Grian Oneshots

𖤍 Immortal - Part 1 𖤍

A/N:
TW: su!c!de (attempt), violence, killing
Italics are (mostly) galactic

I look in horror as the mighty figure towered over me, pointing at me with a crooked claw-like finger. "You" it hisses in a voice both loud and quiet at the same time, in a language most others couldn't understand, but I could, being one of the requirements of becoming an an admin, galactic.

"Grian, what is it saying?" Jimmy asks me, tucking on my shirt as he had a tendency to do when he was scared or nervous, seeking my comfort, he was a few years younger than me, and so close of a friend I saw him more like a brother than anything else.

"It chose me" I say, trying to sound strong but my voice breaks, I inhale shakily before asking the Watcher in front of me, seeing as that was the only creature it could be.
"What if I say no?" in a rustic galactic tone.
"No? Well then I'll make you come with me" It said in perfect galactic, it sounded as if the voice was grating but soothing at the same time, loud and quiet and it didn't sound like it was being spoken, but more like a song. Before I could do anything, Watcher magic envelops the guy I see as my brother, Jimmy.

I try to reach him but I'm frozen in place, not in fear but by the magic of the Watcher. I watch my brother scream in agony in front of me before the magic finally disappears I run towards him, this was all my fault. Beautiful golden wings unfolds from his back and his ears as well, they didn't turn him into a Watcher as I first feared, then his wings would be purple or black, this was different.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?" I yell in galatic and it grins. "I just doomed him to be the first to fall" it said and I looked at it confused, that didn't make sense, fall? but he had wings, but no matter what it was, this was a Watchers doing, so of course it was bad. I kiss Jimmys hair, whispering a soft "sorry" into his winged ears. I close my eyes and walk up to the Watcher, silencing out the distressed yells of those I called my players, my family.

I open my eyes and I'm in the End Realm, before me is a massive castle. The Watcher lays a hand on my shoulder. "Welcome home, Xelqua" it asks and I look puzzled up at the Watcher.
"That's not my name" I tell them and their throat makes a humming sound that I after a few seconds realize is a chuckle. "It is now, it's your Watcher name, it means 'sun' in ancient galactic" it tells me and I nod, one thing I've learned by all this, you NEVER say no to a Watcher.

I'm led into a grand hall, and through small corridors while the story of why I was taken was being told by the Watcher. As my galactic still was rusten I couldn't understand everything, but from what I gathered, the Watcher was called Xenor and was the Watcher of the Nether, the name meaning 'fire' in ancient galactic, there were also a Watcher of the End called Zephyr - meaning 'dark' - and lastly one of the Aether called Zyla - meaning light -, the Aether is unaccesable to us puny humans as we're undeserving of such status. The Watchers needed a fourth one, one to Watch over the Overworld, they had done a lot of tests on a lot of servers but only ever found one qualifier, me.

The Watcher stopped in front of an object I could best describe as an altar and it took my hands, placed the Sword of The Overworld in my hand - Every realm had a desicnated weapon, the End had a bow, the Nether had an axe, and the Aether had a trident - and a Watcher mask in the other, it had my own symbol on it, the symbol of Evolution, to always remind me of the family I had lost. I don't know what it was but something in me snapped. I knew I couldn't be a Watcher, I would rather die. In quick movement I dropped the mask and turned the sword around, thrusting it into my heart. Everything went black...

I inhaled sharply, what had happened? My chest felt as if it was burning because of pure pain and my eyes fluttered open. I tried to sit up as I tried to recall what had happened. It all flooded back at the same time. How am I still alive? I had stabbed the sword through my heart, I should be dead.

I sit up with a throbbing pain in my head and i look down at myself and freeze in fear. I am dressed in purple robes, my skin is obsidianblack, and my hair is white as quartz.

I try to stand up but end up falling down again, I expected to hit the floor but something caught me. I look behind to see a furious Xenor.
"Good morning sleeping beauty, you're quite the rebel aren't you?" It hissed and I swallow a lump in my throat. "S-sorry" I halfheartedly say and it snorts. "Whatever, one more move like that and you wont have to stab yourself, I'll do it for you" It fumed and I nodded silenty.

From that day on my training as a Watcher-ruler started. I practised magic, galactic, watching, flying; all the things I needed to learn as one of them. After I had passed all of their tests, they made me a Head Watcher; just like the others were. Now they meant it was time for me to take on a student of my own, it was time for all the Watchers to turn unwilling players, to cause them harm, I froze. I couldn't do that, I could only see one other option, although it came with a massive risk, on the other side, if I succeeded it would be worth it. So I did it. I tried to escape.

I opened a portal to a random server, but too late. I heard the footprints approaching me. The door flung open and Xenor stood there, then a hint of grief flashed his eyes, followed by disappointment, then amusement. "Xelqua... you know our deal" it sighed, making purple chains envelop my wrists, keeping me in place. "you don't need to try to take your own life this time, I'm doing it for you" Xenor hissed, making the Axe of the Nether appear in its hands. They walked up to me and pressed the sharp edge of the axe against my chest. With a shiteating grin on their face, they pushed it into my chest. I let out a bloodcurling scream and black dots dance around my vision. Everything is black but I can hear Xenor chuckle and walk out of the room. "A shame really, now we need to find another candidate for this position" the door closes and the last thing I sense is the magic chains disappearing from my wrists.

I fall down and I don't know after how long, but my eyes flutter open. I look at the axe in my chest. "How am I not dead?" I ask myself, the axe is buried in my chest, but nothing happened. I pull out the axe and look at the rift in my chest, I'm still blinded by pain but with the magic training, using magic to solve things come naturally so I focus and soon the wound is closed. A thought strikes me, back when I tried to defy them first, I ran a weapon into my heart and they somehow healed me, what if that in process made me... immortal? It could be possible, from what I learned, healing - or ressurecting - the dead was a task not done before them, so it was highly likeable that They messed something up.

Then I light up in a smile and can't help but let out a little laugh, the Watchers think I'm dead now, meaning I'm free to leave, I'm free to find a place to live. I make haste to transform back into my human form, except different as I didn't have the green outfit anymore but it was replaced by a red jumper, the fake bright yellow hairdye was gone as well and my natural dirty-blonde hair was back. I smile with delight as my old self is back and I make a portal to a random server and jump through the portal.

~1450 words