Grian was frustrated, let's get that out of the way.

Sahara was admittedly coming along great. But the only thing left to do was the redstone, which everyone knew he sucked at, so Grian was nothing but a sitting duck.

He had tried to lighten the mood with music and dancing parrots, but they didn't like it, calling it "An annoying distraction".

Grian was annoyed with himself for only doing a minor part of it all, so he decided to help in a way he could. By getting materials. Both for the building itself and for stock.

Leaving a note at his base he set out to an unexplored part of the server to gather what was needed. As he worked time became nothing, the passage of time became nonexistent as he slaved away. Filling chests upon chest with different types of resources. Some they needed and some they didn't.

Night was falling as Grian made his way to the shelter he had made on the second day, it was nothing spectacular but it served its purpose. He mindlessly made his way through the dense dark oak wood forest, his feet moving on a path he knew like the back of his hand. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, there was no one in these parts and it was to early for mobs to start spawning, so when he suddenly walked right into something big, the impact sent him straight to the ground.

The hermit looked up to come face to face with a revenger, how... fun.

Grian quickly tried to back away from the beast, heart rate picking up rapidly.

But the beast didn't seem all to interested in attack, it seemed to be more of observing him. The dirty blonde slowly stood up all the while keeping eye contact with the calm revenger, the dusty brown creature doing the same.

Looking closer he saw a collar around its neck, it was a deep maroon red and there sat a tag on it that said "HB".

The gears inside Grian's head quickly as the dots connected inside his brain, and as soon as the gears were done turning he let out something in between a sigh and a chuckle, "Why do you do stuff like this, Father?"

The revenger gave a deep chuckle as it transformed right in front of the builder, and soon Herobrine stood in front of him, "Because it's fun, and it helps you stay on high alert."

He said the last line with a scolding look, and Grian ducked his head, he had been so distracted and tired lately that he had let his guard down.

They both knew that he wasn't going to say anything, so Herobrine just simply brought his son into his arms. It had been a long time since they had actually met face to face, so this hug/cuddle was extra nice for them both.

Grian, for the first time since joining Hermitcraft, let his true form show. His wings started loosing features, and bony phantom wings showed, his ears split and the top part elongated the color turning phantom blue and a weird sort of webbing appeared between the two parts. Soon a tail grew from his tailbone, part of it turning into bone. His feet reformed to be like the ones on a phantom, the only difference being that theses were used for walking. Blue markings appeared under his eyes and on the back of his neck, and it seemed to travel down his back. His hands also became bony, fingers merging to become three sharp bone claws. Then his eyes changed, the left eye turned phantom green while the other eye remained the same color, but they both looked like phantom eyes.

Lastly to finish everything up, Herobrine, being the good dad he is, changed Grian's clothes (With a spell) to a long oversized dark red sweater and gave him red shorts that fit him in this form.

Transforming like this always exhausted him so he feel asleep almost immediately. Seeing his son was sleeping peaceful the long haired brine teleported the two of them to Grian's little house, which was just an easy tree house.

Laying his son down gently, Herobrine set a spell on Grian. If someone where to find him, his true form would be hidden. Planting a gentle kiss to the younger's forehead, the white eyed man made a silent exit.

Grian would be thankful his Father placed that spell on him when a search party consisting of team ZIT found him the next morning.

When Grian tried to fly back to the island he couldn't, he was so exhausted that it was getting hard to stay upright.

Impulse called for help, and soon TFC, Xisuma and Doc was there. TFC with potions to help him get his energy back, Xisuma to document the place and make sure everything was as it should, and Doc was there to carry Grian home, not that either of them minded.

The hardest task turned out to be not finding Grian, no no no, the hardest task was reserved to moving all of the resources he had collected. Even TFC was shocked by the sheer amount of materials Grian had gathered during the two weeks he'd been gone.

Part one of a request by @Genderless_Emo , so look out for a part 2 in the near future! I would also like to thank @Amberangle965 once again for being my lovely beta reader. 

But with all this out of the way, I wish you all a lovely existence! Bye!