Grian Oneshots

𖤍 Immortal - Part 2 𖤍

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

I scream as I fall through the air, wanting to let out my wings, every instinct tells me to, but I don't, the admin of the server would be alerted if sudden Watcher activities were happening.

SPLASH

I land in water and accidentally swallow a mouthful of saltwater, I no longer know what is up or down and I kick around a bit to try and figure it out. My lungs are screaming for air and just as I was about to let all the water into my lungs, I feel a hand around my wrist and a stranger pulls me out of the water. I cough and fall down on all fours as soon as we reach the surface. I look up to see a tall man with black hair, a suit and a quite handsome mustache, there's also another man with a mask on, and when further examinating him I realized he was a voidwalker.

"Hello, I'm Xisuma, this is Mumbo"- the voidwalker pointed at the man who saved me - "I'm the admin of this server, who are you?" Xisuma asked and I swallow.
"I'm Grian" I say, not knowing what else to add.
"That name sounds familiar, doesn't it X?" Mumbo asked with a raised eyebrow and X nodded while looking at his admin panels. "Grian, you were the admin of Evo - the server that got destroyed by Watchers!?" He said and showed me a picture of me with the green hoodie and dyed hair. "Yes... my hair was dyed back then..." I say but can't help to ponder what he meant by destroyed by Watchers, only I was taken right?, they were all alright right? They HAVE to had made it out alive.

"I checked your player code and everything checks out, do you want to join this server; Hermitcraft?" The admin asked and I nod in shock, they were willing for me to join the server? Just like that? I smile a sharp smile as X whitelists me and then he flies away while wishing me a good day. Mumbo looks at me with a tilted head.
"Are you human?" he asks and I only shrug as an answer.
"Maybe? You'll have to find out yourself" I say playfully and he giggles.
"Do you want me to show you around?" He offers and I nod happily.

Mumbo showed me around and we chatted the whole time, I discovered we had quite a lot in common so naturally we became good friends. Immediatly after he had showed me around I used my Watcher powers for a brief moment, I knew the risks but I needed to know if my old friends, my old family were still alive. I hold my breath as my eyes searched all severs, the longer it took, the greater my worries became. Until on one server I found most of them, Empires SMP, they all looked so happy and I couldn't help but shed a tear. After a quick search, all the prior members had been spottet, each of them looking happy. I didn't need to go find them, I was happy here and after what happened on Evo, they probably didn't want to see me either. Just knowing they were safe and happy was enough for me.

Hermitcraft was great. I had quickly made friends with the whole server and had been building a mega-base, in the ocean, close to Mumbo Jumbo, my best friend on the server. But not everything were just smooth sailing, something felt off. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that something was horribly wrong with this, everything seemed too perfect.

It wasn't too perferct for long, as a few days after Iskall had said 'yes' to the very formal 'Architech-invitation', something bad happened.

I stare in horror as the others around me continue their day as normal, as if nothing had happened, but maybe nothing had happened for them and only I felt the shockwave of magic hit? "Maybe it was a Watcher-only thing?" I think to myself and then the realization hits me like a brick.

The Watchers were here.

F*ck, I thought to myself, I normally make a point out of not swearing but this was urgent enough to swear about, now what should I do? I take a deep breath and open my eyes around me. The magic flowing through my veins, sending a tingling sensation down my spine and all the way to my fingertips, oh how I hate everything about the Watchers, but oh how I had missed using magic. My eyes skim around the server, following my thoughts as if muscle memory, knowing my magic like my own back pockets.