Chapter 4

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Grian pov

I'd been teaching Scar, a social nobody who hasn't been out of his house for over ten months, how to fly an elytra.

He's so far nailed gliding but he's gotten several bloody noses, scrapes, bruises, and pulled a couple of muscles trying to figure out how to actually fly.

"You got it Scar, just jump and use one of your rockets while looking up." I yell from my spot a yard away.

"That's what I've been trying!" He yells. I would've asked someone else for help teaching Scar, but he really doesn't want anyone to see him out of his house.

"Go Scar! You can do it!" I cheer, knowing he's feeling down.

I watch in excitement as Scar jumps, his elytra opens up, he uses his rocket, and he flies up into the air...

And he flies, he actually flies!

"Yes! You did it, Scar!" I shout, jumping up and down in joy. Scar had been trying for hours, not ready to give up.

I fly up towards Scar and we fly beside each other.

"Where are we going to go now, G?" Scar asks, and I smile at him.

"This way, it's a surprise." I say and swerve behind Scar's house.

"Okay, as long as we avoid people." Scar says, nervous.

"We will, this place is in the middle of nowhere, I promise." I smile at Scar, but he's just focusing in front of him.

"Okay." Scar says and we both fly silently, broken by Scar talking about cats a couple times, until we arrive.

"Okay, do you remember how to land?" I ask him. He shakes his head, his terror nearly making me fall out of the air.

"Okay, so do you remember how you landed before when you were gliding?" I ask, Scar nods. "Good, I'm going to need you to do that, but try to catch yourself on your feet this time."

"Okay, can you show me?" He asks nervously.

"Yes." I say and try to not flap my parrot wings that I-

Not right now Grian.

I keep my wings straight and slightly angle myself downwards, telling Scar what I'm doing as I do it.

Once I get closer to the ground I begin to 'walk' in the air, preparing myself for the ground. My foot touches the earth and my other foot does too, eventually I'm just running now and I stop myself.

I look up just in time to hear Scar shout "Grian! Watch out!"

Scar lands pressed against me, our faces nearly touching.

"Well, hello there." Scar says, giggling.

"Hi Scar, can you get off me now?" I ask and Scar gets off me, dusting his pants off.

"So, where are we?" Scar asks, looking around.

"A flower forest, I thought you'd like it?" I say, really nervous.

"I love it, I'm gonna go make you a flower crown!" Scar says, running away, his elytra dragging behind him.

"Pick up your elytra, you'll break it!" I shout and Scar does as I said.

Smiling, I pull out my communicator from my inventory backpack.

(Yes, they're backpacks)

Grian: Can anyone go into my base and stock up my shop?

I watch Scar as I wait for a response.

Impulse: I can, where is the stock?

Grian: It's to the left of the chest room, the top chest.

I begin to type out a thank you but Scar interrupts me.

"Grian, I made you one!" He shouts, running over and placing it gently on my head. His happiness is overwhelming, I nearly turn it off, but it's addicting.

"Thank you Scar, what's the flower?" I ask kindly.

"It's made of poppies and lilacs!" Scar says excitedly. I smile, imagining Scar picking only the best poppies and only the best lilacs.

"Thank you Scar! It's lovely." I say and stand up, after quickly typing a thank you back to Impulse.

"What's that you're holding?" Scar asks, curiosity bleeding off of him.

"It's a communicator." I explain, had Scar really forgotten what a communicator was?

"Is that one new?" He asks, "I have one, but it's not as fancy as that one.

"Yes, yours is probably out of date, I'd assume it doesn't work." I say, noticing the sun setting.

"We should go, Scar. The sun's setting and we don't want to be caught in the dark by a creeper." I say and fly up, watching as Scar follows.

"Look, Grian! I've really gotten the hang of this." He says, happily doing circles around me.

"You have." I observe as Scar dives towards the ground, saving himself just before he hits the ground.

Once we get back it's nearly midnight.

"I've got to go, Scar. I'll see you tomorrow." I say and fly away, already wanting to go back.

Word count: 799

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