Chapter 1 - Escape

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Chapter 1 - Escape

TWs: Injuries and Talk of Exile

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I gazed at my journal, staring at the blank page with my pen in my hand. I needed to write something, to add to the years worth of exile diaries. I shut the book and shoved it into my backpack. I couldn't be asked to write anything in there, especially since this lot were being so loud. I dragged my feet along the wooden floor, climbing out to sit on the branch with the birds. Their tweets and calls were refreshing to hear: it made me realise life was still out there, life that wasn't just me. I listened to their calls and let my hair sway with the wind, watching the flowers dance along. The small bit of grass and life I had was nice, yet the mountains behind me made me realise I could never be accepted.

I was never deemed normal or nice, because the few 'friends' I had were corrupted. How? I have no idea. They tried to control and manipulate me, offering me deals to take control every hour of every day. I was getting sick of it, yet I couldn't get away because they were a part of me. That was the thing with being exiled, they could say and do anything they wanted to me, yet I couldn't tell anyone because nobody liked me. And this wasn't the first time this had all happened. Server after server found out about them, and each time they exiled me and deemed me unworthy of love. They were right of course, why should anyone love someone as broken as me?

I sighed before climbing back into my treehouse. I picked up my bag and slammed it onto my table, causing the pens to scatter from the neat pile they were in. I shoved essential things like food, drink, medicine, bandages and some other stuff into the bag, before doing it up and shoving it on my back.

Today was the day I left, and I hoped I wouldn't regret it.

I ran to the door of my treehouse and jumped down, ignoring the pain I received in my leg. I felt the wind in my hair and looked up to see the birds flying alongside me. The grass and flowers swayed in the wind, joining the treehouse in waving me goodbye. I smiled as I approached the barrier, joy filling my brain.

I finally get to leave this stupid place.
But do you really want to? Do you really want to leave us and everything you've learnt behind? History's just going to repeat itself, Grian.
I'm sure I want to leave Grain. If history repeats itself, I'll not try again. But I have a gut feeling it's the right decision to leave.
You've said this every time, yet nothing has worked out for you. Stop trying. It's not worth it.
You just want me to stay miserable, you selfish, ignorant princess!
Oh wow, that's what you're calling me now? How rude. Leave all you want, but I'll always come back.

I ignored him as he continued talking on and on about why I should stay. I let my hand trace the border, listening as their voices grew louder with a sense of panic. It was nice to see they still had some kind of emotion, yet it still felt weird. The corruption may have changed them, but how can they still let their feelings show through it? The corruption scared me yet also fascinated me. I mean, I was terrified of what it's done and what further damage it could have done if we didn't destroy it, yet it still drew my curiosity as it could do damage or it could do no harm at all. Everyone got corrupted at some point, but most people reacted either quick enough or were strong enough to fight it off. I was neither, which led to this mess I was in.

The barrier's glow shone on me, temptation pulling me forward. I knew it was probably a bad idea to do this, but when did a bad idea ever stop anyone?

I stepped into the barrier and sighed as the others went silent. Alter egos could stay with the body here, but they could not do harm or say anything. It was nice honestly, getting a break from their boring lectures. The portal behind me shone brightly as I walked off towards the centre, making me look like a shadow of the night. It was nice to be honest, as it wasn't loud or full of people. Everywhere was quiet, especially in the centre hub. The main portals shone brightly, clear names of SMPs above them. 'Shady Oaks SMP.' 'Dream SMP.' 'Hypixel.' 'Afterlife.' 'Empires SMP.'  The list just went on and on, and it shocked me how these were all just the main servers. I stood in awe as I had never been here before, only passing by once or twice to swap servers.

I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and a presence beside me. I look up at the taller figure, smiling slightly.

"Are ya new around here by any chance?"


Hope you enjoyed :D
New Chapter coming soon, I hope.


This is Nether, signing off :D

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