Gifted: Hermitcraft

-X Gonna Give It To Ya'!- "It" = Bad News

(Grim's POV)

Grim's black robes flapped wildly in the wind as he flew on his skeletal elytra. 

He had stowed the scythe in his inventory, but he can't help but laugh while he imagined the other's reactions if they saw it.

Ha!

That would be absolutely priceless.

With a loud 'swoosh', Grim's feet touched down onto the ground in front of Sahara.

What could possibly go wrong this meeting?

(False's POV)

False (luckily) had brought an armor stand with her to sword fight with.

You know, so that she won't have to wait?

Sadly, X was on time this time.

He came in, alright.

But not by elytra, redstone, blocking, or walking.

But by carpet.

"Show-Off!", False called out laughing when the green flying carpet landed.

X shrugged.

"It has adjustable speed.", he replied matter-of-factly with (probably) a grin of self-achievement on his face.

Tinfoil grunted.

"The air traffic is terrible. I don't know how you find it bearable.", he agreed.

X stepped off the carpet.

"Right. So, I'm really sorry for calling yet another meeting.", X apologized.

"So, what's wrong, then?", Wels asked, his double armor gleaming.

"There.. may have been some things that have happened. First of all, there's been a prophecy that may signal even worse things for us.", X started.

"A what? Already?", Cub inquired, his vex-brows knitting together in questioning.

Tinfoil then spoke up. "Yesterday evening, there was a prophecy I was speaking. 'The Egos were locked away, far from any bay. They have broke out, and shall soon roam about. A rage of ice cold and phantoms will soon sweep through the lands, an army in their hands. A prison of rock, Any escape is blocked. Just as long as the light remembers.. When the chains and deep water rise, and embers ignite, the chains will rise and bring the night.'"

Tinfoil took in a stressed breath.

False was silent like the others.

"What does it mean, then?", False pushed.

Tinfoil shrugged helplessly. "I only speak them, I don't sew fate's hem."

Tango pounded his fists on a wall.

"What's the point then? What's the point if we don't even- AGH!", Tango said in frustration. 

Tango's body started sizzling.

Stress dug into her inventory and brought out a bucket of water.

False took it from her, lifted it high into the air, and poured it on Tango. "Calm down! You're not helping any body by setting the whole place on fire!", she scolded.

Tango nodded and took a few breaths.

"But that's not all. Yesterday, Keralis was killed by an arrow. He never returned.", X said loudly to grab everyone's attention.

Tango's hand ignited again, but it seemed weaker, almost as if he was angry at himself  instead.

(Ooh. Tango feel SORRY now??)

(ShUt Up....)

False looked curiously at him, but thought that just as long his whole body wasn't on fire, she'd be satisfied.

X looked at all of them. "And finally, I would like to reveal information that I once thought was not important."

False raised an eyebrow.

"It's about the 'Egos' Tinfoil mentioned in his prophecy. Whenever an Alter Ego is not in use, they are locked up in a stone prison. I think they are planning to lock us up in there once their full invasion succeeds."

X sinks down onto his carpet.

"But I don't know if we'll manage to stop them. They outnumber us.", he sighed.

"Look.", called out Scar, four parrots on his dead and exposed shoulders and head.

"They may outnumber us, but that does not mean they are better! We can still do this!", Scar rallied.

"Yeah!", False agreed.

X sighed as the other hermits agreed.

"Alright. Let's start a survival plan..", he slowly said.