Grian Oneshots

122 ~ Pheonix Flower

Grian felt his stomach drop as he looked at the field in front of him.

Of fucking course.

Ex had kidnapped Mumbo, requiring only Grian to talk to him in order for Mumbo to be released. And the purple and white flowers around made sure that none of the Hermits could get closer by foot. Hovering using an elytra was extremely difficult, so only an Avian could get close without the right equipment.

Grian felt himself glaring at the deadly flower. The flower was known as the Pheonix Flower, because it healed winged folks, while burning everyone else. It effected winged folk however, just a lot less. The pollen was deadly if breathed in, and could cause players to go against their better judgement and fight or kill their friends.

Grian knew this, because his family had created them. Generations ago, all winged folk were endangered because of hunters, and to protect the other winged folk his family made the flowers. Avians could hover above them, just not physically touch them. Elytrains could breath in the pollen for extended amounts of time, but their wings were sensitive to it, almost like an allergic reaction.

And because his family had almost no winged folk alive except them, they tested it on their family. Resulting in some of the grandchildren being extremely allergic to it, and then the side Grian was apart of. It was just a flower and had no effect.

Grian's wings shifted slightly uncomfortable at the situation, and he shook his head. He placed down an ender chest, before opening it. To keep his family legacy secret, mostly because that wasn't even the worst part, he grabbed the mechanical filter mask. His sister's invention.

Grian spread his wings before taking off the ground with one giant flap. His wings were powerful, but like all winged folks, they used the person's energy.

He hovered above the ground a bit once he reached the center. Mumbo was tied to a chair, with Ex standing nearby playing with a sword dangerously close to Mumbo's neck. Grian saw the area in the middle was void of any flowers, and landed softly. He made sure to put his wings behind his back, due to the blade. He'd rather not have a sword in his wing.

"Your just on time." Ex said, stepping behind the chair and holding the sword tighter against Mumbo.

"What do you want?" Grian snapped out.

His best friend was taken hostage, and this dirtbag had taken them to a place covered in flowers that was known to be deadly to players.

"Oh you know, a favor." Ex said. "You get Mumbo, while I get something of yours."

"What do I have that is of use to you?" Grin folded his arms and glared at Ex.

"Maybe the tnt, maybe diamonds." Ex toyed, "I just want something from you."

"I highly doubt that you don't know what you want from me. This place and the planning you've put into everything says otherwise." Grian said, rolling his eyes.

Grian stepped forward, but stepped back when blood began dropping from Mumbo's neck.

"Stay back. You wouldn't want your best friend to die, now would you?" Ex teased.

"What do you want." Grian said, anger practically seeping from every pore on his body.

"Just one simple thing..." The man said, trailing off while smirking to him.

Grian held onto his arms tightly as he waited for Ex to specify what it was. The area was quiet, and Ex held Mumbo'schin up using the sword. Something caught his eye, and panic filled him. Mumbo had no breathing apparatus, so he was breathing in the toxic pollen.