The Hermits shared a bond of trust and camaraderie, but there was one thing that had remained a mystery-Xisuma's appearance beneath his ever-present space suit. He had never once removed his helmet or armor in front of anyone. The curiosity surrounding it grew over time, with whispers of what lay under the suit. No one was more intrigued, or concerned, than Keralis.
Keralis had always been the observant one, noticing the subtle signs that something wasn't quite right. Xisuma's movements were stiff, and the suit, though impressive, looked increasingly worn. The helmet, especially, appeared to be in desperate need of repairs, and the weight of the armor surely took a toll on his body. Keralis couldn't help but worry. Staying in that suit for extended periods couldn't be healthy, no matter how resilient Xisuma was. The pressure of the heavy armor and the way the helmet seemed to restrict his movements only added to his concern.
Despite the mystery, Keralis never pressed. He respected Xisuma's privacy, knowing that trust was sacred among the Hermits. But that didn't stop him from wondering: What if there was more to the story? What if Xisuma wasn't just hiding his appearance, but something deeper-something personal?
The thought nagged at Keralis. The space suit was an enigma, and Xisuma's insistence on wearing it at all times only fueled his curiosity. What would it take to get Xisuma to take it off, even just for a moment? He wasn't sure, but one thing was clear: Keralis would do whatever he could to ensure Xisuma wasn't silently struggling in that suit, even if it meant confronting the one mystery he couldn't quite solve.
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Don't start a resistance.
It's hard to not but Grian can't just start a resistance in every single season. Right?
Eventually, finding himself a corner in one of the rocks to reassure himself that he didn't need to start a resistance. Sitting there, minutes on end. He just can't help it.
However everytime he's there, he would feel a weird sensation. As if something is telling him, he must start a resistance. Surely it can't be anything right? Grian was sure that the sculk doesn't spread unless a mob dies near it right? So it mustn't be the sculk. What can it be then?
Eventually it got even worse. From a sensation, it changed into voices. Everytime he was in the shopping district, something would tell him to set the whole place on fire or blow it up or kill everyone.
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This is not my first story since I started another one a few days back but lost motivation and it eventually felt like a chore. So I have basically 1% more experience than I had back then.
Hope you enjoy this.
Since I don't want to pressure myself this is the release time for chapters:
A week: usually 1 or less or more chapters out, just based on my motivation and what's going on for me rn, I have a life too lol.
Anyways. Hoping I don't delete this one like the other lol, also planning to make at LEAST 25 chapters. Each will also be at LEAST 650 words. So ye. I guess cya if you read this?
Update: I'll be adding tags as we go and yes, my plots may suck and I usually don't plan how the story goes unlike people with an actual brain that has braincells in it, unlike me.