Hermitcraft one-shots

A soul of gold judged by death

Many of the dead team disapproved of Grian refusing to trap the Dragon Bros, but Scar saw no problem with it. I mean, you'd have to be a fool to think Grian would change his loyalties just like that. It was obvious to see how protective Grian got when the other Bros were brought up in Demise related discussions. Many members of the dead team tried to convince him to trap them, but he remained adamant as to not betray them.

At first Scar had been among them, confused as to why Grian went out of his way to go against the rules he himself had made. But then Scar spied in on a little get together of the group, and suddenly it all clicked.

They hadn't started a cult (as many other Hermits believed), nor had they started a group/team. No, they had started a family.

A family they wouldn't be broken by this little game that was going on. And he meant it, Scar had seen how protective the dead Dragon Bros where of their living members. Hell, Grian downright growled at Ren when he said that the Dragon Bros bunker needed to be trapped (again).

At first Ren had been shocked, and then furious. But he was quickly shut up by the double death glare he was given from False and Grian, plus Grian's growled, "I started this game, and I can damn well end. So you better watch yourself, Grim"

And it was at that point people started to wonder; How had Grian got the game working? It couldn't have been X, Grian never went to him other then to tell him about the game itself. So how did he do it?

Many wondered, yet few knew. The Dragon Bros knew, of course they did, and they were the only ones.

And the truth? Simple really: Grian was a Judge.

Now, what's a Judge? Well, their beings said to have both the power to kill, but also revive. The power to take a life and then give it back. They were also said to be the people who the Grim reapers where based on, but that wouldn't be true. Since the Reapers lead the souls to the realm of the dead, they where no judges of souls.

The Judges on the other hand, were, if your dying they judged if you deserve to live or die. But that only works if it's really not your time to die yet, if this is the last time you'll be alive then so it would be. No one messed with the fate of death, no one.

But as stated before, no one knew except the Bros. And that's how it should have remained.

It didn't.

Something went wrong, horribly wrong. It was during a rather tense server meeting that Tango and Impulse ran in, tears in their eyes and a limp Zedaph in their arms.

"He won't wake up!" sobbed Tango, tears running down his gray cheeks, "He respawned just fine, but he won't wake up! And his pulls is so weak"

Grian immediately ran up to him, quite words in Galactica leaving his mouth in fast sentences. He placed a hand over Zedaph's heart, the usual beating of it quite, almost not even there.

"Get my scepter," said Grian to Bdubs, eyes and hand never leaving Zedaph's limp form, "And hurry, I can't hold him here forever"

The gray scaled (not dead, his scales where just gray) Hermit gave a quick nod before running out of the room, and with a powerful flap of his lean wings where speeding towards the Dragon Bro bunker.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Impulse, voice wavering as he glanced down at his fallen blond teammate.

"He's dying," said Grian simply, no emotion in his voice or on his face. It was blank, an unpainted canvas ready to be filled with emotions.

Silence fell over the group after Grian said those words. But the silence was soon broken by Tango, his loud sobs echoing around the room. He kept whispering "not again", "I can't lose him too" and "he hasn't done anything to deserve this!" Among other things, but that was something that could wait for later.