All bad things start with storms,
So when a freak storm appears on the server it's no wonder things go wrong. After Grian ends up in an unfortunate accident he wakes up to find himself in an unrecognisable forest with no memory of his past events and unusual powers that he feels he shouldn't have anymore, along with some troubling side effects.
As he tries to remember what happened to him and who this mysterious white eyed figure that is always nearby is, he makes new friends under a new, or rather old name.
He begins to wonder what his old life was like, and if it really mattered,
Will he be able to remember what happened before something horrible happens, or will he go on his own path, unaware of everything he's leaving behind
[this is not a ship fic, sorry if you came here for any of that
[this is me the to be a tragic story line and may have a few disturbing topics including gore and various mental health issues
[Reader discretion is advised
(Yes there will be a few Oc's in this story but nothing that changes the HermitCraft cannon too much)
She was the one that was going to teach him what affection was, what being loved felt like.
And he was going to teach her how thrilling a secret can be.
I do not own any of the obx characters.