Grian laughed as yet another of one of Scar's spell-potion combos failed to work, and instead of giving him the pure white diamond he garnered turned the piece of stone into an animal. Just like the dozen that came before it. You see Scar had wanted to really show his thanks to Bdubs for his help in the campaign by giving him the most unique item he could think of, which happened to be a white diamond.

"Maybe we should give him some rare animal instead, since that seems to be going better than the diamond." Grian snickered, watching Scar start the potion brewing process once again.

"It's not that easy!" The scarred man defended, green eyes narrowing at his neighbor, "And I'd like to see you try something like this!"

"No-can-do!" Grian chirped happily, his let out dirty blonde hair tickling at his cheeks, "Not my field of magic I'm afraid."

Scar blinked up at him, eyes shining with curiosity, "You have magic?"

The gremlin grinned down at him, "Don't know, do I? Or am I just saying I have magic?"

"I don't think I want to know." The terraformer shuddered, images of what Grian could do with magic flashing in his head. Yeah no let's not think about that.

"You don't." Scar had by then turned back to his brewing, which meant he didn't see Grian summoning a fidget cube out of thin air, and he just assumed the other had it in his pocket when he turned back around and noticed it.

They spent the rest of the day just sitting there and brewing, the shulkers piled full with failed potions growing by the minute, with the brewing being done by Scar and sitting by Grian. By dinner time Grian had even set up a small outdoors kitchen, because no way in hell was he letting Scar work without food in his system.

They ate what Grian had prepared, which was just a simple pasta salad, before starting to wrap everything up. They'd come to the agreement that they'd continue in the morning, and sort through everything made today to keep the shulker box count low. Scar was putting away some of his favorite potions up on a few shelves he'd installed in Larry, being sure to label them properly. Who knows when you might want to turn a rock into a cat for a few hours?

Grian was just delivering the last of the potions when he tripped over a stray shulker he hadn't noticed and fell into the wall, thankfully he managed to save himself from falling over. But he didn't manage to save himself from the potion that fell onto his head and cracked, the glowing, golden yellow potion slowly running down from his head. The inside of Larry was silent as both owner and guest watched with wide eyes as the potion dripped, neither moving for a few seconds. But Grian soon started to curl up, knees buckling and making him fall to the floor, and Scar rushed into action. He took out the bucket he always carried with himself and set it down, quickly finding a cloth to use, "Hang on Grian, I'll try washing it off, you'll be okay."

But the dirty blond couldn't hear a word that was said, ears filled with constant ringing. His nerves were on fire, but it didn't hurt, in fact it was more like feeling the sun beating down on you full force than being ablaze. Grian tried to focus, tried to hear and feel what Scar was doing to help him, but he couldn't. He tried again and again, but it was all just the same. Finally he just let sleep take him, the sleepiness having crept in from all his failed attempts, and everything faded to black.

In the world of the awake Scar as panicking, running around trying to find something that could help. Which he didn't know what to even look for, because what the hell are you supposed to do when your fronds becomes a damn fennec fox?! Well make sure he can't escape for one, was something Scar realized after he'd gone down to find something for Grian to more comfortably sleep on and came back to find Larry empty.

His eyes widened as he threw himself outside, narrowly missing faceplanting, and ran up to Guard Jellie, the real Jellie jumping down with him, "So did a small big eared fox run by here?" He didn't understand what the cat said, but Jellie did and he understood her (well not with speech, but he gets her on a deep level if that explains anything) so he got a yes, a yes that Grian was indeed a small fox on the run in Hermitcraft. "I'm screwed."

In the Nether Grian was trotting around just exploring everything from this new angle, and also enjoying the sharper eyesight. I'm finally not blind without contacts or glasses! The man-turned-fox happily thought, deliberately avoiding thinking about losing the sharp sight once he turned back. The fox let out a squeak as gloved hands picked him up by the midsection, fur fluffing up as to appear bigger. Grian was brought close to a warm chest, the person holding him's grip changing to hold him just with one arm whilst the other hand moved to stroke his back, "Hey calm down now, I'm not going to hurt you."

Grian blinked, Wels? No, it couldn't be, Wels didn't wear dark gray armor. He looked further up and was met with a pair of red eyes and a scaled freckled face, he didn't know who this was, but maybe whoever he was he was in some way related to Wels. I mean, he was a near carbon copy save for a few things! Maybe, maybe he was like NPG? A man made copy that didn't go as planned. Well, whatever he was, one thing was for sure, he sure knew how to give good pets.

