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Chapter 8

Training chapter! Yay!

Tw: Mentions of weapons

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{Grian's POV}

I groaned and sat up. Where was I?

I looked around. My... base. Funny. I didn't remember going to sleep here.

Oh. Oh.

Everything came rushing back. The note, the symbol, calling X, the words, the flashbacks-

I must've passed out. I didn't really remember that part. Everything was fuzzy, except for the flashbacks. They were crystal clear.

I climbed out of my bed and searched for my Recollection Journal, scrawling down what I'd remembered.

Masks- gray wings- dark, endless void- a smile- red and blue-

A moon- a gray hoodie- a black headband- limited sight- unlimited sight- strange voices-

A warm feeling- dark brown eyes- the same smile- a blue shirt- a name- what was his name?

The symbol- a wicked smile- gray wings- masks- the void- a prison- a castle- training- a new name-

And the final thing. I wasn't sure if it was a memory or just panic.

You will never be safe, Xe-

Great. I now had two disembodied names I remembered. "The W" and now "Xe."

I scanned the list again, hoping it might trigger something.

A name- what was his name?

That name was so close, tantalizingly so, but I just couldn't place it.

I closed the book and put it away. I didn't want to pass out again, so I let my memories stay under lock and key.

My eyes focused on a note tacked to the door. I crossed over to it.

Gri-

Hope you're okay. You passed out at spawn and X told me to bring you back to your base and you'd be fine.

I'm here if you need any help.

- Scar

I smiled as I read it. I left it up there as I went outside to start building.

I had a few plans for a mansion...

{Timeskip}

It'd been a week or so since The Spawn Incident, and I hadn't heard anything from any Hermit related to that.

And that left me really, really annoyed.

The server had been threatened. According to X, they'd had this happen before. And no one was doing anything to fight back!

This was effectively my entire thought process whilst working on the mansion. It was a repetitive task: place powder, pour water, repeat. The only relief from the repetitiveness was the windows. And the texturing, but I had to do that later in the process.

So it was just an endless cycle. Of building and angry thoughts.

After a long time - was it hours? minutes? I wasn't sure - I misstepped, placing water when I should have placed concrete powder. And soon I was falling.

This is a change from the cycle, I thought briefly before splashing into the quickly growing pool of water below me.

I muttered a few creative phrases as I scooped up the water and tried to dry out my red sweater. I'd originally landed with just a white shirt in Season 6, but Mumbo and Iskall had given me the red sweater.