Grian was checking through his barge, looking at all the sales and collecting the diamonds.
The sun was bright above him, shining a ray through the center part of the floating wooden building.
He couldnt help but stop every once in a while and think about what the voice had said.
They shouldn't underestimate you... what was that supposed to mean? Surely the other hermits didnt think of him like that.
They wouldn't just see him as an easy thing to push out of the way. Right?
The voice seemed to want him to get revenge. How was he supposed to do that?
Was it even worth it?
Questions kept swirling through his mind, clouding anything else out.
Maybe he should get revenge on the HEP. They had tried to burn all the mycelium in front of the resistance's eyes.
Thankfully that plan didnt work, but they had tried.
Tried to burn hours of work. That definitely deserved revenge. Deserved punishment. No- Grian was just thinking crazy again.
But his mind couldnt snap away from him causing pain to Scar. He tried to shake his head to get it out but it was if something was keeping it there.
And he couldnt help but feel a bit of satisfaction at the idea of causing hurt to the mayor.
Maybe 30 minutes later Grian had collected all the diamonds. He turned towards the center of the barge and crafted them into diamond blocks before adding them to the ever growing pile under the sand.
Grian suddenly heard a thump and he looked around him quickly, realizing that Welsknight had flown into the side entrance of the barge.
"Oh hey Grian." Wels said, his armor glinting in the sun that managed to get through the grey windows of the barge.
"Hi Wels." Grian greeted back. "Not much stalk right now. I need to re-fill! Anyways, I got to go. See ya!" Grian waved his hand at Wels. He ended the conversation early on purpose.
"Bye!" Wels said, and Grian spreaded his large wings. He flew out of the barge with a woosh.
Soaring above the shopping district, the sun brought out the different shades of Grians red wings.
He did a little loop, glad to feel the wind on his skin. He stopped in mid air and hovered at the same place, and the wind got pushed back and forth as his wings went up and down. He looked around for a second.
He could make out hermits walking around the streets. They stopped to chat, look inside shops, and check their stock.
Grian casted a look at the HEP factory that made the carbonated milk called Moopop.
Moopop was disgusting.
He let out a small huff. They couldnt let the HEP win. Looking back down, he spotted two figures walking down the stairs from the Town hall.
It was Scar and Cub.
Grian tightened his jaw and swiped his hand through his messy hair before putting it back down.
How was he supposed to get any sort of revenge with Cub behind Scar the whole way?
Grian knew that Cub was a very good aimer with a bow and arrow. Grian on the other hand couldnt PVP if he tried.
He flapped at the same place for a few seconds before flying back down and landing on one of the square spikes on the top of his barge.
He sat down and let his legs hang while thinking.
He was taking this all way too seriously. Sure, the HEP had done a few things, but that was what war costed right?
In fact he had basically been the one to start the war in the first place.
But a nagging still tore through him. It was a rapid current that wanted to demolish anything in its path. It made grian grip the side of the wood ledge he was on and narrow his eyes.
How could he think this was his fault? He only started the war in the first place because Scar had betrayed him at the beginning of the mayor race when he had run even though he knew Grian wanted Mumbo to win.
No, this wasnt Grians fault. This was Scars fault. And Grian was going to make him and everyone who aggreed with the mayor pay.
No matter the cost.
And from Grians brain being taken to one thought to another, he finally had his mind made up.
There would now be a punishment.
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Let me help you...
The voice suddenly came into Grians mind and he let out a yelp. He had been busy just thinking about how the war was going.
Right then he was in the lower part of his mantion.
Help me? Do what? Grian thought and to his suprize the voice answered.
Let me help you get your vengeance.
...How?
Just say the word and I can help you remember something very... special. You'll have all the necessary tools you will need. Powers even greater than the admin of your server. But, as everything, it has a cost...
That seemed very menacing. But for some reason Grian really wanted to say yes..
What is it? He asked.
I need you to take a large feather off your wing then burn it. Take the ashes of your feather and bury it.
Grian waited for more instructions but no more came. Thats... it?
That is all to compleate my side of the bargain. To make it work simply kill yourself by using the void. You can take your belongings off you. Make sure you wake up in a bed in your base. After that more power than you have ever dreamed of will come, and you will be able to defeat any enemy.
Grian stood and thought for a few minutes. Enemy? Were the other hermits actually enemies? But all he needed to do was burn a feather and bury it anyways. Then he could easily beat anyone who challenged him... they would be afraid of him.
For some reason that thought pleased Grian much more than it should have.
As night began to fall he took a feather from his wing and burned it. His shovel lost a tiny bit of durability, and Grian fell into the void.
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Grian woke up very soon after he died. In fact, when he opened up his watch the text was still there.
Grian fell into the void.
Mumbojumbo: oh! Did you loose all your stuff?
Renthedog: 0.o
Iskall85: Oh no!
Grian: Nope, luckily I didn't Mumbo
He closed his watch after that, ignoring the buzzes after. He was wondering what the voice had given him.
But something wasnt right about Grian. His eyes had a new reddish tint to them and he felt more... how could you explain it? Ready to do things? Maybe just willing to take more risks.
Grian got up and out of his bed, stretching his arms out wide.
He flew out of his base, reaching up into the air and free falling downward.
Night was still up; a black sky with specs of white stars showed.
He turned and landed on the ground again without a noise. Again he wondered what the voice had given him. If anything. It might have lied. Before he had fallen into the void it felt as if he had to do what the voice wanted even though he hadn't realized it. But now he felt more free. As if the voice trusted him.
Grian didnt know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But something told him without words that whatever the voice had gifted would come when Grian needed it. He just had to wait.
So wait he would do.
But for now he was ready to get his retribution.
And he didnt think what would happen if he hurt Scar. What his friends would think. What they would feel.
Grian wanted to fight. Right then. But-
Then something came without words. Again it made Grian want to cause suffering. Suffering.. he wanted a word more violent than that. But he didn't give himself time to think of one.
With a small smile he went into his portal, sword in hand, and his eyes shining.
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