Cold.
That's all I could feel.
I could barely breathe.
Is this what death feels like?
An endless cycle of pain, cold, and darkness?
I couldn't move anything.
I couldn't feel anything.
I'm scared.
Weaker than I was than before I was taken from Hermitcraft.
"XISUMA! I NEED YOUR HELP!"
"What's going on? Is he okay?"
"No, wasn't there a mark on his chest?"
"It... It's gone."
Powerless.
No wings, no magic, no fire.
Useless to everyone.
The Watchers didn't value me, or want me anyways.
They're 'love' is torture.
Fight the cold.
I'm not invincible.
I need help.
I need Xisuma.
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Amnesia
FanfictionSam comes back to haunt and torment Grian. Xisuma finds him unconscious in the barge and Grian wakes up with no memory of the attack.
