Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

??-I don't exactly HAVE a name, but call me... *Looks at scars* Scar! Creativep

Translations for galactic at bottom A/N!

Third Person

A jagged spear of ice in a field of like-wise ice was stained with blood.

Near it lay a young man. A cowboy hat had flown to the side, and his leather jacket was torn through.

Blood pooled the ground around him. It seeped into the cracks of the ice, dripping into the caverns below.

His side sported a massive tear. His face was practically torn open. But yet, he didn't cry. He just lay there, clenching his teeth, going over his mistakes before this.

A portal sat high above him. It was painful recalling toppling through it, from his home.

And he had thought he was entering a better place to live. He had thought this was a server.

Big mistake. There was no sign of any other inhabitants. So he lay there, wishing he had never came through that horribly spawned portal.

Laughter broke the silence only held by his heavy breathing.

Voices echoed around as players approached the area. Finally, one of them yelled something in some bizarre language, and he made one of them making a staircase to the portal.

Them and two others curiously looked at it, and finally, one looked down.

There was a yell of surprise, and one of them placed what looked to be a water bucket down and the group made their way down.

One ran up to him and said something in that bizarre language, and he softly murmured in response "I ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣... Uリ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ||𝙹⚍..." 1.

They continued talking after he said that. They clearly couldn't understand him.

Two began packing his wounds, and the third called someone on his communicator.

They where frantic. He realized why when he started choking on his own blood as the blood seeped into his lungs from the cut in his cheek and face.

One of them gently turned him on his side as to let the blood not go into his lungs.

He struggled for consciousness. His vision blurred. More voices joined the chatter, and finally, one said something he could understand.

"W⍑𝙹 ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍?" 2.

He struggled for breath. The words he responded with used most of it up. "I ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ リ𝙹 リᔑᒲᒷ" 3.

The world finally faded from existence, and his head thumped against the cold ice.

Xisuma helped the five hermits that had showed up lift the newcomer on a stretcher.

After sensing a new player joining a hour ago, he sent every hermit out in groups of twos or threes to find them.

When the call finally came in, the surprising revelation that-

A. The newcomer was badly injured

B. The newcomer only spoke galactic

C. The newcomer was heavily tainted with Vex magic (According to Cub.)

D. The newcomer was absolutely covered in old scars

and E. It had been TFC, Etho, and Wels that found them

-Was extremely surprising to everyone on the server.