This was the last thing Hels had expected to find in the Nether, much less the entire server, but here he was. With a fennec fox cradled in his arms. He didn't even know how to take care of a plant, much less an animal! So why was he doing this? Why was he holding this animal like precious china? He was the dark opposite of Wels for crying out loud! A being from a realm of pure hate and anger, and yet here he was. He frowned in though as he left the hidden portal he'd made to his own little "base". It was really just a small cottage he'd made for himself, but it served its purpose well.

"Now what do you like to eat?" Hels asked the small fox in his arms, only receiving a long stare in return, "Right, you're an animal, can't talk."

The furred animal huffed and jumped out of his arms, landing on his feet on the kitchen table with grace. From there he jumped to the counter under the cabins, which he then tried to jump for.

Hels, catching on, opened the door and helped the small animal up, "You better not do anything to this place." All he got was a high pitched bark for an answer, and another bark when the little thing apparently found what it was looking for. Hels walked over to pick up the item it had picked, his bowl of berries (don't ask why they were in the cabinet, they just were), "You want this? Don't you eat meat or something?" A growl made him raise his arms slightly in surrender, "Okay I get it, you like berries, then you will get berries. But I'm still giving you meat, just to be safe."

Grian nodded his head, satisfied to have gotten his way, and started munching on some of the blueberries as Hels went to get some meat. By the time the clone was back the fox was almost done with the berries that were in the bowl. "That's enough for you now." Hels said as he picked the creature up with one hand, the other putting down the plate of raw cow meat. He ignored Grian's protests and put the bowl away, and took a pair of silverware from a drawer, "You have to eat some meat too."

The man-turned-fox gave him a 'I really don't think that's how it works' look as he impatiently swung his tail back and forth. "I don't care, you're still eating it. I can tell you're still hungry. I mean look at how thin you are!" Hels commented as he cut up the steak, Grian having been placed down on the table with a stern look of 'stay', red eyes glancing at the fic out of the corner of his eyes critically. "Whoever owns, or brought you here, obviously don't know shot how to take care of an animal. Especially if I, a goddamn evil clone, can look after you better!"

The violet eyed fox puffed up at the thin comment, but didn't do anything about it. Sure he was on the slimmer side, but he wasn't that thin! His huffing was noticed, and quickly appeased, by Hels who feed him small stripes of meat. As Grian ate the dark scaled drake watched him with curious eyes. "Who do you belong to? And are you a boy or a girl? I feel a bit bad calling you 'it' even in my head."

Grian had no idea how to answer the first, he was neither owned by anyone nor did he know how to say it, but he could answer the second question. He first pointed at himself with one paw, and then trotted up and patted Hels in his chestplate. His way of saying that he was a male.

Thankfully Hels was clever enough to figure it out, which was a relief to both since neither wanted to check Grian's gender the good old way.

"A boy huh? Well nice to know. Got a name to you? Or is that too hard to tell?" Grian was contemplating just pointing at wheat or something of the kind, but decided against it for obvious reasons. So instead he patted Hels again, telling him to pick.

Hels picked up the furred Hermit around the midsection Lion King style and looked him in the eyes, red staring back at violet, "Want me to name you, huh? Well I promise to do my best." He held the fox gently as he walked to his bedroom, intent on looking through the books he had there on search for a good name. It took him a while to find a name he liked, but finally he found one, "Cadmean, the other name for the Teumessian fox; the fox which would never be caught."

Grian gave a happy chirp at the name, he really liked it! Hels smiled at the foxes happy sound, glad the little fox had liked it so much. He then retreated to the living room with a book, the now newly named Cadmean curling up in his lap before falling asleep.

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Back in the main Hermit lands Scar had informed everyone about fox Grian being missing, and a server wide search has begun. No one knew that he was safe with someone, someone they'd never want him with. And Grian didn't know the man that had found him was "evil" or that he had swore the destruction of the server. No, to him Hels was just a nice Wels look alike who gave him a cool name.

But the question is, what will happen when someone does find him? Well, why don't you ask Wels? He knows first hand after all. 

<Sorry that this is a day late, I didn't have time to finish it yesterday due to all the packing we had to do. But it's done now! And with a cliffhanger to boot ;3 Who knew my Greek mythology useless knowledge would come in handy in a Hermitcraft fanfiction? 

Anyway with nothing else to add I bid you all goodbye for now! So stay safe and have a wonderful time everyone!>