Grian was just minding his own business, dancing around the treetops in his jungle home, when disaster struck. HCBBS. No one knew what it meant, until they arrived. The Dream SMP. And even worse, some of them had the same powers the Hermits had, in a world where no powers should be doubled. Will this work out? What sparks will the two groups create? And what about the even more powerful beings, watching from a faraway kingdom? Watch these three kingdoms clash together and create sparks brighter than what anyone has seen. THANK YOU TO @Pillopuppy FOR MAKING THE AMAZING COVER ART! TYSM :D ⚠~Warnings~⚠ Swears (some) Ships (will be explained in the introduction) Blood Disclaimer: I do not own the Dream SMP or Hermitcraft, nor any of the characters in this story except for River.

Xisuma finds an unknown portal in the center of the shopping district. Every hermit is invited to enter together. Grian had preferred to stay behind to work on his base, not having a good feeling about the portal. Once all the hermits go through the portal, they find out some new things about their little prankster hermit.

follow the story of Miles, Elianna, Eve, Zander, Tristan, Leïa, Charlotte and Aspen as the navigate the world of the greek gods. adventure, action and romance heavily inspired by Rick Riordan's style of writing. - written by me and me brother (i'm on the hidden oracle and he's read all of them)

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

Grian was running, running, and running. He'd been running for so long. Too long. His legs ached, his wings throbbing in pain from the many arrows that had been fired in his direction. But he knew he had to escape. Grian had gotten caught searching through [∷ᒷ↸ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ᒷ↸]'s chests, and had found something he was obviously never meant to see. Tucking the golden pendent in his shirt, Grian stopped running for a quick second, summoning his violet and black colored magic. He shot a blast behind him, causing the people who had been chasing him to faulter, a few falling backwards. The runaway pooled all his magic to his hands, creating a portal in front of him. "Goodbye, End." He quickly jumped though the slightly ominous red magic creation, leaving his home behind him and leaping into a brand new server.