A Bunny and a Bird~ Hermitcraft and YHS crossover.

Chapter 15~ The Castle.

The large doors opened, revealing a large hall, decorated with gold furniture and dangling chandeliers. He followed Xyla. She turned, making her way through the multiple corridors and towards the bedrooms. When Grian was a child, he visited so often, that they had made Grian his own room beside Xanthe's so he had somewhere to stay.

"Well, Xelqua, if you need anything, feel free to call a guard or maid. I have made all staff aware of your presence so there shouldn't be another situation like the one down at the gates." Xyla smiled, opening the door for the shorter of the two.

"This is wonderful! But... Please feel free to call me Grian. I haven't even heard the name Xelqua in years." Grian finished, entering the room.

"Of course, Grian. I'll see you later!" She left, leaving Grian to look around the room. There were fairy lights strung up around the circular room and his desk lay untouched, many of his old belongings still scattered around.

He sat on his soft bed, feeling at home for the first time in a while. The bright blue sheets reminded him of Mumbo's eyes and how they shined no matter what. Grian wondered what Mumbo was doing at that moment. It was about 6:00pm in the overworld. He  could be cooking dinner for the other Hermits or sat down, reading a book. He could be watching Sam in prison or taking a nap. The possibilities were endless but Grian knew that Mumbo was safe now that Sam could no longer hurt him.

In the Void, time was slightly different. The Void was 4 hours behind, making it 2 in the afternoon.

Grian still felt exhausted. Creating the portal to get to the Void took a lot of energy and even making his way through the marketplace was tiring. He decided it would be best to take a nap- especially now that he knew he was safe. Sam couldn't reach him here.

He lay on his bed, feeling the soft sheets practically swallow him. It was actually very comfortable. He turned on his side, closing his eyes and trying to sleep.

After about an hour, he was still there, eyes open, unable to fall asleep. He gave up, sighing and sitting upright and looking around the room once more. He noticed a floorboard slightly loose. He got onto his hands and knees, inspecting the floor. After some contemplating, he started pulling at the floorboard, trying to pull the plank up. After about a minute, he had managed to shuffle it around a little but it hadn't been pulled off.

Grian wondered how he would pull it off, but then remembered the small knife he had stolen from Sam's pocket the previous night. He gripped the knife carefull. He felt sick knowing that a murderer had held this object and possibly killed someone with it.

He pushed away the thoughts and got to work, loosening the small plank and eventually using his hands to pull it up. There were two items there: a journal and another emotion sphere. The emotion sphere had gold smoke inside, but otherwise looked like very similar to his own. As he compared the two spheres, he noticed that the anxiety sphere looked a little smaller and the gold accents had a different design. Whereas the gold sphere was bigger and had a more elegant gold design and some silver patterns running alongside the golden ones. Overall, the golden sphere was very beautiful and intricate. Grian favoured the golden one because of this. He placed the two speed back onto the bed and looked at the journal. It was old, dusty, and had leather casing, tied together with a string. Grian remembered the small book vaguely but could not recall where from. He looked at the worn writing carved into the leather:

̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ

Grian had not seem Galactic writing for a long, long time but definitely recognised it and after a couple of minutes, had translated it easily. It read 'Xelqua'. Of course! Grian had been keeping a journal since he was 5 years old and documented all of his life in it until he left the Void. Fortunately, it seemed untouched, so no-one had read it. Grian flicked through a few pages, noticing that they were all in rushed or scrawly handwriting. He knew it would take a while to decode, so he placed the journal back to its original place and slid the floorboard back over the top, hiding it again.

He was about to look for more of his old belongings, when he heard a knock, seemingly coming from the door...