Poisoned Mind

Chapter 5-Perspective

When Grian decided he would stay up in the clouds for a while, he didn't mean to stay there for 3 whole days. Of course, he liked it. The cool breeze at his back, the bright stars overhead. Or when it was day it traded an inky-blue backdrop of stars to a bright blue with a golden yellow cherry resting on top. 

He had always liked the sky. Maybe because of his connection to flight. But he didn't really know. The watcher city sky had always been a cold, empty purple that went on forever. It was like looking at something that represented your greatest fears. Yet it was just the sky, the fog, and the void of the end. What's so unsettling about that?

So why did he like the sky if the place he remembers it most from is nothing but an empty shell of happiness? He didn't know the answer to that. But he didn't want to think about it too much. It brought too many memories back...

Grian had to come down from the safety of the cotton clouds at some point. 

"Better do it now before I change my mind."

From sitting on top of the cloud, to now standing on it, made him feel strange. It was squishy, like a sponge. Yet soft, and sort of reminded him of quicksand, just without the quick part. It slowly ate his shoes, inch by inch. Of course, it went by slowly. He wouldn't fall through for a good while. 

He stood there and looked straight up into the sky, yearning to fly all the way up until he couldn't breathe anymore. Not because he wanted to die, but because he used to feel on the verge of death all the time. The feeling of an invisble, unwanted hand tightly choking him of course scared him, but after a while it slowly got into his routine. He liked to look on the bright side of things. His bright side to getting choked everyday? The knowledge that he would almost die, but overcome it. Because he knew in his heart that the Watchers would never actually kill him. He was too valuable to him....or something along those lines. 

However in an instant, the world seemed to suddenly melt away. His head just fell through the cloud he was standing on. He had been staring off for half an hour, at best. 

It all happened so fast. The ground came so fast. It seemed to sneak up on him like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Only this time the mouse was clumsy, and fell into it's demise. The ground already accepted Grian's fate. But he didn't. He didn't want to die. He just wanted to feel like he was dying. Not actually die. 

He tried to save himself. He was one of the last people who would die from a high place. That was usually Scar's job. However the elytra never cought the wind. And his hands were so clammy he kept dropping the rockets, watching them fall to the ground beneath him. 

Grian fell from a high place

And then suddenly, straight down into the ground like a pin, he landed. His items exploded everywhere. Leaving some to float aimlessly on the ground, waiting for it's owner to reclaim them. However, some did not land on the ground where the puff of smoke was clearing. No, some found new homes in the inventories of other Hermits. Those Hermits, who were having a nice stroll around the shopping district, and watched their missing friend fall out of the sky, and fall in between them 

╎ᒲ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍; Capital City of Watcher's End

"What do you want from me, 'Oh all mighty Watcher'." 

"Oh watch you're tounge, ||𝙹⚍ ∴ᒷᔑꖌ, ⚍ᓭᒷꖎᒷᓭᓭ ⎓∷ᒷᔑꖌ."