(ON HIATUS) To Reminisce [A Watcher/Hermitcraft Fanfiction]

Names are hard ;-; [Chapter Four]

wc: around 1700

tws: none(?)

btw, translations are now in the comments!

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They stared at him blankly. Xisuma was the first one to talk.

"What did the language sound like?"

"Uhh- kinda- garbled? No, that's not the right word. It wasn't Ender-speak though, that's all I know."

"L╎ꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ?"

Grian's eyes widened. "You know it?"

Xisuma nodded. "Yep, Standard Galactic." Grian wanted to ask how he knew it, but the admin seemed oddly reserved about the subject.

"So, how do we explain literally everything that happened? I'd say it was a dream, but dreams don't change your eye color."

"Some Anthros can change their eye color, but only to colors either form commonly have. Humans don't normally have purple eyes, and neither do macaws." Scar pointed out.

"Should we check out the Rift?" Pearl asked.

Stress bit her lip. "Are you up to that, Grian?"

"Sure? I'm not really in pain anymore- just my wings and head kind of hurt."

"So no flying."

"No promises. Um- where are we actually? I don't recognize this place."

"Oh, I built a little house next to the Hermaggedan tower in case anyone needs a place to stay." Scar said.

"Hermitopia."

"Hermichigan, sorry."

"Where have you heard anyone call it Hermaggedan or Hermichigan?"

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After a short flight, the group was standing in front of the Rift. Grian was staring at it with wide eyes, pupils pinning.

Pearl kicked it. Nothing happened. "That's a bit anticlimactic."

"Huh, weird." Grian brushed his fingers against the swirling surface, then immediately pulled his hand back with a strangled hiss. It hurt.

"You alright, luv?" Stress asked. [Not in a romantic way, but in the fics I read she calls ppl luv and hon so idk]

Grian nodded, squeezing his eyes shut when the motion caused more pain. "Yep." He lied. He stayed like that until the pain lessened to a reasonable amount before reopening his eyes.

The other Hermits were touching the Rift, confused when it did not give a response.

"This is weird." Xisuma noted. Something seemed odd about his tone, but Grian assumed it was nothing.

"Should I do it again?" He really hoped the answer would be no.

"If you want to?" Scar answered.

Grian sighed and tried for a grin, before reaching his hand out again and ever so lightly touching it. The space touched by his fingers began to glow, then turn a deeper purple. He pulled his hand away. Void, it hurts so bad. He fell to the floor.

"Grian! Void, Grian, are you okay?"

Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake. "No?" He managed. Everyone was near him in an instant.

What's wrong with me? Nothing's wrong with you. Why does the Rift hurt me? You're special.

Grian took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He had stayed awake for long enough, he wanted to sleep now.