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Lost Boy- a song fic- song by Ruth B.

T/W:

Hermit(s): Grian 

Type: songfic, fluff, h/c

POV: Grian 

There was a time when I was alone                                                                                                         

Nowhere to go and no place to call home

I wandered around the dark streets, shivering slightly in my red sweater. My stomach grumbled, as  I pushed back the tears that threaten to spill. 

My only friend was the man in the Moon

And even, sometimes, he would go away, too

I look up at the cloud covered moon, the only light coming from the lights of the city. My friend, the man in the moon, had left again.

Then one night, as I closed my eyes

I saw a shadow flying high

But as I laid down on an old mattress in the alley way which I call home, I saw a shadow against the clouds, high in the sky. 

He came to me with the sweetest smile

Told me he wanted to talk for a while

And then, that shadow came down next to me. A man, with green and grey armor, and a helmet to match with a purple visor. The man pulled off his helmet to reveal shoulder length brown hair, that smelled of lavender and greenery, and the salty ocean, and a smile that said "come with me, join me, join us. Be free."

He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me

I promise that you'll never be lonely"

"Xisuma Void, that's what they call me. I promise that you'll never be lonely."

And ever since that day

I am a Lost Boy from Neverland

And since then, I've been a Hermit, from Hermitcraft. 

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we're bored, we play in the woods

Usually hanging out with Mumbo, Iskall, and Scar. And when ever we're bored, we go explore the word we live in. The woods, the oceans, the rivers and caves. The mountains and valleys, and all in between.

Always on the run from Captain Hook

"Run, run, Lost Boy", they say to me

Always a friendly rivalry, just around the corner. Always on the run from team S.T.A.R, or HEP, or BIG Eyes. ConCorp or Giga-whatever it is now, Keralis in his city, and Doc and his charged creepers. And they all say "run, run, hermit. Run, run, Lost Boy."

"Away from all of reality"

Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me

Away from the real word, and trivial troubles. Responsibility, and depression, loneliness, and  pain. Hermitcraft is home to hermits like me, 

And Lost Boys like me are free

Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me

And hermits like me are free, Hermitcraft is home to hermits like me,

And Lost Boys like me are free

And hermits like me are free.

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe