Someday

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Small note: This story is not intended to scare you. Hope you enjoy!
=== Prologue ===
A lonely Man roamed through the halls of a lonely fortress. But no, It wasn't a man, it was a skeleton, withered and blackened, as if it was swallowed by darkness. In fact, He was limping, collapsing every once in a while, with an unbearably heavy and cracking sword, carved from a type of stone found in a heavenly dimension where he once stood like a true warrior. The fortress is built down to the molten abyss below brick by brick, and through the years of smothering, has become a deep red color. He can hear clashes of swords and whistling of arrows echoing through the hollow skull of his, as the Piglin was crusading again, overthrowing yet another horde of his own species. He had no interest in war anymore, but all he could do is to keep walking with a last strand of soul still supporting him from dying.
He treaded up the crimson stairs, being careful not to trample the nether warts sunken in the soul sand. Something blurry came into his view. An orange light. It was the blaze nest, overloading with an indistinguishable rage of magma. The skeleton couldn't see a single thing with the hollow eye-sockets, and kept treading on. His strand of soul told him to kept walking and walking, as that was all it could do. But then, a wave of heat came rushing over him. A blazing ball of pure fire, shot out of the mouth of the ghasts. It blew the fortress open, revealing terrain no wither skeleton can see. A second fireball flew at the skeleton, but this time, directly. The skeleton could take no more, and flew into the open space and into a swamp of mushy soul soil. Hideous creatures, the ghasts were.
However something was different. The skeleton sank deep into the soil, and then, he felt something. Something he couldn't describe, as he never felt anything for centuries. And then, slowly, a skeletal hand burst from the swamp. All the soul has been absorbed by the skeleton, as he rose up once again like he once did many years ago. He is different now.
He looked around at everything. Such a chaotic landscape, yet so pleasing to the eye. Teal and crimson trees sprouted across the landscape, accompanied by twisting vines and huge columns of basalt. Turning around, he saw cliffs and valleys of soul sand and soil, Towering above him. Different biomes blended into each other, and He was astonished. He started to feel real again, more lively, and more human. His body was still made of black bone, but he was finally free from the imprisonment. He picked up the sword of stone, submerged in lava ahead of him. The feeling of the rough handle was so familiar, yet so strange. But then, yet another wave of heat approached him. The ghasts had open fire again. The skeleton recovered his athletic instincts, so he started to run. He ran like crazy, over the cliffs and across the neon trees. His foot sank into the sand, but it couldn't stop him. A chunk of glowstone came into his view, and it apparently was it good barrier. Wasn't long before it's obliteration. Another volley of fireballs zoomed at the skeleton at blinding speeds. With no choice he dashed towards the lava and leaped as a last resort, disappearing into the depth below, hopefully to find cover.
When he woke up again, ashes flew into his eye-sockets, which was now gleaming white, filled with energy from the soul sand. He was in a cell made out of Blackstone bricks and a few lanterns loosely hanging on the roof. Pointing his skull at the ceiling, The sound of piglins bartering each other for gold can be heard. He got on his knees and looked around. In front of him was a massive and dark hallway, with a putrid scent of dead bodies. He tore a lantern from his ceiling and started to run forward. Soon, He saw light ahead.
Crawling out of his cell-pit and looking around, He saw that he was in a massive construct, built from tons of Blackstone. It was very sturdy, but yet there was a huge hole crashing down the middle. Piglins traveled from one place to another, Some even got lost, Looking around with panic in their eyes. Perhaps It wasn't built by the piglins in the first place. But then, a loud roar came into his ear.
A piglin wielding a golden axe charged at him. He swung the lantern at his face and knocked him down. More piglins started to notice. However something got his attention. A chunk of shiny gold blocks and a chest, sitting in the middle of the hole, guarded by a moat of lava.
The piglin was a greedy race, and Gold was all they cared about. And with that in his yet rather undeveloped mind, he swam towards the chunk carefully, not to disturb any more piglins. As he was about to approach the gold, barrages of arrows zoomed at him and missed him by half a block. He knew had had to act. Putting his skeletal hands on the gold block, He lifted it up, and chucked it over the lava. One by one, The piglins became distracted and headed for the gold, leaving the skeleton on it's own. He took the chest with him, along with a stream of chains. 
