Forever Lost

Chapter 7 - Hidden

Grians POV

The voices were close, he could recognize them. The feather he held belonged to Sozora. He glanced down at the feather, then back up. He could see a large yellow wing in the distance through the trees.

Scar grabbed Grians hand and ran behind a willow trunk to keep them from getting caught. The talking stopped. Grian and Scar shared a look. Scars eyes were blank, if they were caught, they would be killed, it was the exiles rules and a simple explanation. Grian on the other hand, his eyes had a look of determination. This was the worst situation to be in with Grian, his sneaky mind would always have to do something either smart or stupid.

Before any of them could figure out a plan, Grian layed his hand on his bow. He looked down to the bow, than back up at Scar. A grin grew on his face. He took his bow out of its pocket on his back, peeked around the tree, and shot at a branch hanging over the two watch men.

The one next to Sozora looked at Grian and took out his sword. He had light yellow and green wings and his hair was ginger. He had a brown satchel on his side and was wearing no shoes, well none of the winged people did. Grian switched to a dagger he kept in a pocket under his sleeve. The two men slowly approached each other, but faces were hostile and dangerous.

Grian decided to make the first move, he threw his dagger and it glided forward. The yellow winged man tried to dodge it but it hit straight into the top of his shoulder. He stumbled and was unsteady but got a good level on Grian. His sword was raised and gashed a cut in Grians chest.

Grian opened his wings as if he was saying something to his opponent. The opponent opened his wings in a different way, they were more lowered.

They were communicating.
How?

The opponent winced and pulled Grians blood covered dagger out of his shoulder and tossed it on the ground. Then he headed back to Sozora, the fighting was over, both men made their point.

Sozora patted the man on his arm, avoiding the cut that would be healed at the healers hut back in the town.

"You've made a mistake G-Man, don't declare a war when your just a little short on Ally's." Sozora turned back and slowly disappeared back into the growth of the forest.

Grian was furious, he had obviously seen this man before, and they did not get along.
Scar went to make sure Grian didn't stumble or fall down as the gash on his chest bled.

"So, decided to start a war without thinking are we?" Scar started walking the both of them to the treehouse to aid his friend.

"Shut up." Grian was sassy, you couldn't blame him, he was in pain but it didn't make anything easier.

They got to the treehouse and Grian sat on the table in the main room.

"Lift your shirt." Scar was getting bandages from a shelf in Grians monster storage system

"Fine." Grian was still mad about the fight. He felt so weak.

It was hard to accept the fact that he was not welcome in his home anymore. He let all his anger out to show he was alright. He wasn't. Scar was bandaging Grians chest.

"Next time, think about what your doing ok?" Scars face was a little red while patching him up. He didn't understand what went through Grians mind during the fight.

"I just don't want them to think I'm weak." Grians head bobbed down. His fists clenched together and he was tearing up.

Scar understood where Grian was coming from. He never thought the best about himself either, always thinking he was the weakest in all of Hermitcraft.

After Scar gave Grian a moment to breathe, a short silence filled the room as they hugged each other. Grian loved the silence, he sat there everyday alone in the quiet forest. When he was with Scar, everything was so much better. The silence was broken when Scars curious mind returned to him.

"If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you tell them we were going to war?" Scar looked Grian in the eyes, trying to get his mind of the low self esteem in the air.

Grian sniffled and hugged him again while muffling a weak answer.

"Wing movements are used as a sign of communication in a language that the Gunadae (Gun-A-Day) use."

"Is that what your species is called?" Scar remembered that he had no clue what species Grian actually was.

Grian nodded and shut his eyes, still being warmed by Scars hands. There was a sharp numbing in his chest that was oddly enough to tire him out for the rest of the day. It was to early to go to sleep for the night, but not to early to start to get ready for bed. The two decided to lay in bed and tell stories about their homes and what their last was like. Scar and Grian were different, very different, but in a way they were oddly similar.

Grian slowly nodded to sleep, his eyes were heavy and his chest still ached.

"Scar?" Grian closed his eyes and yawned.

"Hm." Scar was half asleep.

"If this war goes wrong and someone hurts or threatens me, would you save me?" Grians hand found Scars hand and gripped it tightly.

"Of course I would." Scar slowly nodded to sleep after he set his lips on Grians forehead for just a moment to give him comfort. The thought of war filled their minds as they slowly drifted to sleep, still holding each other's hands.

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5273748.., POV

Scar looked down on his hands that were soaked in blood that did not belong to him. Swords clashing and screams filled the air but ringing was all that he could hear. Everything was muffled, including the loud scream behind him that sounded oddly familiar. He turned around, seeing Grian standing there with a sword impaled through his chest. The brown in Grians eyes slowly melted away. Everyone around him suddenly stopped in their trace and stared blankly at him. Grian collapsed to the ground in front of Sozora, who held the sword that was drenched in Grians shining blood. Scar couldn't breathe, he started to run towers the body of his suffering friend but before he could reach him, darkness filled around him. Swirling dark clouds stopped him from moving his feet. Sozoras laughter replaced the ringing in Scars ears, it nearly drove him mad. He fell to his knees, weeping for Grian. No, this couldn't be happening, he promised to keep him safe, he promised he would save him from any harm. A panic attack came up to Scar and tears poured down his face, his lungs were shut and he was forced to suffocate slowly and painfully as he grieved for his friend.

Everything was dark and painful, his body slowly went cold and numb as the sound of Grians screams filled the atmosphere.

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Scars POV

He launched himself forward, a tear rolled down his cheek and his breathing was rapid. He looked around the dark room. It was just a nightmare, a horrible nightmare, perhaps the worst nightmare he ever had. The alarm clock next to him told him that it was 2:00, the decision to sleep was not what Scar was planning on. He planned on staying awake for the rest of the night, another nightmare like that and he might just-

"Scar? Are you ok?" He could hear Grians voice from the side of him.

He glanced in his direction. Grian was sitting up next to him.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." Scar needed to process his dream.

He pulled Grian into a hug and started to tell him about his dream. Scar never thought he would be as upset as he was about loosing Grian.
He managed to fall asleep again, no nightmares this time, this time it was just him alone with his thoughts. He grew more worried of what a war might cause between their friendship. What could the two of them do against an entire town? How would Hermitcraft react if he had died?

All of the thoughts that were in his mind disappeared, leaving one thought left.

I miss Hermitcraft.