-If y'all are waiting for a update I'm afraid you'll have to wait- Things have been weird for a while now And Grian hasn't been acting normal lately, is it because of evil xisuma? Poultry man? Or something more. :Note everyone is living in Minecraft and no respawning I also can't remember who is in hermitcraft so help me please:

"The wind under my wings made me feel free, memories of the past floding back to me. Were they happy memories? No. But that didn't matter now, I- no, We are safe now, and I intend to keep it that way." This is my first fanfiction, so please don't expect to much of me. There might be some shipping, but no smut. Please just ignore spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language.

Grian never meant to get involved. What began as a simple attempt to protect his friends Taurtis and Sam spiraled into a nightmare he could no longer control. Lies piled upon lies, secrets bled into desperation, and when the truth finally surfaced, it shattered everything. Taurtis was dead. Sam had lost his sanity. And Yuki wanted blood. Hunted, injured, and running out of places to hide, Grian found himself trapped in a chaos he never created yet was forced to carry. Every step forward only tightened the noose, and when escape became impossible, death felt inevitable. But fate intervened. In the moment he should have died, something went wrong. Reality fractured and Grian was torn from his world, thrown into an unfamiliar land called Hermitcraft. A place of towering builds, strange rules, and people who knew nothing of the horrors he fled. A second chance... or another trap. With his past still clawing at his mind and danger potentially following him through the cracks between worlds, Grian must decide whether Hermitcraft will be his sanctuary or the final stage of his descent.