Watcher's Apprentice

The Scars of a Troubled Past

Now, Scar wouldn't say that they were quick to be upset. But finding a certain brown-haired male rummaging through his chests wasn't exactly a very nice thing to find. And even then, he isn't as angry as he thought he'd be, because the second he stepped close, the man whimpered, hiding behind the stacks of chests like a cornered animal.

So naturally, he called Grian.

The blonde man dropped in faster than he could type, and Wilbur immediately ran from his hiding place into the smaller man's wings, kneeling on the grass as he held tight onto Grian.
"I'm sorry!" He pleaded, desperate. "I won't steal from them again! I-I was just s-so hungry, and you were asleep. Please don't kill me!"

Grian's eyes softened. He was prepared to scold Wilbur for stealing, and Scar was prepared to ask for a price, but neither Hermit had the heart to. Scar went to his chests, picking out a few items and even pulling out some shulkers.
"Here. Take these." He says, and Wilbur turns to look at the man, confused, tears in his eyes as he was shaking in the folds of Grian's wings.

"This shulker has golden carrots, as well as cookies and some pumpkin pie.  That should last you a while. And I'll get you some diamond gear as well, as you can hunt for yourself." He says, smiling. Wilbur's shivering form turned tense as he nestled further into Grian's feathers.

"W-What do you want for them..?" Wilbur hesitantly asked, almost as if afraid of the answer. But Scar just smiled. "Nothing! Its pretty easy to get them, and I was just about to buy some more anyhow, so you might as well take these! Just promise, if you need something, just ask."

Wilbur's form kept still, before he felt a hand brush through his hair. He looked up to see Grian's soft yet stern expression. "Go on, take it. We'll talk about it later." He says, reassuringly, which finally entices Wilbur enough to walk to the box. He didn't feel comfortable at all opening the box. It felt different to the chests and enderchests he was used to. It slid open, with a squelch rather than the creaking wood he's familiar with. But inside, just as promised, were food he recalls seeing from Grian's train. He tried to hold himself back, but his mouth watered as he smelled their fresh scent, sweet as he picked up a carrot and munched on it near immediately.

Grian couldn't help but wonder why he ate like the food would vanish if he waited. Scar couldn't help but wonder why his first instinct was to steal, rather than ask for help. Neither or them were prepared for the answer, so for now, they'll smile and help him get used to this place.

"You know what, how about you come to my place? I can show you around." Scar says, with a smile on his face. Wilbur hesitates, but takes a deep breath. "That sounds lovely." He says, trying to regain his composure after stuffing his face full of food. Grian just giggles. "Well, you two have fun. Ex-Eye-Suma's calling me to his place, so I'll be heading off now!"

Wilbur was about to say something else, but he just smiles. "Okay! I'll go back to your house once I'm done." He says.

This place was different. He's terrified, but he wants to take a chance. He hopes, one day, he'll laugh like they do when someone dies, and to be able to share items without being afraid of losing them, or to build massive structures like these without the fear of mass destruction.

One day.