Grian woke up staring at the ceiling he could hear the voice of the watchers that plagued his nightmares every night. You would think he would be scared by this but, he was used to the voices at this point.

Grian sat up trying not to fall out of bed because of his precarious placement. It was pitch black out, he swore at himself quietly. He got up kicking his sulkers aside "Dammit why can I never sleep!"

He jumped down into his villager trading pit startling the sleeping villagers. He started going down the line getting emeralds. His mind was racing with thoughts, but he was stuck on one 'Why try it's just the same thing every day'

When he finished trading it was light out he rubbed his eyes walking up the stairs to get ready. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes tired, his face in a constant frown, but worst of all the wings that plagued his existence.

He didn't know why he bothered with his wings, all he wanted to do is cut them off and bleed out slowly. But the hermits would be sad, and they felt happy in life no reason he should ruin their realm of fantasy.

Grian put on his fake smile, for it to instantly turn into a frown. He threw his hands down on his sink "WHY CAN'T I BE HAPPY LIKE THEM!!!" He turned around slamming the door open. Walking towards the shulker mess while he cursed himself out for being useless.

Rummaging through his shulker boxes he found a potion that hid his wings, after swiftly drinking it he dropped the glass bottle onto the floor; only for it to shatter. He laughed to himself thinking 'if only I was that glass bottle.'

-time skip-

Grian had been building trying to distract himself from his terrible morning, when his communicator beeped. He took it out of his pocket trying with all his might not to crush the thing.

<Xisuma> Everyone it's time to decide the new mayor!

<Cleo> Will Grian be the one announcing?

He shoved the communicator in his pocket, jumping off the roof. He was hoping he forgot to put his elytra on but sadly the device deployed before he hit the ground. He flew over to the shopping district putting on the fake face the hermits knew him for.

Once he landed, he grabbed the tallies and started reading them off. A sadness in his voice getting clearer with every word, but all the hermits were to oblivious to notice this all the hermits but Joehills.

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Im new to this style of writing so im sorry if it's bad. Thanks for reading bai <3

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Out of a mountain of despair, a stone of hope