Grian Oneshots

99 ~ Flame Elemental

"My own mother thought I was a monster." Grian said, staring outside and into the lava.

Scar tried to comfort him. He reached his hand to Grians's shoulder.

"I mean she was right." Grian rolled his eyes. "But it still hurt."

"You think your a monster?" Scar said, stepping backward.

"Well, I can't make flames. Only manipulate them." Grian said, rising an eyebrow. "Honestly being a monster is a compliment. At least it's not what the kids I had to train with called me."

"Wait-" Xisuma said, standing up. "Your a flame elementalist!"

"I wouldn't go that far, like I said. I can only manipulate flames." Grian leaned against the railing.

He moved two fingers in a swaying motion. Flames from the torches dislodged the main flames and floated to Grian's hand. He put his right palm upward and moved his fingers slightly, causing the flames to dance.

"Yeah, but you can teach us how to manipulate flames as well! We can protect ourselves."

Grian's face showed concern but he looked to the flame and seemed to think it through. Silence engulfed the area, with the only sounds being the crackle of the flames.

"Grian?" Scar asked, stepping towards the fire elementalist.

Grian snuffed out the flames and looked to his friends.

"I don't know if I'll be the best teacher... But I'll try." Grian said, smiling to his friends.

...

"Oh my god." Grian said, rubbing his temples.

Half of the Hermits were covered in soot and the other half were smoking. Grian waved his right hand, and the flames flew to his palm.

"Did anyone remember to use the basics of flame manipulation I taught you?" Grian asked, glaring at everyone.

"Uh... Flames feed off hate?" Scar said, shrugging.

Grian looked completely shocked, and dumbfounded. Mumbo chuckled and rested his right hand on Grian's shoulder.

"I'll be teaching you guys while Grian takes a break so he doesn't end up using the flames to kill you all." Mumbo half joked.

Though only Grian and Iskall could tell. It caused Grian to glare at the mustached man, and Iskall to look at them concerned, and afraid. Grian sighed and snuffed out the flame in his palm. He walked away and into the building.

After a bit, he ended up on a balcony on the other side of the compound. Grian hopped onto the railing, sitting on it quickly. He sat there calming down and looked to the sky.

After about ten minutes, Grian hopped to the balcony floor to start training. Grian started with the breathing exercises.

"All flames need a fuel source. As flame elementalists, we give the fallen two different sources. The air we breath, and the emotions that drive us. Strong emotions, such as: anger; sadness; passion; protectiveness; fear; and determination; are usually what are used to create flames. You need to keep a leveled head if you ever want to become strong enough to use your flames. I know you'll be the best flame elementalist in this kingdom. Even if it takes years. If you struggle to get what you want, your much stronger than those born with it."

Grian closed his eyes and pulled his swords from the sheath. He quickly began to train with the twin blades, all with his eyes closed. He used his blades to make up with what he lost by not being able to create flames.

He ended up in a stance, his left leg stretched outward, his right bent so he was close to the ground, and panting from exhaustion. He stabbed the twin blades into the ground, before opening his eyes and standing up, and wiping sweat off his face.

He stretched his arms, before rolling his shoulders. He sighed as he looked at the blades. He held onto them, even though they were fragments from his past. Momentos, if you'd like.

Slow clapping from the doorway, caused Grian to throw blades at the doorway. Luckily most of them missed. One however was caught by the man in the doorway.

"Seriously Grian?" Mumbo asked, swinging the blade around. "You need to be aware and precise. I stood here for about 10 minutes as you trained."

"Its been a long time since I've been in a life or death situation like this." Grian said, smiling softly to Mumbo.

"Yeah I know." Mumbo said, looking to the sunset.

"Everytime I try to help train them, all I hear is Xanu... Especially what he did those two days..." Grian admitted, walking to the railing.

"That's understandable." Mumbo said throwing the knife into the wall near him, and then walking to the railing as well. "But they aren't anything like him. None of them are."

"...I know... But Xanu wanted me to train him to help with his classes..." Grian's fingers curled tightly.

"Xanu, lied to you. Xanu used your help wrongly and lied to you. They aren't and they would never lie to you."

Grian looked to Mumbo and smiled softly.

"You know theres a lot of hell to pay for what we did back then, right?" Grian asked, laughing.

He looked back to the sunset, and Mumbo chuckled at the shorter.

"That's why we're going back and stopping this war." Mumbo said. "That's atleast one of the reasons I came on this mission."

Grian closed his eyes.

"I'm going back to help them deal with those who tricked us. They would never have a chance without a fire elementalist. Especially against Xavi." Grian admitted.

"That's for certain." Mumbo chuckled. "Of the many people they've faced, Xavi and Xanu would wipe the floor with their heads before they even knew they were there."

Grian nodded.