Redemption (A Hermitcraft AU)

Epilogue: Mumbo

You read that right, this is the epilogue.

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WC: ~575

Enjoy!

It had been months since Grian had died.

And things had started getting... back to normal.

Everyone, including Mumbo, had recovered.

It was sad for a long time, but they moved on after a while.

All wounds healed at some point.

This one just left a heavy scar.

Grian had never been forgotten.

His mask was framed in Mumbo's hobbit hole, a constant reminder of the friend he had lost.

It was one of the few items Xisuma had allowed to transfer from Season to Season.

He planned to move it somewhere in the Shopping District, once it was built, but that wasn't happening any time soon.

So many other changes had happened since that fateful day.

For one, in the End.

Xanthus turned out to be a great ruler.

The war between the Watchers and Voidwalkers was finally ceasing.

Xay had also found two Hermits hidden away in another Watcher's mindspace: Hypno and xB.

They had been reunited with each other, then with the rest of the Hermits.

Everyone was happy with that.

Even Mumbo.

Mumbo was still happy.

Not as happy, no.

But he was doing... okay.

He talked to the other Hermits.

He worked on his base.

It was a slow recovery.

But it was certainly happening.

The other Hermits were doing good too.

Etho and Beef had gotten back into the swing of things.

So had Bdubs and Keralis.

And Hypno and xB.

Mumbo sometimes wished he could heal as easily as the rest of the Hermits.

Xisuma and Iskall, other than him, had the hardest time.

Iskall had also been rather close to Grian, a fellow Architect.

And Xisuma blamed himself.

The rest of the server had tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault.

Xisuma seemed like he believed it.

But it was impossible to be sure.

Mumbo sighed as he grabbed a book and opened it up. This book was from Season Six and was accidentally transferred due to a mistake from Xisuma. The book had originally belonged to Mumbo, so it had been returned to him with a shrug and a 'whoops'. He scribbled a note to himself to visit Iskall, then shut the book and turned away from it.

And then it started glowing.

Mumbo stared at the book in shock. It looked as if it were enchanted, bunt then returned to its normal look. Slowly, Mumbo opened it back up.

And then nearly screamed.

Letters. Words. In glowing, violet ink. Forming before his eyes.

WHAT-

'Who is this?' the text read in jagged handwriting.

"What. The. Hell," Mumbo managed to say. The book didn't respond.

Oh, Mumbo thought, glancing at the nearby quill.

'Who are you?' Mumbo wrote.

A second passed.

Then two.

Then the book wrote its response.

'Grian.'

Mumbo nearly dropped his quill.

'I don't understand what's going on.' the glowing violet text continued. 'I died. I'm sure of it. Imagine this: You can only see one thing. A page of a book. This page, of this book. By thinking, you can write in it, and the book writes back in glowing scarlet text.'

'That's... odd.' Mumbo scribbled in. 'I'm writing in a book, and you're, or the book, is writing back in glowing, violet text.'

'Who are you?' The text generated the question after a second.

'Mumbo.'

'WHAT?!' The handwriting seemed to become even messier with panic. 'Are you dead?!'

'No!' Mumbo replied. 'Are you?'

'No... yes?' Grian replied. 'Look, I don't know.'

'So... are you alive? Because if so... maybe I can save you.'

'I honestly doubt that.'

'You never know!'

Mumbo smiled at the book.

It was interesting to think how far they had come.

Originally, no one wanted anything to do with Grian.

Now they completely shut down when he was gone.

Grian had really made quite the redemption.

-Storm