Xisuma's POV
After searching the entire server, we have no luck in finding Grian and Ezra. I want to blame myself in some way, a bad habit of mine.
Exhausted, I sit down near a tree, tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm scared for them. I don't want to lose my best friends. Generik sighs.
"I'm really sorry. I'm sure you'll find them eventually. But it's New Years Eve, so if you don't mind I want to celebrate with the Hermits. You two are welcome to join if you want"
"No, it's ok" Joe responds "Y'all can go celebrate, you've helped so much already"
Generik gives one last smile, before leaving. I feel Joe's hand slip into mine as he sits next to me. It's almost midnight, and the moon shining down on the two of us.
"We'll find them." Joe whispers, letting me lean my head on his chest. I hear his soft heartbeat, which calms me down a bit as I continue to cry. He's crying too, both of us having been through a lot in the past week or so.
I smile a little.
"Funny how we ended up in a server called Hermitcraft. Remember how we nicknamed ourselves the Hermits?"
Joe laughs a little
"Almost like we were supposed to end up here" he whispers, before looking down at me. "Xisuma, do you think the Portal split us up for a reason? Like you and I belong here, and the other two were always meant to end up where they are now?"
"Like... destiny or something?"
"I guess... it's just a theory anyway..."
"Maybe you're right. The others could be perfectly happy where they are... and for some reason I think you might be right."
I sit up a little straighter, looking around
"We've only been here a couple of days, but I feel... connected to this place. Like I AM supposed to be here. So maybe the Portal brought us here for a reason"
We're both quiet for a while, then we hear distant cheers and shouts.
10!
9!
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1!
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"
I watch in awe as bright fireworks explode in the sky, spelling out '2013'. Then I smile, a genuine, happy smile.
"Happy New Year"
"Happy Birthday" Joe responds, hugging me tightly. I can see his tears, but I can also see that he's trying to hide them. But he simply sighs, helping me up, the two of us now 18.
"C'mon, let's go properly meet the others"
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Never Really Gone
FanfictionThose born on the first day of the first month are said to be cursed. Most are chosen to be powerful Admins, ones who will lead servers and inspire others. Every parent hopes this for their child. But 20 are picked to become Watchers. Torn away from...
