HermitCamps (Book 1- Done) [A HermitCraft AU]

Foresight of the Future

VintageBeef's POV:

Was I lying when I said I was having a great dream? Yes.

Did I accidentally let it slip and made everyone confused? Yes.

The dream was weird, I was floating in the darkness, surrounding me was some cave walls, there was a pit... no, a void here, a harsh wind was sucking me into the void, I held onto some rocks for dear life

The void seemed to be laughing at me. A harsh voice that sounds as if it has not spoken for over a million years, it said:

"Don't try to avoid fate! Come!"

I tried to speak, as soon as I did, this pressure washed over my head, one of my hands slipped from the rock I was holding onto.

The voice laughed and a billon other voices appear and taunted me:

"Look at this boy!" "Poor unclaimed little thing!" "You're sad. You're lonely." And it went on and on.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to end this terrible dream and the only way I could end it was if I get-go of the rock.

But I didn't. I tighten my grip on the rock and the tough surface of the rock cut through my palm.

It continued for a bit, the taunting getting louder and louder and my grip losing. Then, finally.

The rock broke loose and I fell into the void.

I always thought that voids are supposed to be dark and cold places, but when I fell, it was very bright, so bright it blinded me. the air pressure suddenly changed, and my ears popped.

I was in a white and empty void. I was standing on a symbol that looked like the sun and moon together. I took a step backward then suddenly there was sound.

I span around too fast and fell on my butt. But there was some writing here, it was in Greek, but somehow, I understood it. It wrote:

Find the question of the flames,

Then go and fight the light.

Twenty-four will rise and turn,

The Gates will open, and this chapter begins.

Then I got rudely woke up by Grian's air-horn.

Anyways, skipping forward a bit, the Camp was basically a small buffet at breakfast, there were twenty-two people in total.

Everyone seemed to know each other, and everyone looked so... well normal that I would have never thought they are all children of gods at first sight.

The food was arranged nicely on a table, all the hermits were everywhere talking and eating.

Zed pulled me to the table to stare at the delicious-looking food and Grian and just looked at us enjoying ourselves, Xb was talking to a hermit, one I have never seen.

That hermit was tall, he had well-groomed black hair, and a mustache that looked fake, he wore a three-piece suit and neatly ironed pants, his pockets seemed to have a lot of machine parts in them.

Xb was asking him questions, he asked:

"Wait, you're the Mumbo?"

The hermit whose name is Mumbo answered: "Yep, yep, yep. The others have been talking about some new hermits, I am asking if that's you three?"

He had a bit of a British accent as he talked.

Xb nodded and reached out his hand: "Oh yeah, I'm XbCrafted or just Xb."