[✔] The Watcher's Downfall ORIGINAL (Hermitcraft Fanfiction)

Chapter 12. Revealed

(oh my god you guys got so mad. if you hated me for that... you guys are going to kill me after this-)

POV: Grian
Location: Hermitcraft

I gasped in pain as an arrow shot and stuck in the middle of my chest. Everyone looked at me in terror as I fell to my knees, eyes wide in panic. Mumbo and Iskall cried out, trying to reach me. Admins tried to hold them back, but they got to me after fighting them for a second or two. Head Watcher's laugh rang through the server.

"Well, little one, everyone eventually has their downfall." My eyebrows furrow as I realize he doesn't know who I am. He's been using range weapons and has stayed far away. He hasn't seen my face yet. He doesn't recognize my clothing because I was wearing diamond armor. I could use that to my advantage.

I got light headed and started to see black. My breathing slowed down... but I was determined to not die. Not now, at least.

"We don't have a medic!"

"Anyone have healing potions?!"

"Don't die, oh God, please don't die!"

"Can anyone heal? Does anyone know any healing?!"

Voices yelled over each other, getting louder and louder. I look to the side and see the edge of the cliff was closer than earlier. Mumbo and Iskall were begging me to not die on them. I push them away. I ripped the arrow out of my chest, much to everyone's horror. Yes, it hurt, but it was so I could fully heal it later.

The two other Architects try to approach me again. I kicked them away, knocking the wind out of both of them. I look at them with an apologetic look. They can't see me healing myself just yet.

I take my chestplate off, it dripping blood. I store it into my inventory. I felt my life draining quickly. I was still on the floor, sitting in a vulnerable position.

Time was ticking. I was losing blood quickly.

I put a hand to my chest, hiding it by turning away from everyone. I could heal injuries like these because we did that in training. As my hand glows, fixing the wound, I crawled to the edge of the cliff. I look back at the Head Watcher's position. I smirked and jumped off [dont do this please]. The reason I do this is because it's easier to fly if I'm falling or have a moving start.

I heard everyone panic as I fall. I slip my sweater off. This sweater wouldn't allow my wings to fully come out. It would rip the clothing if I tried. It did in the past and I learned from that mistake.

I let my wings come out of my back. My wound was completely healed. The only obvious sign that I was shot was the hole in my sweater and the faint scar I had. I pushed my wings downward, finally able to use them. They were cramping up as the fight went on. As I flew above the cliff edge, I heard gasps of surprise. I laugh at their reactions, smiling in joy as I hover slightly above everyone. I slip my the rest of my armor off. My smile quickly fades as Head Watcher approaches us, coming out of the trees. His communicator was out, flashing an angry red.

"Impossible!" Head Watcher snarled. His voice echoed through the world, making everyone flinch. He was wearing the same clothing as last time. This time his hood was down (like at the admin meeting), and he was holding a sharp diamond sword.

"Sure, Kyle. Whatever you say." I smirk back. I land on the grass, everyone moving away from me. It was a clear path between Kyle and myself. I approach him with my hands behind my back, smirking at the fear in his eyes. That fear quickly became anger as he bared his teeth at me like a wild animal.

"A thorn in my side that I'll quickly take care of." He said, flashing his diamond sword at me. I stretch my wings out, and he backed away slightly.