Out of Your Control - a Hermitcraft AU

~ Chapter 1 ~

~ First chapter EEEEEEE-

Grian woke up with, arguably, the worst backache ever. He got out of bed, and stretching out his wings, put on his scarf. Even in the jungle, there was slight chill. Stepping out of his hobbit hole, Grian saw Scar wandering through his villager farm.

"Hey Scar!" he called to his neighbor.

"Hey G-man," he joked. He's been calling Grian that ever since he "helped" him kill the Wither a couple weeks ago.

"Whatcha doing? Don't you have your own villagers to trade with?"

"Yeah, but both you and Mumbo have moved farther away, and I'm just saying that the walking hamburgers aren't the best company," he shrugged, until he saw Grian wilt a little. "Hey, I was gonna stock up my terraforming shop, so maybe after I could help build up your mansion."

"OK!" he replied, suddenly chipper again. 

After about two hours of building with Scar, Grian headed back to his base, but on his way in he noticed a small minecart roll through the tunnel that connected his and Mumbo's starter bases. Excited he ran over and picked up the letter which read:

Hey G, 

Not sure if you heard, but X called everyone to have a server meeting. I'll meet you in the shopping district, 

Mumbo

Frowning, Grian tucked the letter into one of his chests and tried to find an explanation for why Xisuma would call all twenty-seven hermits to meet up, unless it was an emergency...

He shook off that thought, as well as his lilac-coloured wings and flew to the cowmercial district.

Xisuma was waiting for everyone on the original diamond platform, wearing a worried expression. Doc was standing beside him with his arms crossed and radiating negativity. False was climbing over the hills in the distance, walking towards the group. From what Grian could see from above, only Stress, Iskall and Cub weren't here yet. Landing down beside Mumbo, he saw that Doc was staring around at everyone suspiciously, as though he was assessing their threat level. 

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Iskall was busy building his giant tree when Stress flew up to the branches to come talk to him.

"Hey love!" she chirped, tucking her elytra behind her back (no their not in a relationship, she just says "hey love" to everyone). "Hey, I know that you're busy but we're needed by X sooo..."

"Oh? Why's that?"

Stress shrugged. "Oh by the way, have you seen my flower crown thingy? It blew off as I was flying."

"No... You didn't have to come up here though."

"Would you have been able to hear me from down there?" she retorted, pointing at the ground, which was hundreds of blocks below them.

"Fair point," Iskall replied, as they glided down the side of the trunk. When they reached the ground Iskall noticed a pile of flowers resting on a bush. "Hey, found your crown! Stress?" Turning around he saw that Stress had disappeared... in a matter of seconds. "Stress?!" He reached for his sword, readying for battle and called out again when a gaping black hole opened up below him.

MUAHAHAHHAAAHHHA!!! CLIFF HANGER!

I'm SOOOO evil...

(525 words)