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Grian woke up. It was supposed to be a normal day: wake up, eat food, and finish a few builds, but the universe had other plans for him.
He stood up and went to grab something from his bedside table, but missed. He tried and missed again. Something's up was his first thought. All he could tell was his perception was completely off for everything and his eyesight was kind of fuzzy. Please not today, I have stuff to do today! He put a hand on the wall and walked to the door. He felt along with it until he found the handle. He followed his walls to his bathroom, where he had a mirror.
The issue was right in the middle of his forehead, and panic set in. He had an extra eye. He took a second look at himself to see if there were any more, and the more he looked, the more he found. They were dotted all across his body like freckles; every inch of exposed skin had an eye. Each eye sparkled in a different colour, they would be ethereal if they were connected to them. He smoothes his feathers over even the mention of them had Grian on guard.
It was one of the worst days for his magic to flare up like this as well. He was meant to meet Scar later to hang out, but how could he hang out if he's covered in eyes? I'm sure Scar won't mind, will he? Deciding that his best option would be to pop Scar a message, he sat down to do just that.
*Your whispering GoodTimesWithScar*
Grian : Hey Scar, somethings come up and I can't meet up later.
Scar : All good.
Scar : Do you wanna find another time that suits you?
Grian : Once this is over, I don't see why not.
*You've stopped whispering GoodTimesWithScar*
Grian let out a sigh of relief, letting the breath he didn't know he was holding escape into the morning air. Hopefully, this means he'll be left alone all day to try to wrangle his magic back under lock and key. He knew it probably wasn't the healthiest to just lock it in a metaphorical box, but the only other way to deal with his magic was to use it, and he was not becoming one of them. His feathers puff up even at the thought of them and their ridiculous ideals and logic.
Ever since the Life Games started, his magic flares have been happening more often and for longer; it's probably to do with him being around more watcher magic again and more magic in his system in general. How he wishes his life could be simple again like it was in the weeks before Evos end.
Gods, he hates what they did to him. They made him not a player but not a watcher either, and he hates it. He hates not having a place where he belongs. Yes, HermitCraft is in his home, but there's no one like him, no one he can talk about all this to, and he hates it. He hates keeping secrets from the server but is also afraid in case they find out. Watchers are notorious for destroying servers, and he's afraid of losing the only home he's had for a long time.
His wings curl around him as he loses himself in what-ifs and what could have been. He's so lost in his head that he doesn't hear the knock on his front door. Who is knocking on his front door? Well, it's none other than HermitCrafts admin Xisuma.