AlrightthisismyfourthstorybutIdontcare-Lily's Hermitcraft Oneshots

Something To Hide

(Season 7) 

Everyone's born with wings here. The colors of your feathers determine your most defined personality trait, sometimes with splatters of other colors and traits. 

In Hermitcraft, however, Grian's the only who has wings, and even among his kind, his wings have always set him apart. But when a stranger tumbles from the sky, he learns to accept who he is, and be proud of it. 

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Grian sighed. His wings were threatening to unfurl, but he was at a hermit gathering. How would he explain something like this? 

And even among his old family and friends, they were a reminder of how different he was. When he'd last looked it up, golden wings didn't exist. But oh, they did. He had them. Not fully gold, with hints of copper, they stretched fifteen feet and could form a cocoon around himself. 

Back to the more pressing matter at hand, how would he put on his elytra? He'd taken it off for the time being, but with his wings, he'd definitely never be able to put them on. Would he chance it, and use his wings to fly? 

It was a long way, and he hadn't flown with his wings for a long time now, not since Evo. He doubted he'd be able to make it. 

Miraculously, he got his elytra on and flew all the way back to his mansion. Taking out his many shulkers of building materials, he set to work mapping out yet another layer up in the clouds. 

He shivered. It was cold this far up, but at least he'd be going down soon. He was almost done. 

As he swooped down gracefully with his elytra, his wings ached, wanting to unfurl. So he let them. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, someone was hurtling at a great speed from the sky, a freefall. 

"Ow," he heard someone mumble. "Th-that hurt..." The voice trailed off. 

He turned around to find someone new, someone he'd never seen on the server before. He quickly realized his wings were out, and tried to hide them. He couldn't. 

"Who are you?" he asked, a bit timid. "I thought Hermitcraft was invite-only." 

"I– I'm Lily. T-this is H-hermit... Hermitcraft?" 

"Look around you. It's my mansion, you've seen it?" The girl nodded. "S-so... you're G-Grian." A soft smile stretched across her face. "Your wings... th-they're golden." 

Grian sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm considered a freak." 

The girl– Lily– shook her head. "You're not the only one. Don't believe what they tell you." Saying so, she struggled to sit up and unfurled her own wings. 

Shimmering silver, with the ends bright white, her wings were almost as wide as his own. "Gold... gold means d-determination," she told him. "How do you know?" he asked. 

"Th-they say silver d-doesn't exist either, b-but here I am. They take you u-under custody if they f-find out. I just escaped, a week ago." 

She didn't look like she'd escaped anything. Her hair fell in light blonde waves, and her clothes weren't torn. Still, there were dark red spots on them, a sign of blood. 

She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a scar. It looked recent, and the wound that was there before was no doubt painful. She looked young, though, no more than fifteen. 

"They? Who are they?" Grian asked, confused. 

The girl winced. "Our rulers." And then, "Ow... my leg. I think I broke it." 

"Can you fly into the mansion? We can talk more there, and you can stay there for now." 

Lily nodded. She was a surprisingly strong flier for her age, and her wings beat in a steady rhythm. Grian used his wings as well, since no one was around to see, and they needed usage. 

"Alright," Grian said, as he handed Lily a roll of bandages. "What happened?" 

"They hunt you down and capture you. They take you to a prison underground with cells, and you don't have room to spread your wings. Sometimes they question you. Sometimes they... they hurt you." 

He could only imagine what she'd gone through. "So... what do your wings mean?"

She blinked. "Can we start with yours?"

Grian didn't know why she asked for that, but he agreed anyways. "You said gold means determination. Then what does the copper mean?" 

Lily scrunched up her face, thinking. "Forgiveness," she said finally. "You can forgive them. Forgive them of what they did to the rest of them, and show that mercy is an option as well." 

"But why should I? They've done horrible things and they deserved to be punished." 

Lily laughed. "They're our rulers, they can do whatever they want. Do you really think you can punish them on your own?" She had a point there. "But you can help me!"

"No. I can't. I'd be causing the destruction of our home." She looked down, saddened. "How? Why?" Confused was an understatement. 

"I'm a warrior angel hybrid. Don't ask me how. I'm guessing that's how I escaped them in the first place." 

Well, that was a shock. But it explained a lot, like why there was so much white on her wings. 

"And now my wings, I guess. The white is salvation. Comes from the angel side of me. Silver... they said it's suffering, back in the cells. Makes sense."

"We have to do something about it," Grian said, determined. "You can't do this alone. Our rulers have grown in power more than ever. You'll be overwhelmed if you return now," Lily said.

"Then we need the support of the hermits." 

WC: 918 words

Time spent: idk 3 hours or so

Part 2? Anyone? If you want a part two please comment or pm me and I'll start working on it!