"Not a recistance!!" / Hermitcraft s9, AU

Campfire tales.

No ships.

YES, I am back to writing!! Should I be though?? Seeing as I am REALLY bussy with school this year- we'll see how often I can update!!

Ps: in this AU the players have one life that is it.

Warnings: slight blood warning.

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Xisuma pov-

"Hey X!", I was called out to. Standing at the edge of a clearning near Grians base. Ren the King was de-throned be the resistance. It was quite the... the games. Bdubs is to loyal to him, let's be honest here. I turned around to the voice, holding my glass of honey-juice thight (it must be funny to see). "Hey False.", I said as I saw her blonde hair shining under the moon light, the light of the fire hitting the underside of her hair, making it look like flowing gold.

"How are you this fine evening?", she asks, smiling at me. Smiling back I tell her I am alright, Ren is back to his usual self and I am actually well rested. She was surprised by that. "Xisuma? Being well rested? As in got 7/8 hours of sleep last night well rested?", she asked, clarifying our definition of well rested. I nodded, confirming that I did indeed get 7 hours of sleep last night. "That doesn't sound like you at all Xisuma, especially seeing as you are an admin. You usually stay up until 2AM to check code, fend off hackers and fix bugs.", she says, looking me up and down, her eyes not judging, but concerned.

"I am fine False, really. After Ren got dethroned the air on the server has been feeling less tense.", I let her know. She, after a few seconds, decided that that was a good answer and let it go continuing by asking me why I was standing alone here at the edge.

"You know False...", I say, looking over at the campfire, Grian and Mumbo, dancing around, Mumbo's hands still cover with red-stone dust and Grians feathers still looking a bit like a mess.

Gem, Pearl and Impulse, Soup Group as I've learned they call themselves, talking with one another while Pearl gives the other two some soup from what seemed like no-where.

Bdubs talking to Scar, holding up some blueprints for future builds.

Rendog standing over the fire, telling a story to the rest of the server. It seemed like they where all very infested, many marshmallows being toasted in the meantime.

"... I think that the server is going to be at piece for another few months, that is until someone, not anyone in specific, is going to start another prank-war.", I say. False hums in agreement, letting out a small, happy sigh and finishing her drink, it looked like some water. "I agree X, though i am looking at Grian, he's the one that usually stirs up trouble.", she says. I smile at that. "Yeah, yeah he does.", I agree.

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Sitting at the campfire, surrounded by friends who I would call my family, it was Gem that told the tale a big empires long ago, how foes and friends got intertwined and how it all ended. "How did you come up with that story?", Joe asked. Gem gave a soft smile before saying that she dreamt about it all, looking over at Pearl. I guess Pearl already knew the dreams Gem is now telling us about.

"Such big and fun tales! That is amazing!", Grian said, jumping up on the logs we where sitting on, holding his semi-burned marshmallow stick ahead of him, like hes holding his sword. Mumbo and Iskal, whom both sat next to him, either fell off, or pulled Grian back down, causing the 3 of them to fall to the ground. The circle of people by the fire laughed while the 3 of them got up, Grian now as red as his sweater, Mumbo grumbling and Iskal sighing.

"Yeah, the empires where great.", Gem said, looking at Grian, giving him a small comforting smile before getting up and gifting him her marshmallow, I don't know how she does it, but they are always perfectly golden on the outside and a soft-creamy sweetness bomb on the inside. Grian, thankfully, took it from her and they all sat back down again.