{DISCONTINUED] There were two {Watcher Grian Fanfic}

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Grian POV

"⍑ᒷ||! ||𝙹⚍! ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ!" A voice shouted from down the dark, obsidian covered hallway. Dammit, another watcher! If what Geala told me is true, she won't be able to hold them back. I'm not sure how strong my magic is compared to them! What if- His train of thought was cut off by his sister raising her hand toward the oncoming watcher and Grian watched in amazement as she incinerated the being with a bolt of black flames. She turned and smiled.

"...Grian, we can trust this person right?" Gem asked hesitantly. "Yeah, Yeah, now move so we can come through." Grian replied. As he and his sister finally left the place of horrors and hell that had given them both trauma, his sister collapsed, and Grian felt a huge-and he means huge- blast of invisible watcher aura slowly leave her body then race back three times as fast.

"Get back!" he yelled. He and his friends watched as the dark, torn purple rags of a cloak were shredded finally to bits on Geala's back as another pair of wings burst from her back. (she's not naked, just the cloak is gone.) They waited a moment, then Stress leapt forward and attempted to pick the girl up. With the two pairs of wings, however, it proved to be difficult.

"Let me help." Grian said, and picked Geala up with ease. 

"Hey, you're smaller than me! And she's smaller than you! How does THAT work?!" Stress whined. But not for long, as she knew injuries when she saw them. "C'mon, to my place. I've got the stuff I need for treatment there."

Grian, Stress, and Iskall (he wanted to be there in case anything happened) brought the former watcher to Stress's place, and just like in his dream, she shooed them out and treated her. Half an hour later, she came out and said Geala needed to see her every day for a week for daily medicines, but was otherwise free to go.

Emerging from the house behind her, Geala walked out with her upper wings wrapped in some bandages and several patches on her arms and legs. Grian rushed forward, and gave his sister the welcoming she deserved. He felt her lower wings wrapping around him, and noticed they were a shimmering humming bird violet.

"Your wings!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, well, I can't be a watcher just roaming around visiting my brother, can I?" "If I may, what bird are you using for inspiration?" "Violet-backed starling." "Ooh, neat. How are you?" "alright. Better than when I walked through. Although, I definitely didn't have these when I was awake. Kinda glad I wasn't awake for these. They hurt."

"That's right! How'd you get another set of wings? I thought that was reserved for the most powerful of all beings?" Grian asked. She smirked. "It is reserved for the most powerful beings. Which is why I need to layer them if around not-hermits. I'm one of the Winged Ones now, sun."

"Sorry to interrupt-but you're a Winged One?" Iskall asked.

The Winged Ones aren't specifically a group of certain people, but rather a rank. Beings with wings are either powerful magic users, or hybrids and experiments. Beings with four wings are beings of extreme power, or mistakes. It is illegal to make an experiment with four wings, and if they are found they will be exterminated. There are also the Godly Ones, because, well, they're basically gods. They have three sets of wings, and have unfathomable power. Then, the Patrons. They have, you guessed it, four pairs of wings and are patrons that are created off of bases of other Godly ones. They often share incredibly similar names and emotional bonds with players. They are called the most powerful, but they're not. Those are the Entities. of the game. They are on Herobrine and Notch and Entity 303's level. There are other Entities, but they are more protectors rather than beings of war.

"Gea, you need to train me! I've been trying for so long but I just can't reach the threshold!" Grian pleaded. "Hah, maybe later, but remember, I had my magic suppressed for years so I learned how to build my magic higher. Which, now that I think about it, hmm..."