|<Hermitcraft>| +Mini Stories

|~|Chapter 14: Normalish Day|~|

Grian was tired already, Xisuma has been investigating and interrogating the Listener.
The music box seems to be something the creatures feared more than anything, but the music wasn't loud or anything so Grian found himself asking why the music box was hurting their hearing or something.
. . .
He didn't know.
He had a few ideas of what it could be, but each time didn't feel like it was the correct answer.

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Xisuma paced the room, Iskall watched him,"Is it safe to keep it here, what if his kind comes to safe him.", "They won't. To them and The Watchers; Survival Of The Fittest.", Xisuma picked up Etho's music box,"But for the life of me, I can't figure out why this music box is doing damage to them!", Iskall shrugged, Etho had to leave for a bit and he wouldn't be happy if he came back back to see they had torn the box apart.
Iskall took the box from Xisuma,"Maybe it's not the box: Maybe the song has something to do with it.", Xisuma sat back, thinking,"Well, the song is called Grandfather's Clock.", Iskall and Xisuma looked up the lyrics of the song just so they didn't make a mistake.

'My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died.'

Xisuma read over the song,"This song is very depressing but has that creepy upbeat music.", "Yeah.", Xisuma read the repeating verse,"Each repeating verse talks about the clock stopping when the old man dies and it never runs again.", "And it mentions 90 years without slumbering.", Iskall and Xisuma didn't know what to make behind the meaning, could it be symbolic of something?
. . .
"What if the song is talking about a life source?", Iskall looked at Xisuma,"It talks about the clock being around for a long time and it only died when the old man died.", Xisuma held the box,"Maybe the song is connected to something of how they were created.", Iskall looked at the Listener,"You mean, the creator of these things had different life sources?", "Perhaps whoever created these creatures respond to things in different ways; this may relate to the Watchers.", Iskall nods, both of them approached the Listener again, Iskall was ready to pull the hood off and Xisuma was ready to open the box.

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He opened the book and turned the pages carefully in case he ripped them.
Finding the drawings of the moon and the research Pearl and Mumbo poured into it.
. . .
"This could work."
He twirled his knife, reading the instructions of how to achieve this power.
. . .
"This for getting me in a mental hospital. This time I'll be sure to kill Grian."
"We know. And we hope you do not fail us a second time."