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A small piglin hybrid ran toward a hidden entrance. Footsteps sounding behind him. Someone was chasing him and he was leading them straight toward his fragile twin.
“!¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ⎓𝙹ꖎꖎ𝙹∴╎リ⊣ ᒲᒷ. ᒲ|| ℸ ̣ ∴╎リ リᒷᒷ↸ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ⎓𝙹𝙹↸ !¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ. ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ᒲ|| ⊣𝙹ꖎ↸, ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ᒲ|| ℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ᓭ, ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷᔑ⍊ᒷ ᒲᒷ ᔑリ↸ ᒲ|| ℸ ̣ ∴╎リ ᔑꖎ𝙹リᒷ.” The small piglin shouted, turning back to face his opposer.
“I-I don’t know what you’re saying, but I’m not here to hurt you. You looked like you were in a hurry. I wanted to help. I have bowls and some rabbit for stew. Please let me help you.” The weird being muttered out.
“ʖ∷𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷, me help need!” The shorter male grunted out.
The winged human nodded, grabbing some of the supplies and gesturing for the younger to continue. The young piglin started back toward his hidden base. Crouching behind a few climbing vines, the human was greeted by a younger-looking boy. The boy was facing away from the door, sat on the floor, a small pool of blood surrounding him. The pigling ran toward the smaller boy, quickly shoving his mushrooms into the human’s arms.
“ʖᔑʖ||, ∴⍑𝙹 ↸╎↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ. ╎ ᓭ∴ᒷᔑ∷ ╎ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ.” The piglin inquired, pulling the younger into his arms.
“Techy, ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ʖ∷⚍ℸ ̣ ᒷᓭ ⎓𝙹ꖎꖎ𝙹∴ᒷ↸ ᒲᒷ ⍑𝙹ᒲᒷ. ℸ ̣ ⍑ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ⎓𝙹⚍リ↸ ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ ∷||╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⍑╎↸ᒷ 𝙹⚍∷ ⊣𝙹ꖎ↸. ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ||... ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ⍑⚍∷ℸ ̣ ᓭ𝙹 ᒲ⚍ᓵ⍑.” The smaller was in sobs by the time he finished.
“What happened to him?” The human asked, setting the supplies on a nearby counter.
"Brutes hurt... ʖ∷𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷. ʖ∷𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ young... Brutes hunt g g ⊣𝙹ꖎ↸. ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ need help. Me help h-h him." The pinkette stomped his foot whenever he switched from Common to Galactic.
"Xelqua? Is that your twin's name? Does he need any medical attention? I can help with that." The human explained, grabbing a few things from his side bag.
"See all it took was a quick patch up. Now he's all better." The human, Phil, explained.
The man had told the piglin his name a while before they patched his twin. The young piglin noticed the human starting to pack up. He nodded toward the door.
"Walk back you?" He queried, watching the smile grace the older's face.
"Yes. You can walk me back to my portal. I tend to get a bit bored on the walk.” Phil explained, shuffling his bag onto his side again.
Grian can’t recall which one hurt more the last image of his twin or that his twin left him for a complete stranger. To him both were equally as painful, only one thing rivalled it: the pain he felt from the brute’s beatings.
“Grian, I know that face. Come here, baby boy.” The familiar voice of his father called him over.
The strawberry blonde walked toward the armoured Voidwalker. He sat on the older man’s lap, leaning his head on the older’s collarbone.
“It’s the 17th year anniversary of you being alone. It’s normal to be upset, but you need to focus. It’s your first MCC, meaning you need to be on your game. The portal is open, so we need to head to spawn. You ready, baby boy?” Xisuma asked, to which Grian nodded.
Together the two flew to the portal, all of Hermitcraft there to send off the competing hermits. They landed right in front of the group.