Grian Oneshots

70 ~ The Fall

TW: Parachutes; Falling;

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Hermit Craft was a well known school who taught anyone from 5th grade, to doctorates. They taught some of the best engineers, doctor, sports professionals, and pilots in the Ethidoran Empire. They students were split up into different groups, based off what they were learning and training to become.

Star Dusts were Engineers, architects, or technicians. Avian's were Pilots, communications, or flight mechanics. Eclipses were doctors, nurses, medical fields, CPS, etc. Meteors were anyone learing to be police, military, judges, or lawyers. Anyone else were classified as Comets or Planets.

Grian was an Avian, though most Avian's called him a Galaxy, because he was learning so many different things people sometimes forgot which classification he was. Though out this, he was mute, though he knew many different languages. He usually wore a mask, and had a small pin on his bag stating that he was mute. Grian was a elective mute, and chose to be mute after many traumatic experiences.

He usually wore a red sweater, with comfortable black leggings, tucked into black combat boots. A pair of flight goggles can usually be found on his head, though not wearing them over his eyes. His masks ranged from pure black with no design, to creative designs with many different colors. The ones he usually wore were a chicken beak mask, or a parrot one.

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Grian laid his head against the table as the teacher taught Japanese wrongly. He'd given up on trying to correct her. Then again, he was mute, so most language teachers didn't care for his input.

His next class was his flight course training. He loved flying, and today he would be doing a parachute drop. He was nervous, but was confident he could do it without serious injury.

After a torturingly long time, the bell rang. He was happy, and got up quickly to go to the flight bunker.

He arrived early, and set his bag down.

It was a black bag, with maybe 10-15 pins on it. He put it in his locker, before walking around the bunker looking at the old planes.

A Cessna 172 was closest to his locker, a Schweizer SGS 2-33 near it. Cirrus SR22 sat near the front of the hanger doors, a Piper Malibu Mirage near it.

While Grian should've known a lot more about the planes, he was much more interested in flight itself.

After all, being an Elytrian allowed for him to fly, but he had to hide that part of himself. The world had killed off most Elytrians before they hid in plain sight from normal humans. Though he knew he wasn't the only Elytrian at the school.

His best friend, Mumbo Oliver Jumbo, was an Elytrian just like him, and they'd grown up together. Mumbo was a Star Dust, and was amazing with mechanics and redstone.

Mumbo's wings faded from red, to orange, signifying he was a Foxtail Elytrian. Grian's changed in color, but were either white and gold, or like a parrot's wings, red to yellow to green to blue, signifying he was a Smithstone Elytrian.

Mumbo's wings were much larger than Grian's, as a Foxtail Elytrians wings were for harsher weather, rough winds, and longer flights. While Smithstone Elytrians were better at fast turns, tricky spots, and faster. Though being Elytrians made it so their wings could shrink up to about a fifth of their actual size. Both of them kept their wings either bound or just hidden from sight.

"You excited for the parachute drops?" His friend asked, causing Grian to look over.

It was Iskall, and Scar stood behind him attaching the parachute tightly. Scar had fallen a few times during when they learned how to do this, so his over-preparation was understandable. Iskall was a Star Dust and learning to be an engineer. Scar was in most Meteor classes, but learning to become a politician.