Grian Oneshots

75 ~ New World

Grian stretched as he stood up. He yawned as he looked around the area. He frowned as he saw that he was still in this place.

Three weeks before, some members of Hermitcraft were kidnapped and sent to a new server. No one knew why, and many had freaked out because of the unexpected complete change.

Grian was more okay than the others, but it was Grian after all. Grian had always been okay with leaving everything behind and start a new life. It happened constantly throughout his life, mostly because he just got bored or felt he wanted a change of scenery.

Grian was the second up, with Xisuma being out scouting the area to the far west like he'd suggested last night. Iskall seemed to be close with all of his shifting of uncomfort.

Grian walked out of the small one roomed cabin they'd made the third day they were here, and to the fireplace just outside of it. The cabin wasn't thenest they could've made it, but they had to keep looking for a way out.

Grian grabbed the flint and sterl from next to the fireplace, before starting a fire and grabbing some wood to throw onto the mostly burnt flames. When someone gets up, he could leave them in charge of the fire and cooking breakfast. He both wanted to leave the responsible to someone more qualified, but also figure out if he could find anything in the spawn area that would explain why they were here.

After 20 minutes, both Iskall and Scar walked out of the cabin and towards Grian. Grian smiled as he waved to his newly awoken friends.

"I was kinda hoping we were back in Hermitcraft..." Scar mumbled as he sat down to Grian's left.

Grian smiled softly to him, but shifted his gaze to the fire. Scar was hit the worst by the sudden change. His friends, his cat, and his entire life had crumbled around him when he woke up. He liked change, as long as he knew and expected it to be there.

Grian wished he could feel what Scar was feeling, just so he could understand. But he couldn't. Grian's life had always changed around him, so he didn't like when things stayed the same. Thus resulting in his chaotic nature and the prank war.

"Hey Grian, why weren't you really effected?" Iskall asked, throwing some beef, from some innocent cows a few days prior, onto a grate and placing it over the fire pit.

Doc had seen the struggle of everyone doing everything but making their cooking easier, so he took it upon himself to create iron grates.

Grian shrugged to Iskall's question.

"You have to remember Iskall, Hermitcraft is probably the place I've been at the longest." Grian said, looking over at Iskall.

Grian's past was a lot more complicated than anyone knew, but they did know it was complicated at least.

Iskall frowned but nodded. He sat down next to Grian before gesturing Grian to leave. Grian nodded, and got up before walking away towards the spawn region.

It was the first time someone had gone back that way, mostly just because no one really wanted to be there, and the spawn region held bad memories.

Grian blinked back into focus as he looked at the area around him. They'd cut down most of the trees for resources, as well as laid down torches, in case someone died and had to respawning here in the night.

No one had died, not counting Scar who had walked behind a tree that had a creeper. And boom went Scar. Then again, Scar died the most back on Hernitcraft, so it's not that big of a suprise.

Grian looked at the place he spawned, hoping to figure everything out. He'd spawned maybe 20 feet away from everyone else, and no one knew why. Grian had some theories, but there was no way to prove them right now.