items, and phenomenon may also not be portrayed accurately for story reasons, be advised of these notions for your reading enjoyment. 
In a small world, deep in vestiges of a seeming infinite space, there lies a world. A world that is composed of blocks of all kinds. It's a world that those amongst the stars would look down and wouldn't see anything in particular. Grassy plains, high mountains, some animals. At most, the most exciting thing on that world is a small group of simple Villagers. Many would dismiss that world as nothing worth living in.
As such, there was a small special anomaly that one would find if they look long enough. Compared to the simple Villagers, this anomaly and its creations were more complex, a definite sign of high cognition and intelligence. Sometimes it would get its hands on a primite power source dubbed "redstone", and create small contraptions to make its life just a little easier. And it was an anomaly that knew the ins and outs of the world it lived on. It was the closest thing to a ruler of the world with its great potential.
It was known as the Builder.
And during its time, it mastered the world around it. A place that was unique to that world, one that would often be described like hell, the Nether, was a dimension tied that world in particular. It was hell, in every way that it could be described. Oceans of magma and lava, creates that spew fire, and forests of red and blue like no other. Fortresses and bastions imply that something used to live there, dwelled there. But whoever they were could be seen no more, and what they left behind were perfect for the Builder. With the knowledge of the Nether combined, the Builder had conquered one final world tethered to theirs.
Known as the end, it was a realm that housed the elusive creatures known as Endermen, ruled by a great Ender Dragon. With knowledge and amassed power from its time on the world, it had slayed the dragon, freed the Endermen, and taken the egg.
And once finding city built in the End, and taking its treasured wings for flight, the world was truly theirs.
What did the Builder do after doing all those things? Well, it was hard to say, they just lived their life like they always did, albeit now the Endermen seemed much more tolerant of them and they were raising the egg they had gotten from the dragon. 
What did happen though, was when another world had come to the Builder's. By complete accident no less.
It happened on one particular day where the Builder was focusing its faculties on creating a construct to automatically water its crops. However, something had happened. The Builder felt it more than actually seeing it. There was a deep silence that suddenly fell over their home like a smothering sheet. The cows did not moo, the pigs did not oink, the chickens did not cluck, and the sheep did not bleat. At first, the Builder did not pay attention. Creatures of the night and the undead do tend to cause such a disruption of ambience, so they ignored it. However, they couldn't ignore it any further when a sudden flash of turquoise light had caught their attention. They looked up, and in the night sky under a full moon, they see one of the stars had suddenly become green.
That had never happened before, so the Builder used their spyglass to look further up. Aiming at the star, the green faded and returned to its original color. The Builder would have paid no attention to it other than a mere strange coincidence...if it were not for the fact that an orange streak of light started to hurdle down from the sky.
That...had never happened before.
The Builder packed some things for survival. Extra food, netherite enchanted armor, and diamond enchanted tools. Then the Builder took themself upon a tamed steed, and rode off towards the orange streak of light in the night.
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The Builder took a few hours to finally find the crash site. After all, they only had the direction to where the light had streaked across the sky. The light had crashed to earth at some point, eventually creating a small orange bloom across the horizon, and soon it became morning. But eventually, the Builder did find the crash site, and it was something to behold.
From the size alone, the crash site must have been something to a large island with how much land had been destroyed. There was also evidence of people, mainly the sightings of houses before they either collapsed from the damage of the fall, or burned into ash. There are strange plants and creatures they've never seen before, all being consumed by the fire of the crash.
The one lone survivor sat on a log, looking onward at the destruction. 
The Builder slowly approached the figure, and the figure slowly stood and turned to the Builder. The figure wears a rabbit costume head of sorts, baby blue static eyes look to them. They wear some kind of robe of nebulic color, like the cosmos was woven into the attire. Though the robes itself is also covered by a black and red cape, cloaking everything else that the Builder couldn't see upfront. Some kind of gloved gauntlet glows with bright pink aura on the right hand of the figure, and the Builder can only assume that the glove is special.
Noises come from the figure, noises that the Builder doesn't understand. Then again, even the Builder has never learned the spoken language of the Villagers as well (though he has learned the written language). But for the most part, they can understand what the general intentions of the Villagers are by facial expression and body language, along with writing in book and signs if given the chance. For the figure, the face is obscured, and the body language entails some kind of frustration. The figure then pointed to the sky, and the Builder can only go by past events. This figure had something to do with the green light they had seen, and the orange light was also their home that had crashed here.
However, with being unable to understand what the figure is saying, even when crafting a sign to write on. What the figure wrote on the sign was completely illegible to the Builder, and only a sigh came from them. For the most part, it seems that this visitor was something of an accident, and was the cause of the green light in the night sky. That green light had caused their island to crash to their world, and thus leading to now. 
The only thing the Builder could do is just lead them back home with a motion to come hither. Though instead of hopping on top of the horse, the figure's nebulic robe suddenly waved itself like it were in the wind. And though the visitor still flew behind the Builder as they rode back home with their steed, the Builder could not help but think how the visitor had something like an Elytra.
Regardless, it seems that they will be named the Visitor from now until they would leave.