Tw’s: Mentions of murder, blood

Scar’s POV
Ren had called to a server-wide meeting. The King wasn’t really on the best of terms with all players, but from what Scar heard everyone chose to go either way.

The meeting was starting in five minutes, and he was running late. He desperately tried to find his rockets in the enormous chest monster that had slowly been growing back ever since the clean lady tackled the first one.

Once he found them, he set off to the Crastle where the meeting would be held. Scar had to admit it looked really beautiful, especially with the armour stand representing himself.

He was certain he would be the last one to arrive, turns out he wasn’t.

“Where are Grian and Iskall?” king Rentheking asked, mostly to himself. He tapped impatiently on the floor.

“Perhaps we should begin without them, your royal dogness?” Bdubs suggested.

“I suppose so,” Ren nodded and then he turned to all the hermits. “Welcome to the first royal Hermitcraft meeting. I, king Ren, am happy to see almost all of you made it.”

He then proceeded to talk about economy, quests and similar stuff. Honestly it was quite boring, and Scar almost fell asleep on multiple occasions. Before he knew it, the meeting ended and they were free to go.

Scar exited the Crastle, admired the statue of him one last time before he flew back to his base. Halfway there, he suddenly realised that Grian nor Iskall had showed up for the entire meeting. The feeling of worry grew bigger and bigger, but especially for Grian.

You see, Iskall was a great friend, Scar really appreciated their presence on the server, but he felt a little something for Grian. He wasn’t sure what, but whenever he thought of him he felt a tingling sensation and craved to hang out with him.

Grian’s base was really close to Scar’s. Though he was jealous that Mumbo had his base even closer, Scar was happy to be close to Grian. As he couldn’t spot him anywhere around floating rocks, he decided go down to the Rift.

There sat Grian, sitting on his knees, staring at the Rift. He didn’t acknowledge Scar’s arrival, just sat there. Scar understood that something was off. Something was wrong.

“Grian, I-” Scar said in an attempt to start a conversation, but was immediately cut off.

“I’m so sorry,” Grian whispered. “So, so, sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” Scar asked, concerned.

“I love you too, but we can’t be together. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did,” he whimpered.

“What did you do...?” Scar wanted to know, confounded. He wasn’t sure how to react. Grian was acting real odd, and he just confessed liking Scar back. How did Grian even know Scar liked him in the first place?

“My hands Scar, my hands,” Grian sighed and held them up. They were stained with blood. It took him some time to puzzle the pieces together, but then he realised.

“Iskall wasn’t on the meeting...” Scar said slowly. It took some time for him to process the information, but once he did he turned to Grian in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this. Why, Grian? Just why? Iskall was my friend, and he was yours too. I trusted you. But you’re right, I can’t be together with a murderer.”

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Sorry this one was a bit more on the short side, school has gone and decided to take all my motivation :/