Grumbo:

Aus:

Winged Grian.

In Mumbo's pov

Hope you frogz enjoy my entry for week one! And with that, here's: Sweet dreams, a Grumbo story!

It's all dark, I'm falling. My elytra broke, plummeting, bracing for the fall. Eyes squashed shut, not wanting to watch my approaching fate. Tear streak upward. But it never came. A breeze blows across my face, something carries me forward.

Opening my eyes, I'm not falling... but going forward at a steady place. I'm alive. Something tightly grasps under my arms.

"That was a close one. You almost took a tumble there." Looking up, the voice came from a small being. Wearing a red sweater. Smiling down at me. The sound of a mechanical glider wasn't present.

Wait. If there's no elytra how are we flying? Looking back at the being, noticing a pair of parrot like wings attached to his back.

"WHAT THE-" Startling him, his grip loosens, letting go of me. Causing me to plummet again. A cry breaks out of my lunges. It all fades to black...

Shooting straight up, my heart's pounding in my chest. It was so real.  I thought. I thought I died. Staggering out of bed, grabbing some potatoes and beef from a chest. Groggily stumbling out of my hobbit hole. Munching on some breakfast. I should go for an adventure.  

Grabbing my elytra, and rockets, I strap in. Shooting myself into the sky. Gliding the familiar sound of the mechanical glider fills the air. Machines and red stone always fascinate me. Gliding over the jungle, noticing a human with parrotlike wings murdering a parrot. Is that... A loud sound breaks through the rhythm. Oh no...  Suddenly the sounds stop. Plummeting down to the ground. My eyes squeeze shut. The air rushing past me, deafening my hearing. Preparing for the crash. I don't dare open my eyes, I'm to scared to. My body never hits the ground. The deafening wind shift to a light breeze, brushing past.

What?...Finally opening my eyes, the sound of wing beats fills the air. Looking up, a small being in a red hoodie carrying me. Grasping me underneath my arm. Looking down at me, he smiles.

"That was a close one. You almost took a tumble there." You're the one from my dream. But if you're him then. Looking at his back two bright red parrot wings. Startled by the fact that he has bloody parrot wings.

"WHAT THE-" The loudness of my remark startles him, his grip loosens, and I slip. Falling again my eyes are open, watching the parrot boy dashes downward trying to catch me. Screaming, I don't want this to be the end. My eyes close and slowly everything fades to black...

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Week one continued in next chapter