Fallen season 1: When The Heart Breaks

When Swords Alight

Grian being Grian, he made the most of his day after doing his kingly duties. Every so often he'd be busy in Hermitcraft, at night he'd stay awake and figure out what he would do, and how he'd do it with the demon fight.

Though this night, he was training with the family sword. The sword glowed with his movements. While testing the aerodynamics of the weapon, Grian felt a surge of power going through him.

 A growl formed at the back of his throat. He could feel his pupils sharpening and a flame forming at the bottoms of his irises.

It was a blue flame, darker than the blue of his irises.

The blade itself, having its engravings glowing the same colour. The more Grian moved with the blade, the more the blade started to spark the faster he got.

It was only when the tip of the blade caught on fire that Mumbo walked in interrupting the angel's focus.

"Whoa, Grian! What is going on?"

Grian looked to him immediately and the blade extinguished itself.

"Mumbo, I thought you were spending the day in Hermitcraft?"

"I was, but I wanted to know what you've been doing. You've not been back to HC for three weeks. Even Xisuma is starting to worry."

"I'm fine."

"Grian, you're eyes are on fire."

"Huh? Oh." He blinked his eyes and his irises went back to the blue that was usual for his angel like attire, "It's new. Like it?"

"It scares me. But it's alright."

"Is something bothering you, Mumbo?"

"No, not particularly."

"Mumbo, don't lie to me. What's on your mind?" Grian asked putting down the sword, "You look like something is troubling you."

Mumbo sighed before speaking. Grian could easily tell something was wrong with the redstoner, even though he says there's nothing, "I.. I found the page that you bookmarked in that book."

Grian's eyes widened, "Oh.."

"Grian, why didn't you tell me that you could die from this?"

"I.. I didn't want to worry you. As well, I told you that angels speak in metaphors. I can die or I can survive but be incredibly wounded."

"Grian, we have a kid!"

"I know! I didn't want her to be worried about losing me, and I don't want you to be worried about me. Clarity can pick up when something is wrong. And if you knew that I can come out of this dead, I was afraid she'd pick it up and that'd be the only thing on her mind."

"And what if you do die, Grian? What'll happen then? We move on?"

"That's exactly what you should do! Because that's what's normal for us as humans. Mumbo, you need to remember that we aren't just angels. We're also human."

"Grian, it's not easy to move on from a death of someone you love."

"I know! I lost both my parents when I was at a really young age. My mother when I was ten, my father before I was born. Everyone I had ever loved left me. The guys in Hermitcraft never left. You never left. Everyone from Hermitcraft stayed with me. Trust me, I know it's hard to move from the death of someone you love. But while I'm here now is all we have. Fighting for a realm that barely appreciates us."

"Gri, I just.. Want to make sure that you're going to be okay."

"Mumby, every time we go out into the field, we risk our lives, we know that there's a chance we won't come back alive. But that's a chance we take..." Grian grabbed Mumbo's hand, "It's the chance we take as warriors."

"You're so much more than a destiny, than a mark, Grian."

"I know. But there are some events that you can't prevent. Some events you'd die from. But we can't prevent that. I do have a destiny to fulfill, but it's not my top priority. My top priority is to survive."

The room started shaking. And Grian let go of Mumbo's hand and looked around.

"No..." Grian breathed, "No, not now!"