"Really!?" Grian had just woken up and had immediately equipped his Elytra, but to no avail. For some reason, it just wouldn't fit. Grian craned his neck in order to glance at his back to see what the issue was.

He noticed how something on his back was preventing the straps from fastening right, so he took off the Elytra and pulled off his red jumper to inspect it. When he removed the sweater, he was a bit puzzled to find some feathers on the inside. Curiously, he glanced over his shoulders again.

"What the-"

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Grian stared at the orange cat still sitting on top of the G-team base. It had been a long time since the war had ended, but that cat was still there.

In Grian's hand was those small, purple feathers.

He had wings. They were small, sure, but they were wings. He hadn't tried flying with them, they were too small anyways. They did seem to be growing at a surprising rate. This morning, they were about the size of his hand, but now they were slightly larger than a regular block. He had held off on telling people for now.

After what felt like hours, he made his way off the roof. If his wings got any bigger, he'd have to cut slits in his jumper for them. Luckily, they fit neatly under a chestplate, but he couldn't use an Elytra anymore, which was worrying.

He made his way back to his base and mentally thanked his past self for putting in the water elevators. He quickly swam his way up to his Aviary and greeted Ari and the other birds. Grian sat down, took off his shoes, and dangled his bare feet in the pond. FISHHHHHHHHH and IAMAFISH swam around his legs. He needed to rename those sometime. Eh, they were just fish. Besides, he didn't want to waste diamonds on name-tags, nor go caving for any.

Grian sighed and lied down, staring at the sky and watching the beacon's light spin around. He really needed more time to adjust to his discovery. Was he happy? Was he scared? This definitely wasn't normal, but he didn't mind. Should he be worried?

Grian eventually drifted off in thought, taking a small nap in the sunlight.

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Grian jumped a little, waking up. He did a quick bird count, hoping mobs didn't spawn and kill any of them. "Heh, pesky birds." He muttered with a smile. They were all there. Grain reached for his Elytra... But it was downstairs. Oh right.

His wings.

Grian glanced over his shoulder, noticing the large bump under his jumper. How big were they now? He quickly slipped his jumper off, wincing as his feathers were brushed the wrong way.

Holy crap.

They were huge!

He had large, magnificent, light purple wings that were just itching to take off.

Curiously, Grian tested the new muscles, the new sensation. He gasped a little as he flapped them for the first time. Then a flutter, which lifted him slightly off the ground.

And then, he took off, gliding down to the the bottom layer, grinning. He landed after an hour of getting used to the wings, which were strangely easier to use than Elytra.

It was that point when his communicator pinged.

Mumbo Jumbo: Hey uh Grian? Skeletons took over my base and I need some help. I've had to ditch it for now, so I'm on my way over, hope you don't mind.

Grian scrambled to get his jumper on along with a chestplate, just as Mumbo walked through the entrance, with about six arrows in his back and arm.

Grian stifled a laugh. "Need a hand?"

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Thirty-eight skeleton murders later, Grian helped Mumbo light up his base again. Apparently, Mumbo had misplaced some water and it knocked out a lot of torches, causing the invasion. Mumbo had quickly sent the message before trying to get into the ocean and swim over before drowneds got him.

"So, is your Elytra still not working?"

"Huh?"

"You're wearing a chestplate."

"Oh." Grian quickly thought of a lie. "I got it to work, I'm just taking a break from Elytra. I use it all the time, so I should leave it off for a while."

"Oh, okay." Mumbo nodded. 

Grian took out his boat and rowed back to his base. People were gonna notice, he just hoped his lie would work with the other hermits. Lucky for him, the other Hermits believed his tale.

But quite a few were feeling a bit suspicious, two being Iskall and Mumbo.