The Never-Ending Pain (DISCONTINUED)

The Story Goes Like This

Trigger warnings: mentions of cults, death, sacrifices, suicide, character death (also a bit of anarchy)

Overlooking the shopping district, everything looked fine - apart from the obvious fact that someone had
changed all the mycelium to grass - the shops were thriving, making many stacks of diamonds from small
but helpful things like fireworks.

However, if you looked a little closer, you might have been able to see a
small dot going around and changing some of the grass back to mycelium.

A rebellion was sparking.
Against the government.

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Ivory was climbing down her branch when she saw Grian walking out of his base, brandishing his wings before he took flight and landed on top of one of the nearby trees.

He was holding a bag which, from what Ivory could see, was carrying a whole ton of mycelium. Grian looked around slowly as if he were looking for someone until his eyes scanned over the area where Ivory was crouched on the tree.

Ivory tensed up as she locked eye contact but then remembered what Timeless had told her - he is not a
bad person, he will not hurt him.

Ivory decided to talk to him.

"Umm... hello." Ivory called out, catching the full attention of Grian.

"Hello." Grian said, waving his hand in a friendly manner.

Grian flew over to the top of Ivory's tree and crouched there, smiling kindly.

"Uh, I wanted to...uh, talk to you."

Grian could sense the slight fear in her voice so he kept a distance as he sat down on the branch.

"Yeah, sure."

Ivory also sat down, opposite to Grian and hugged her legs with his arms.

"Is it true? Have you had terrible past experiences?"

Grian knew this was coming and he had not told anyone except Mumbo and Xisuma about the Watchers.

This was different though. This was a scared, young person who had a bad time in the past. He needed someone to trust.

"Yeah, I was taken by a group of people called the Watchers. It was really cult-like. Every month they would
make us destroy an innocent server or sacrifice an innocent person. I couldn't escape.
I was so trapped.
Forced to do terrible things to people who didn't deserve it. From what I heard, my mum killed herself just
after I was taken, due to grief, and during the duration of my stay...they, uh... they made me permanently
kill... my, uh...my father."

I managed to escape after about three years of their mental torture. I escaped to this server here - Hermitcraft. Xisuma, our admin who runs this server (he's really kind) understood that it wasn't my fault for these doings and so he helped me settle in and protected me. I felt safe."

Ivory listened to the whole story in silence, studying Grian's face for genuine emotion, to make sure he
wasn't lying. From what she could tell, he wasn't. It was real.

"Jeez, that's harsh. I, um..." Ivory trailed off as she saw that Grian was crying into his red sweater.

Ivory felt sympathetic towards Grian now that she knew what he had to go through so she went up to him and
placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Grian accepted the kind gesture and smiled gently as Ivory
embraced him.

"A few years ago, when I was fifteen, I was captured and put in The Gladiator Pit. I met some people by the names of Sven and Chase. In the pit we had to fight the other prisoners to the death, or at least close enough to death to satisfy the crowd. To be able to leave you would have to acquire one hundred kills.