HOwdy y'aLl, I'm quite surprised at the amount of stars this book has! I'm glad that people enjoy my stories about minecraft as much as I do myself. Lately, my head has been hurting a lot more and my emotions are kinda just all over the place so I had to spend almost 3 days on just writing this chapter alone. Normally it takes maybe 1 or 2 hours but not this one! Anyways, the angst is coming in! this is one of the only few pieces of art that I actually like from my book. thanks for reading my trash :,D

Their here

burning is fury

keep an out, young hermit

For we are Watching

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Grian and Moth got up, Moth lending their hand to their smaller watcher friend, who gladly took it and stood beside eachother. It had been so long since the mothboy had felt real friendship or been close to anyone who wasn't themselves or.... let's not dwell on that...

The two just stood there for a bit, letting the now beginning night breeze blow their hair and features. Moth began frowning, catching Grian's attention "what's up?", Mothxiety flinched "Something just feels odd... like something is gonna happen...".

The two watchers looked at eachother before an intense beeping sound came from the red wearing hermit's communicator. He picked it out of his pockets, gazing down at the frightening message.

<XisumaVoid> Grian, something is happening in the shopping district, can you and moth come quickly over here?

The two exchanged worried looks before they blasted off, small rocket bursts leaving behind them...

As they rounded to the district, the smell of ash and campfire hit them harder than it could beforehand, even with an occasional fire or campfire; it was never this intense.

Now getting a better look at the place, it wasn't normal at all....

Large flames crackled through the streets, ashes and small particles flowing through the night air. Moth covered their mouth, all of there hardwork throughout the last couple of months was now burning like it was nothing.

Grian looked around for his fellow hermits, spotting them near the water on a small wooden platform. He grabbed their friend by the shoulders and flew down to his friends, joining them on the floating platform.

"What... What happened?!" Grian managed to ask, some of his voice was now littered in small coughs due to the now closing air. TFC from the back just shrugged "I was just heading over to get some materials for my bunker when I noticed a huge fire swallowing most of our shops!", Mothxiety looked at the elder hermit with sympathy before looking over at Grian.

"Gri, I'ma ask you to go ahead and look for anything or anyone inside any shops" Mothboy directed, the bird in returned nodded before using his wings to burst himself off the ground without flapping. "What can we do?" Mumbo walked over, his hooves clicking against the wood, "Well, I'd like some of y'all to watch the skies for anything... unlike what you normally see" the moth pointed towards the sky above the inferno.

Grian felt the warm air cling to him, an increasingly annoying and hot as hell glow coming off of the fires. He stopped in the middle of the blazing inferno, glancing around the swallowed area, ashes and particles dancing in the air and the sound of crackling ambers below.

The bird spotted a small area on the ground, landing softly on the path. He looked around but to not see anything, he began using his wings to boost him off, beginning to glide to another landing area. 

While mid-air, something hit his head.

it caused him to just fly there in place...

Everything began to become echo-y and blurry, everything now seeming farther away than they actually were. The world seemed to slow down around him, he glanced down at his hands,  what was happening..?

"We are here"

Grian whipped around, trying to find the source of the voice, only to see the dark night sky.

"we see you"

He looked back around, panic began boiling up inside of him.

"they aren't your friends"

The bird looked at his hands, pulling them closer to his head. He covered his ears, pressing them into them.

"stop it..."

"your hurting them"

"no...no I'm n-not"

"your lying to yourself"

"I'm not h-hurting anyone..."

Grian felt hands grab onto his wrists, those same hands began holding tighter. He inhaled sharply as his hands were removed from his ears and were put out in front of him, he opened his now tear full eyes to look at his hands.

"they aren't your friends"

Grian felt his tears begin making their way down his face, he looked up from his hands to see... them... a young looking person wearing that mask, their Auburn hair flowing down and having a deep glow reflecting from the golden red blazes.

"we can help you..."

"You just gotta let me in..."

Moth and the rest of the hermits began making their way through the flames, settling them with cold water buckets they'd collected while they waited for Grian to return with anything he'd found... yet he wasn't back yet...

Mumbo and Iskall were some of the first hermits to worry about him, their worries leading for the others to worry too. Moth and them had made up a new plan: go in with water buckets, try to salvaged anything that was left and find Grian. 

They had made their way through, re-using the water to sizzle out any other flames. They walked closer and closer to the middle of the district, looking to the skies for any signs of their winged friend but to avail. The group finally got to the middle, still no Grian...

Mothxiety stepped in front of everyone, speed walking to a few blue, yellow and greenish-blue feathers who were just laying around, no Grian in sight.

Mumbo stepped closer, leaning down to see them better. He gave a small gasp "Grian was here... where is he right now?", Moth picked two of the colourful feathers. They ran their small hands through them, sensing a strong use of magic... a certain kind of magic all too familiar to the moth and the bird...

"it was them"