A Blessing and a Curse || A Hermitcraft/Watcher AU

Chapter Seven

It was childishly innocent, playful and energetic, yet powerful and deadly like the sourest poison. The purple flames were soft and warm, they were friendly, yet capable of complete destruction. Peaceful but possibly violent. Beautiful like a trap; a poisonous flower. More shades of purple than Xavon could've imagined ran through it, glowing with dark and light simultaneously. Its presence floated in his hand, sitting weightlessly around his palm.

It had been another two days, and Xavon had been a little more active. He'd been able to start stretching his wings as the movement became possible, he'd done a few things with his new found magic and he'd cleaned up the blood in the entrance; he was doing quite well. He ignored the big questions and worries that were looming over him from the near future, like how would he explain his wings? What would he do with his magic? What would he do when Xisuma hated him? For now, he was somewhat at peace living in the isolated world of his house with only his magic, his new wings and himself for company.

He stared at the magic. He wanted it to be stronger. The flames burned too weakly, and after testing his abilities, he found that he couldn't use it to lift anything heavier than about five kilograms. He needed to practice, but where? There wouldn't be enough space in his house or any of the empire buildings, and he would be seen outdoors. Could he fly really far out from the continent? But what about the wings? They couldn't carry him yet, and even if they could, the hermits would see them.

Maybe he could dig a massive hole underground? Would it be found? Probably not if he dug it close enough to bedrock. Xavon looked back at the magic. 'Yes, that'll work.' He stood up and grabbed his pickaxe, some water, one block of soul sand and a lot of kelp.

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"That building looks a bit like part of Downtown Evo." Taurtis said as he teleported into the alley. Grian was building part of a new shop, and Pearl was watching, making suggestions. He looked over to the one Taurtis was talking about.

"I see what you mean." He replied, placing some glass panes to finish a window.

"Any updates?" The Watcher asked.

"We're ninety-nine percent sure that it's Xavon." Pearl said.

"Yeah, I was with Xisuma the other day and we went into his office, and there was a book left out on the desk about Watchers. X said he hadn't left it there, and considering that he and Xavon are close, both physically base-wise and emotionally, I think it's very likely that Xavon went into his base to read it and accidentally left it there." Xelqua said.

"Obviously, we still can't be sure, but everything seems to be pointing to him at the moment." Pearl added. "And we have no other leads so..." She concluded.

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Xavon's eyes glided over the new cave-like arena. It had taken him half a day to get rid of all the stone and assorted variants, but it would be worth it. He'd attempted to use magic, but had only been able to clear a small area that way before the flame flickered out involuntarily. It was a decently big space with plenty of room, although not as tall as he might've liked because he didn't want it to intersect with mines. He'd scattered around some glowstone so that mobs wouldn't spawn, but shadows still crept in from the roof and corners. He liked it that way.

He emptied his things into a chest, before standing in the corner, deciding what to do. He opened out his wings, feeling as the slightly stiff muscles stretched. It felt good. He slowly brought them forwards and back, trying to mimic the movement he imagined would take place when he learned to fly. They wobbled, and as he tried to hold them up they were unsteady. They were weak. After a few minutes, he moved on and magic rushed to his hand like electricity travelling through a wire.