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Grian woke up expecting a normal Tuesday morning. Get out of bed, have some breakfast, and plan some builds. All normal things for the average day on Hermitcraft; however, fate had other plans for how it wanted to see Grians Tuesday pan out.
When he opens his eyes, streams of morning light drift through the curtains to greet him. He stands up, planning to open his curtains, but he runs into a slight problem; he can’t see straight. It’s like looking through kaleidoscope lenses; the image of the world around him fractures and splits thousands of times over, and he feels unbalanced. He takes a deep breath. Calm down; you know what’s happening. Is this the mantra he keeps repeating. After a moment, he finds his balance again, and his head is clear enough to think everything through. I need to check how many eyes. Yeah, that should be the first thing I do.
A plan forms, and he sits back down on his bed. He lifts his right arm and brings it up to his face. He fans his fingers out and gently drags it across his right cheek. He finds nothing, and he lets out a small breath. He repeats this process with his left hand and left cheek. This time he finds one extra eye underneath his normal left one. He cringes; that’s not great; that’s not good. Extra eyes on the face are the hardest to hide, but at the moment, there’s nothing he can do. He checks his forehead for eyes and finds one right above the bridge of his nose, even more awkward than the last. He lets out a tired sigh. He wasn’t in the mood for this so early in the morning.
He assumed the rest of the eyes were on his arms, legs, and torso. He knew they weren’t on his hands; those have a distinct feeling when the skin flexes and bends. He also knew they weren’t on his wings for the same reason; his feathers normally poke the eyes, but there was none of that, so he’d air on the side of clear.
I was thankful today was his free day, so he could just stay at home and try to sort his magic out and figure out why it flared without warning on a random Tuesday of all days. He hadn’t called on it for more than a week, so that could be part of the reason, but he doubted that was all of it; there had to be a catalyst of some sort.
He lies back down in his bed, breathing out a long sigh. He takes one of his pillows and covers his head, wanting to go back to sleep before having to deal with the issues his eyes cause him. He began to run through all the causes he could think of, slowly lulling himself to sleep.
There was rapping on Grian's door, but he was sleeping soundly, so nobody answered. The knocking became more instant. Grian continued to sleep.
Who was knocking at the door? Well, it was none other than Hermitcraft's very own admin, Xisuma, and he was here to tell Grian about the Severs major security issue that was currently happening. He couldn’t leave until he told Grian, for both their sakes.