End_Islands
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The shadowy figure was dripping wet, dark wingtips dragging along the grass from exhaustion as they approached. He wore an eyepatch—just a rough, bloody strip of fabric tied around his head and matted into damp, muddy curls.
The red sweater was ripped and stained with a brown substance, the wings tattered with broken white feathers sticking out at odd angles.
Scar felt his mouth go dry and his insides tense in fear. “G… Grian?” What was wrong with him?
The figure took another step forward before latching onto the front of Scar’s shirt with dirty fingers. His remaining, red-tinted eye looked deep into Scar’s, like it was trying to see his soul.
“You’re not my Scar, are you?” He said.
~A novella where Double Life Grian comes looking for his Scar to make amends but ends up in Hermitcraft~