Chapter 1
Pov: Grian
Time: Mid-Turf War
Location: The G Mansion
Communicator: Technoblade: TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!
Once again, the weird messages on my communicator were going off. This has been going on for a few months now. It happened to everyone's communicators at the same time, so it wasn't just me. We could hold up complete conversations with these voices, it was like they were real people. All of them died and respawned multiple times during the day, save for this Technoblade character. He never died. It was always him who had done the killing.
Communicator: Technoblade: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Grian. I am a male with short brown hair and white skin. I am part parrot, so I have rainbow macaw wings. I wear red jumpers, or sweaters, and black jeans with black trainers, or sneakers. Now with that out of the way, I can continue with my story.
I decided to turn my communicator down and take a walk to the rail line.
All was peaceful at the rail line, nobody was there. At least, I thought nobody was there.
I heard a low groan come from the other side of the rail. It had been decided by Mayor Scar that nobody was allowed to cross over the mysterious rail line, but I saw a young teenager on the other side, unconscious.
I didn't recognize the boy, he wasn't a part of Hermitcraft. But, I couldn't leave him there to die to the mobs, so I crossed over and instantly felt cold. It was as if the rail line was a barrier between worlds.
I hurriedly knelt next to the teen, he had fluffy brown hair and a pale complexion, he also had multiple wounds over his body and had a light dusting of snow settling over him. Snow. I looked around and across the rail track. There was definitely some sort of barrier there. The other side of the tracks was a jungle, but it appeared to be nothing but a continuation of the lifeless tundra.
I wrapped my wings around him and lifted him off the ground. He was shivering. I carried him across the rails and it instantly was warmer. I took him to my hobbit hole and messaged Mumbo, my best friend who had the most handsome mustache around, with our minecart system. I told him that there was an emergency and to come asap.
Instead of messaging me back, he mailed himself by minecart. He was there in two minutes.
"Grian? Grian are you alright?" came his worried voice.
"I'm upstairs," I replied.
He flew up here within seconds and looked down on the wounded teenager placed on a bed.
"Oh my goodness, who is this?" he exclaimed.
"I don't know. I found him on the other side of the tracks," I admitted.
"You did WHAT!?" Mumbo bellowed, "Grian, you KNOW Scar said not to cross the rail line."
"I know, okay, I know, but I was taking a walk by the rail when I spotted him," I gestured to the teenager, "And I couldn't leave him there to die."
Mumbo felt the teen's forehead and then took his hand. "He's got a fever and he's ice cold. Grian, what's on the other side?"
"It's a cold tundra over there," I replied, "There's nothing over there and when you look across the tracks, it's just more desolate ice lands."
Mumbo looked deep in thought. While he was thinking, I cleaned the boy's wounds and bandaged them. I put some healing potion from Xisuma on the bandages and made him drink the rest. I put him in warm blankets and checked his communicator. The communicator had the name "Tubbo" on the back, so I assumed the boy's name was Tubbo and told Mumbo.
"We should use our communicators and ask if anybody knows him," I suggested.
"No," Mumbo replied, "Let's wait until he's awake to do anything."
As soon as Mumbo said this, the boy started moving around. I felt his forehead and noticed that the healing potion had done its job. He was beginning to wake up.
END CHAPTER
Hope you enjoyed! -Wolfy
