Grian Oneshots

𖤍 Herobrine 3 𖤍

Grian grimaced as he swerved out of the way from yet another lightning strike, a faint scream could be heard from the hermits and he hoped they weren't hurt, but he couldn't think about that now, he had a battle to win. He attacked but Herobrine teleported away with ease.

As the fight continued, he admitted to himself with dread that the two higher beings were as strong as each other and this fight would continue until they had exhausted themselves to death. There was one opportunity, if he just could get Herobrine back in Alpha - without him teleporting away. He stood still in the air for a moment too long and Herobrine had taken the opportunity to attack, his sword entered Grian's stomach, the latter tried to scream but only blood escaped his mouth. Through the pain he saw an opening and he kept the sword in him, preventing Herobrine from teleporting away, he used the little energy he had left to create a portal and flew himself - and therefore Herobrine, into it.

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The hermits watched the sword enter their friend, they thought they had lost the battle, their server and their favorite prankster. A portal appeared - courtesy of the winged man - and the hermits had no choice but to watch as the two flew through the portal.
"GRIAN!!" Mumbo screamed as he fell to his knees, tears flooding his eyes, Scar knelt down to comfort him, equally as hurt by their loss. Xisuma stood tall, his eyes glistening behind his mask but most of all too shocked to react. "He was the admin of Evolution" the admin muttered, and the hermits gave him a blank stare. "So what? He's gone" Scar hiss, before averting his eyes - ashamed of the words that just left him. "He is alone with Herobrine, somewhere in alpha!" Mumbo cried and the admin grimaced, hoping that the Watchers would take mercy on their friend, and save him.

"IS ANYONE HURT!?" Xisuma gathered himself and his worried eyes scanned the hermits, his eyes landed on Impulse, kneeling over a limp Tango. The admin rushed to kneel beside the males, pulling up his tabs and checking if he's okay. "He is okay, got hit by stray lightning and lost consciousness, he should wake up soon" X said and Impulse visibly relaxed. The admin frowned as he got up and saw the state of the server. Their bases and most of the terrain were destroyed by the battle - mostly the lightning caused by Herobrine, but Grian had also contributed, but the worst part was the code, it had been strained by the excessive magic use. As much as it saddened the admin, the server was unsalvageable. They would have to start a new season, and the voidwalker was concerned as it could take weeks - months even - for a Watcher to create a new world for them to stay in. He decided to pray to his patron for help and hoped that he would have enough time to create a world quickly.

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Grian fell to the ground, little power left in him, while on all fours, he coughed up blood. He slowly got up and stood face to face with Herobrine, equally as exhausted and wounded. The blonde would have thought the man would attack, but he didn't, instead he took a step back and kept starring at the hermit - Grian quickly realized that it was with fear in his eyes. As the Watcher looked at himself, he realized why, his skin had turned black, with various eyes sprawled across his body, his mask on his face matched the quarts-white color his hair had faded to. His Watcher robes had replaced his red jumper, and a second pair of void wings had erupted from his back. He pulled out the diamond sword from his stomach and his enhanced Watcher-body had the wound healed in a matter of minutes. All the Watcher now needed was enough power to create a portal back to his server.

"Dear Xelqua, I require your help, the code on my server is quickly fading due to an overload of magic. I need a new world, please help me as soon as possible, I'm begging you. For my players' sake. Thank you."

A familiar voice rung in his head and the Watcher grinned as the prayer fueled his magic, he might not have enough energy to create a whole world, but he did have enough to create a portal back to the dying server.

A portal appears and Grian enters, as quickly as it appears, it is gone again and Herobrine falls to his knees, stuck back in alpha again, as it always should have been.

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A portal opens on Hermitcraft, and a figure appears from it, a Watcher. "I heard you needed my help admin" he says and the admin as well as the players fall to their knees. "Yes, thank you Xelqua, are you able to create a new server?" The admin asks and Xelqua grimaces. "Pray to me - all of you, that way I can get enough power to do so."

As the voices of his friends filled his head, the power he held grew and soon enough a portal to a brand-new world opened in front of their eyes.

The hermits and the Watcher went through the portal, a blinding light appeared and when it was over, they were all standing in a jungle, Hermitcraft season 7. A brand-new start.

Xisuma eyes the watcher, confusion clear as day in his glance. "I mean no offense, but shouldn't you be leaving by now?"

The Watcher grins in return. "I'm not that easy to get rid of X-i-suma" he says while his hair faded to dirty-blonde locks, the eyes sprawled across his body closes and disappears, his skin turns to a soft beige and while one pair of wings disappear, the other changes to a rainbow of colors - resembling a parrot. Grian grins as his admin is shocked, before he rushes forward and tackles the smaller with a tight hug. "NEVER worry me like that again G! I th- We thought we had lost you forever!" he lets go of the embrace, his hands still at the blonde's shoulder. "let's go tell the others you're safe and sound, they all think you're dead"

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