Ghosts- an mcyt fanfic(REWRITE! OLD CHAPTERS GONE!)

Chapter 15

They got to work.

The portal wasn't hard to do, no, not at all! It was activating it that was more difficult.
And with that, Grian also started on trying to force out his newfound powers.
He vaguely remembers using them, but they only come in scattered and dreamlike bursts of memory.
Control of said powers was another thing, it came a lot easier- with Phil and strangely Xel's help.

He was also reading. A lot. The thick leather book Wilbur gave him had been identified as a history book of these god-like entities called Watchers. They were interesting, but Xel made it known he didn't like them. When asked why, he just...went quiet. He never told the others about the book, no no! What if they tried to take it? He was barely started with the book!

These angels, these Watchers, were powerful. They conquered worlds and recruited players.
They had a council as their leaders, and those leaders were strict.
Then, he came upon the chapter named "THE PLIGHT OF EVOLUTION."

Evolution...like the thing animals did? Why was it so familiar?
Turns out Evolution, or EVO, for short, wasn't a biological mechanism for animals, but a server.

He couldn't get far in the chapter after that before he started sensing that Xel was shaken, getting Grian more and more pissed with him.
"Grian, I don't think we should-"
"Now you talk?"
"What I'm saying is this isn't a good idea." He rattles out.
In frustration, he closes the book shut and looks at a nearby mirror. He didn't see himself this time. He saw that badly bleached hair, the green sweater, the wary eyes. He saw Xel.
Grimacing, he turned away to a window. Outside he noticed Techno sparring with a little piglin. Michael, was it? Cute. Grian tried to peacefully just watch the little boy swing his sword around, but he couldn't shake the feeling of the book, no, that chapter, calling to him.
It beckoned his name.
Was it his name? It felt like an incoherent scream. Thousands of them, more like. Thousands of voices chanting. Was it real? Another hallucination? Was he real? What-

"Hey mate, you ok?" Phil stood at the doorway of the guest room, looking just a bit perplexed. How long had he been there? "You look scared, what happened?"
"Oh- Phil! Hey man. Yeah I'm...I'm doing ok." Grian trailed off at the purple tinted book, open to that damned chapter.
"Well, if you're sure. Anyways, wanna come on out? Me 'n Tech are gonna go out to the nether with Michael. Y'know, see his kind."

Grian hadn't been to the nether in a while. To be fair, he hadn't been very far from his friend's house since he had come, mostly out of paranoia from Quackity. It would be nice to go out, and Michael seemed nice.

"Sure. What's the worst that can happen?" He got up, shook his feathers out, and picked up the book into his inventory.
"Watch out mate, you might'a just jinxed us all!" He exclaimed on his way out. The two shared a small laugh, but something nagged him in the back of his mind.

What was that chapter hiding?

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The sound of music swelled through through the air. Piglins danced throughout the center of the camp in the crimson forest. Techno was in his piglin form and dressed in gold and Blackstone. His hair braided with red nether mushrooms and ancient debris. He looked so at home.
Michael was there too, playing with some of the other runts.
Phil was there with Michael, telling stories of the overworld to the runts in some kind of piglin language. Xel was rambling on about how cool this all was, and frankly, Grian agreed.

As for him, he was just sitting there in the corner, taking it all in. He hadn't really seen piglins commuting before. They were always out on a hunt. They all looked so happy and a lot more...humane? Made him think about how he had treated them before.
"So, how're you liking the place?" Techno sat down beside his friend, his golden jewelry clanging against each other.
"It's pretty nice actually, once I get past the weird stares and stuff." He shrugged. "Say, what're they talking? Is it like a piglin language? And what's the dancing for?
"Yep, it's pig-speak. Taught Phil it a couple years back. And for the dancing, it's High tide for the lava, y'know, kinda like the nether's full moon. Time to celebrate the Blood God. Happens every few months." He didn't realize it wasn't just Techno who worshiped the Blood God!
"And Michael?"
Techno laughed. "Pig speak's the only language the kid knows how to talk in! Don't know why he hasn't spoke English since his dad speaks it and all, but eh, that's the way the world is."