Grian Oneshots

ೱ Canary Curse ೱ Part 3

A/N

Yet again I'm sure the timelines are completely messed up, but it's fanfiction, I can do whatever I want.

This might be fast paced and have a few timeskips/going over things quickly because what happens in between isn't important to the plot. :)

And this is the last of this series, I hope you have enjoyed the first two parts and that you'll enjoy this as well.

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"I just wished the Watchers didn't curse me, then I knew I at least had an oppertunity to make it past the last place" Jimmy complained as he and Grian had met up to discuss the succeses and the challenges of Third Life.
"I'm sorry"
"Grian, it's not your fault, and to be honest what they put you through was way worse" The canary defended and Grian met him with a soft smile. "I know Jimmy, but since you're all alive and well, I would say it was worth it"

Grian's mind ran through their conversation yet again, he was back on Hermitcraft, a server still with an ever-growing moon he had promised to help X slow down, which would take some research and practice of his Watcher magic. Grian groaned again, as the moons gravity pulled him upwards for a few seconds, then letting go of it's grip. His body landing hardly at the pavement of Midnight Alley. "This has to require some higher magic than what I have access to" he thought to himself as a plan formed in his head, a stupid plan, but a plan none the less. He chugged an invisibility potion, shielding himself with his own magic, and opened a portal to the realm he once swore never to enter again.

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Grian was inside the Watchers library - a place filled with restricted magic book no normal player could ever get their hands on. He grabbed a few books he thought could prove useful in his battle with the moon, and was about to leave when another book caught his eye. The golden galactic at the spine reading "curses", he grabbed it and as quick as he had entered, he exited the realm.

A breath of relief escaped him as he returned to the familiarness of the Hermitcraft server. He slumps down on his bed and begins reading the first book - he needed to slow the moon down, and rather sooner than later.

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Days - and weeks - passed and Grian kept practicing the various spells to slow down the moon, it was a tedious task but he was sure he had found a way to properly do it. The Watcher stood outside in the middle of the night, gravity lifted him briefly up and then he stretched his palms towards the moon and started chanting the spells in galacting.

"╎ᒲ ∴ᔑ|| ℸ ̣ 𝙹𝙹 ꖎᔑ⨅|| ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ⚍!¡ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ᔑ ᓭ!¡ᒷꖎꖎ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ꖎ𝙹𝙹ꖌᓭ ᓵ𝙹𝙹ꖎ

╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ᓵ𝙹リ⊣∷ᔑℸ ̣ ⚍ꖎᔑℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リᓭ"

Grians eyes glowed purple when he finally stopped chanting, his magic resevoir was drained and with tired eyes he looked up to the moon, it wasn't farther away, but it was stuck in one place. He chuckled to himself, this was his tenth attempt and he was content with the results - and the fact he didn't need to practice and do more magic, which had completely drained him these last few weeks as he hadn't used Watcher magic since before season 6.

Grian opened his communicator in order to text Xisuma.

[Grian] it done now gn
[Xisuma] Thank you sm G! Sleep tight! :)