The Lost Hermit

Chapter 5

You'd think a parent with a lost child would search endlessly.

No.

It has been a week and there was still no sign of Mumbo's parents.

He wouldn't talk to any of the Hermits, shying away when any tried to talk. He was only comfortable with Grian and Iskall, although more Grian.

That being said, the young boy was watching as the teenagers did their separate things. Grian built amazing structures, which were cool to gaze at, but Mumbo wasn't too interested.

Iskall, however, was a different story. Whenever the swede did redstone, Mumbo would always watch, attracted to the particles the red dust gave off. He'd watch as Iskall places many different circuits, and somehow, he understood all of it.

One day, Iskall saw him looking. "You... you, Uh, want me to teach you how to do this?" Mumbo leapt Up, and Iskall chuckled. "Alright, then, kid."

Soon enough, Mumbo understood most redstone mechanics, from the simple redstone torch. Iskall smiled as Mumbo busied himself with some redstone of his own, before turning back to his own work.

"Iskall! I can't see what I'm doing wrong!"

Iskall sighed, looking over before laughing. "Mumbo, the repeaters the wrong way around."

"Oh."

Mumbo turned it around, and the lamp lit up, as did Mumbo's face. The boy turned and launched himself into Iskall, who stumbled over, but caught himself. "Thank you, Iskall..."

"No problem, kid..."