Writing prompt: all the hermits have powers save for Grian, Grian knows the others have powers, but says nothing, the others are entirely oblivious (only if you want to write aus of course)
Grian knew something was different the moment he entered the boundaries of Hermitcraft. The magic electrified the air, and it was simply obvious something was different about the players of this world.
Grian could see it in the way Mumbo could draw redstone from the ground and move it as if it were alive. Xisuma seemed to possess the code around him, more then an Admin would usually be able to do. He had created mini-blocks and altered the course of night, all in the name of convenience and aesthetics. BDubs controlled the forest, Doc was never hurt by mobs and Iskallās teeth were a little too sharp and his vision a little too good. Scar and Cub were their own brand of powers, and the builder didnāt want to know what they did to make their eyes spark and their hands blaze with power.
Grian came to realize very quickly that he was the only one without any sort of power or ability.
And so Grian pretended. He pretended TNT blasts came naturally, only him knowing that the explosives were really hidden beneath his feet. He practiced lighting the block as soon as it left his inventory, making it seem like it simply materialized from thin air. He pretended that the too-close blasts didnāt hurt, and that the burns didnāt exist. He studied the radius and depth of each explosion, perfecting his damage so the others would think he was controlling it. He stayed up nught after night testing pranks to make sure the right enough of damage was done to make others think it was a careless prank instead of mindless destruction.
He learnt how to craft different TNT blocks, ones that had never been seen before. Grian learnt to adjust them so they exploded faster and carved the land deeper. No one questioned his singed hair and the scent of gunpowder that followed him.
Hermits never guessed that his power wasnāt natural. On a nether trip Tango commented that he wished for Grianās ability. Grian had laughed it off, watching with exhausted eyes as Tango waded into the lava sea, unbothered, as Grian pulled out blocks to build a crossing. Grian laughed when Mumbo said how much his power suited him, watching the redstone glimmer in Mumboās hair.
Of course, even the best lies crumbled. Grianās fell apart when creating a new TNT block. The fuse was to short, the explosion ripping through his base. It was a miracle Grian was alive at all. His body burnt and his lungs filled with smoke and gunpowder, Grian knew he needed help. He was barely conscious enough to voice-dial Xisuma.
Xisuma came as soon as Grian called, Zedaph and Joe in tow. As Zedaph controlled the water to put out the fires in the builders base, Joe muttered soothing words that knit Grianās ribs together and grafted the skin on his torso and arms. The potions Xisuma dumped down his throat were amplified in an unnatural way, Grian choking on the sticky sweetness and any lie he could think of.
When the fires were out and his body healed enough to stand, Grian held his breath, waiting for the inevitable. Zedaph left with a smile and wave, and Joe pleaded with Grian to call him if anything hurt.
Xisuma stood by his side, not saying a word until the others were gone. He paused before frowning, feeling the consequence of each word before letting it join the sentence.
āGrian, I hope you can trust us.ā
Each word hurt more then the explosion Grian had just been through. Grian smiled and nodded, hiding his shaking hands in the tattered ends of his sweater, and told himself they could never find out the truth.
(Later, when Grian brushed off the incidence as him loosing control over his emotions, Zedaph said nothing about the mutilated TNT sticks he washed into the sea.)
(When Grian said he just wasnāt immune as he thought, but it was no big deal, Joe didnāt speak of the builderās cries pain or extensive injuries, and how the poet didnāt know if he could save him.)
(In Season 7, Xisuma watched Grianās face fall when he realized he had to start over again, and decided a well placed shulker box with TNT wouldnāt hurt the server.)
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