Grian oneshots

Apologies [reunion 2]

Phil was walking through a dense forest. He had been walking for a couple of hours now but he knew he was almost there. He spotted a light in the distance and saw the forest clear up and lead to a large mountain. The climb took an hour, his age was starting to show. Once he got to the top he let the wind ruffle up his hair.

He was glad he hadn't brought his hat with him or else that would have gone woosh. But now he stood there at the very peak of a tall mountain, it was great to be above clouds. It was almost like flying, but it just wasn't the same. He looked at his back and sighed. Where there once were large black wings was only an empty back. His wings were exploded when he protected Wilbur from his own explosion. Brutal yes but at the moment it was his only priority to protect Wilbur.  Ironic considering he would be the one to end his life only a few minutes after.

Phil's mind wandered off to another memory. He was 9 and Grian was 6, "WOAH!! Phil! This is so cool!" little Grian exclaimed flapping his small wings, flying a few inches above the ground. Phil chuckled, he adored his little brother and would do anything to protect him. The memory changed to a not-so-good one. "You're just not ready for one yet!" Phil yelled. "How would you know that!? You don't care about me one bit!" Grian screamed back. "If I want to start my own server then I will!" With that Grian ran out slamming the door behind himself. Phil sighed as he sat down on a nearby chair. Phil was now tearing up, his negligence caused the death of his son and the fight with his brother. He fell to his knees and cried.

Grian wasn't doing any better and the hermits noticed. The builder hadn't been seen for a while, there hadn't been any prank, no build progress. Heck, he hadn't even restocked the Barge. So being worried for their friend made them check upon him. They found him in his bedroom sitting on his bed staring at a picture. "Grian?" Mumbo asked. The builder didn't realize the presence of his friends and was slightly frightened by their appearance. But then he calmed down and sighed. "Are you okay love?" Stress asked now sounding extremely worried for her friend. "Not really. I got into an argument with my older brother. It didn't end very well..." he mumbled. Grian had dropped his picture on the floor and Xisuma had picked it up to study.

You could see a maybe 6-year-old Grian and another boy maybe about 13. The two were on a big mountain Grian was making a silly face while the other boy presumably his brother was grinning. "Is this your brother?" Iskall said as they peaked over X's shoulder to look at the picture. Grian nodded, "We took that photo about 19 years ago, on top of our favorite spot. It was always me and him. Our parents had died when I was 4. Someone broke into our house, my parents and Phil were still outside while I was asleep. My dad had seen someone break into my room. He sprinted in to save me. When he got to my room he saw some winged creature with a mask holding me. He ran towards it with his sword at hand. But the creature had murdered him with some kind of obsidian sword. He didn't respawn, my mom came to see what had happened while Phil waited outside. She screamed when she saw my dad's blood-drenched clothes just lying on the ground. The creature had turned around to her and shot her with a bow and arrow. Phil was still outside, frightened he was hiding inside a barrel. He peaked out and he saw the creature dragging his crying 4-year-old brother through the snow against his will. It just so happened that inside the barrel was an old sword. Phil had grabbed it and surprised the creature by stabbing it straight through the heart.                                                                                                  Since then we were on our own. When I was about 19-20 I wanted to start my own server. Phil was against it and we started yelling at each other. It ended with me walking out the door slamming it behind me. That was one of the worst decisions I had ever made. The creature that had tried kidnapping me, turned out that was only one from hundred. They called themselves the watchers. Ended up destroying my server and murdering my friends."

The hermits didn't know what to say, so Scar asked, "Well what was the other fight you told us about?" Grian answered, "I wanted to see Phil again and his sons. I had visited them a few times before but they were on a different server. So I entered the server only to discover that Phil had murdered his own son who had gone crazy, ignored his youngest, and blew up a nation with his oldest son. The nation he blew up just so happened to be where the youngest had lived in. I went to ask him why he did it. We got in an argument and he blamed me for our parents' death." Doc scoffed, "That was rude." Grian didn't reply and instead looked out the window wondering what Phil was doing now.

Phil was currently staring out a window as well. He had thought about the argument a lot. He realized that Grian was right. He should have been there for Wilbur. He had to apologize and find some way to make up for it. But what- that's when he had a perfect idea. It was going to take some time but it was going to be worth it. After hundreds of hours of work, the project was completed. Now he only had to find a way to get Grian into joining the server. While he was trying to figure out how he could do that he got a message from none other than Grian. It said: 

We need to talk.

Phil responded with 

Meet me at *insert coordinates here*

That was easier than I thought Phil thought putting away his communicator. He waited for Grian to arrive. He waited for him a few minutes away from the surprise. When Grian landed next to him Phil stopped him from talking and instead said, "Let's talk somewhere else." He motioned for Grian to follow him, after a few minutes of awkward silence and walking they arrived. Grian gasped, "Phil-how did you-?" In front of Grian stood the very same mountain the two brothers used to be on so many times. Phil smiled, "I recreated it block by block. I just wanted to apologize and make up for what I did. I know it's my fault and I shouldn't have said any of that." "You apologize? I thought I needed to apologize?" Grian gave him a questioning look. "I guess we both should apologize. But that doesn't matter. Let's climb up the mountain as we used to when we were kids." "Climb why don't we fly- oh right. Oh, wait that gives me an idea!" Grian fished around in his pockets and let out a triumphant yell when he pulled out a white glowing liquid. "What's that?" Phil asked. "My friend Scar made this. It can give wings to anyone and anything. I didn't know what to use it on so I just kept it with me but now..." Without saying a word Grian poured the liquid onto Phil's back. Phil didn't interfere, he trusted his brother. They waited for a few seconds before a brighter light shone and they had to cover up their eyes. When they looked back they saw that Phil's wings had once again returned. 

Phil grinned and pointed to the top of the mountain, "Shall we?" Grian grinned back, "The last one there is a pesky bird!" he flew up in the air followed by a laughing Phil, "hey that's not fair! You started before me." The two men laughed as they flew up to the mountain just like they did so many years ago.