Looking down the ledge, He realized the bastion was built high off the ground. He tied the chest to his back with the chains but as the piglin fought, a rouge arrow flew at him, knocking him down the edge. He threw the other end of the chain and it hooked to a heavy brick of Blackstone. Then, he used it to slowly slide down the walls. The friction started to grind his hands, but he couldn't feel anything.
But It didn't take long for the rusty chain to detach from his arms.
Being a skeleton wasn't so easy. After being pummeled by a fireball and getting dropped from a 30-block height, The skeleton landed on a crimson tree, and his limbs all broke off. And there he laid helpless and lonely, watching the piglins fight for gold until gradually only a single piglin baby remain, surrounded by corpses of his kin. His chest was pretty lucky though, as it was able to slowly descend and rest on the ground.
But then, The chest he carried moved. It shook and rolled near the tree.
Soon, the chest opened, and out came a human. It was a girl, with wavy brown hair and leather clothes. The skeleton screeched at her with all his might, trying to get her attention. The little girl stood up, and saw the crippled skeleton. But she wasn't afraid. She climbed up the tree, and picked up one of the limbs.
"Is this your Arm?" She said with a smile on her face, a contrasting the huge fields of lava. The skeleton finally heard something logical in many years.
The skeleton screeched as hard as he could, trying to say yes. She pieced together the limbs, one by one, and soon the skeleton was up again. The skeleton brawled in the chest, and found a golden sword. He gave it to the little girl, perhaps as a thanking gift. Then, he walked away.
"Thanks, I guess." She said, following the skeleton.
The skeleton ran away. He didn't want a little girl to come with him. He screeched at her, trying to scare her away.
"You're not even scary, that was like, the lamest roar I've heard in like my 14 years of life or something." She replied. "Hey! Look at that!"
The girl was pointing at a ghast, about to fire. The skeleton panicked. He ran at the girl at full speed, trying to knock her over.
"Back off, check this out." Said the girl as she swung the golden sword, reflecting the fireball, sending it back to the ghast and knocking it over.
The skeleton was completely astonished, Staring blankly into the hill the ghast crashed into.
The skeleton walked away, but the girl followed.
The girl talked to him as he walked, and she kept talking and talking.
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In a blink of an eye it has been days since he picked up the girl, Who is sleeping on his shoulder. The world fell silent without her babbling all those questions.
The skeleton found a nice little cave, carved into the huge hills of netherrack, a pretty cozy space. He gradually felt tired, and then started to gather things. A few bushes as a pillow, and a block of glowstone as a light source. Then, he covered up the opening with a few blocks of wood from the twisted trees. Soon, he fell asleep as well.
The two was woken up by a loud blast. A hoglin has broken into their cave, and was charging at Toby. The girl rubbed her eyes, and ruthlessly stabbed the it in the back. She pulled the golden sword out, as the hoglin roared loudly and fell to the floor. Toby looked at the corpse in disgust as the girl started to cut off the meat and burn it over the lava. She was trained.
"Oh, It's been days and I haven't introduced myself yet. M'names Ava." she said, eating the cooked meat. "I've been down is this dimension 3 years ago. I couldn't remember why though."
"Can I give you a name as well?" she said. "Hmmm....How about Toby?"
"Hey, can you tell me, what do you do anything other than wonder? You've got to have a goal, Right?" She continued on.
The sentence woke up Toby's mind. He needed to gain his memories again. The memories he used to have before he was sucked dry of soul. He needed to go back to the overworld again. To find out who he is. With that thought in mind, his dry bones started to speak.
"I..I... find...Memory.."
"You want to find your memories?"
"Y...Y..e"
"Well since your once a human, we've got to find a portal. That way, we can go back to the overworld, where you once lived." She finally said after a few seconds of consideration.
"Sure then, we've got to move!" She said. "I love adventure!" Toby pondered for a while, and got on to his feet. He started to like Ava, since she's so lively after all. 
But then, Toby stood still. He pondered. And then, his jaw opened, and he started to speak. 
"Will-Will we really go back?" Toby said. 
Ava looked down with a worried face. she knew, that the chances of obtaining obsidian was lower than finding a chunk of netherite. The disturbing feeling of despair filled the air. 
Still, she looked back at Toby. "I know we can make it. Someday, we will." 
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