[No one]

The medical center was quiet. Sherenidy and Chet were both sitting by the end of the room where there were just tables and cabinets full of medical stuff. Yenny and Lupin where still running around from resting space to another. Kasen had been called to look after Grian and Haylie was still unconscious.

"What do you think? Will he just storm straight to Hermitcraft once he wakes up?" Sherenidy asked and tilted her head back to see Chet, who was sitting behind her.

Chet sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair before answering. "I really hope he doesn't do that, but I have a feeling that it's exactly what he'll do."

"Then we'll just have to stop him somehow," Sherenidy sighed and glanced back towards the resting space where Grian was in.

[No one]

          "Cleo, Stress, Joe, Tango!" Iskall called out for his friends who were all bringing shulker boxes to the G-team's base. They all turned around to look at him.

"Have you seen Grian?" he asked as he reached the group. They all looked at each other.

"Now that you mentioned it," Stress mumbled. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"That's strange. We were supposed to continued the building today, but I can't seem to find him and he doesn't answer my messages," Iskall said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you sure that he knows about your plans?" Tango asked, tilting his head. "He's always there in time if he knows about the meetings," he added with his red eyes full of worry and concern.

"He definitely knows. He suggested this time by himself yesterday. He was about to continue building yesterday after we were finished, but I said that we had already done enough for the day. He's pretty exited about this project," Iskall explained. That made everyone even more concerned because it didn't sound like Grian at all.

"What if he just slept in?" Cleo suggested. "If he worked staying up late yesterday, it's possible that he slept in."

"Have you checked his base yet?" Joe asked.

"That's the first place where I went and there wasn't a trace of him. I don't know where to look next," Iskall said.

"What if he's in the Main World?" Stress suggested since it was common for players to go spend time there for many different reasons.

"I'll go check out if I can find him," Iskall decided and pulled out his communicator.

"I'll come with you," Stress said and followed his suit, pulling out her communicator after setting the shulker box she had been carrying on the white concrete floor.

[No one]

         Grian felt a terrifying pain pierce through his whole body when he opened his eyes. He bit his lip and tried to sit up, but was immediately pushed back by a familiar person. He turned his head to see a familiar brunette Watcher pushing him back to the bed.

"What happened..?" he managed to choke out. He noticed that his throat was sore and speaking was a bit hard.

"You had a cut made by a poisonous demonic weapon, or something like that. Almost died, nothing special," Kasen shrugged it off like it was a joke. Grian didn't blame him because he knew how near deaths were so usual that afterwards there usually wasn't any point of making a huge deal out of it.

"I should go back to Hermitcraft. I promised to help Iskall build the G-team's base. He's probably already looking for me," Grian pointed out carefully, but he already knew that Kasen wouldn't listen to him.

"Just so you know, ᓵ⍑ᒷℸ ̣  and ᓭ⍑ᒷリ are out there. If you know me out and try to run, you won't get far," Kasen warned and tried to figure out whether he was going to get knocked out or not.

"I can find a way to get past them," Grian answered, making Kasen froze and glare at him suspiciously.

"Please don't knock me out and go for an escape attempt. It won't be worth it," he said and slid his hand to his belt where he had his trustworthy sword: Lazarus.

"I barely feel alive. How would I even get past you?" Grian groaned and leaned into the bed. "If I went to Hermitcraft, I would collapse in the middle of the building and that would look really suspicious. I don't want the Hermits to get any kind of ideas," he added.

"Looks like your actually thinking about things," Kasen hummed and moved his hand away from the weapon.

"Not really," Grian hummed as he swung his hand towards Kasen, only to be blocked and tossed back to the bed.

"I'm not stupid and you're really weak," Kasen shook his head. "Don't even think about knocking me out, I'll pull the Uno reverse card."

"You've won this round, but next time I won't let you do that," Grian groaned as he felt his eyes getting heavy again. Soon he passed out, leaving Kasen alone in the silence.

"..When will you learn how to avoid getting so badly hurt?" Kasen mumbled and ran his hand through his brother's hair. "I wonder if it's your past that's weighting you down and stopping you from moving forward."

[No one]

          "We've gone through all the public placed and haven't found anything!" Iskall exclaimed as he and Stress stepped into the Main HQ's lobby.

"What if he's gone to a private world?" Stress suggested. "To meet a friend or a family member for example," she said.

"He doesn't really speak about other worlds. I don't think that he has anything else apart from Hermitcraft and the Main World," Iskall answered.

"Excuse me, are you looking for someone?"

Iskall and Stress turned around to see a short male with brown hair and a Watcher mask. He had an expression that was kinda curious, yet almost impossible to read. His voice had a strong accent, from the Far Lands it seemed like.

"Oh, our friend is missing," Stress answered after a moment of silence. Her eyes were examining the assumed Far Lander in front of them.

"I could help you out, but I need some information about your friend," he answered and pulled out his communicator.

"We appreciate your help, but we'd rather ask The Council instead of a stranger." Iskall was quick to speak. He had an apologizing smile as he didn't want to hurt the stranger's feelings.

The brunette Watcher looked dumbfounded. He just stared at them, making the two Hermits feel kinda uncomfortable. They didn't know what he was doing.

"...What do you mean by that.?" he asked hesitatedly, putting away his communicator.

"You see love, we want help from The Council. You can go and mind your own business since I don't think that you can help us," Stress explained carefully with a sympathetic smile on her lips.

The brunette stared at them before turning to look down. "Oh, fuck!" he swore loudly, catching both of the Hermits of guard with his reaction.

"Hold on a second," he mumbled and ran away to the doors that led to The Council's private space. Stress and Iskall watched as Ned and Reed just let him pass by them.

"Was that a member of The Council? They just let them through the doors with no problem at all," Stress said quietly.

"I don't know. They didn't have a cloak," Iskall answered. "I thought all the members have to wear a cloak at all the times," he added.

         In two minutes and twenty-five seconds the brunette returned. This time he was wearing a dark blue cloak and he was followed by a female with black hair and pure white eyes. She had a light blue cloak.

"Sorry about that. Should we start again?" the brunette spoke as he stopped in front of the two Hermits.

"Wait, you are a Lead Watcher?" Iskall asked, kinda shocked since he hadn't expected it.

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ∴⍑|| ||𝙹⚍ ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ᔑꖎ∴ᔑ||ᓭ ∴ᒷᔑ∷ ||𝙹⚍∷ ᓵꖎ𝙹ᔑꖌ," the female hummed in Galactic, so Iskall and Stress didn't understand what she had said.

"ᓭ⍑⚍ℸ ̣  ⚍!¡, ⋮ᔑ||! ╎ ᔑꖎ∷ᒷᔑ↸|| ꖌリ𝙹∴," the Lead Watcher hissed back.

"I heard that you two needed help finding someone," the female spoke as she turned to face the Hermits.

"Yes, I'm Stress and this is Iskall. We're from Hermitcraft and can't seem to find one of our friends," Stress answered politically with a friendly smile on her lips.

"I'm Lead Watcher Dexter and this is Lead Admin Jaylee. We'll do our best to help you find your friend," the Lead Watcher spoke.

"Who are you looking for?" Jaylee asked, tilting her head.

"Our friend's name is Grian," Iskall answered.

Jaylee managed to hold back the shock and Dexter's mask hid his eyes. They were both surprised by the name that had fallen from the Hermit's mouth.

"He was actually bought to the medical center a few hours ago," Dexter answered. Stress and Iskall looked at each other in shock.

"It seemed like he had gotten hit by a glitch. It's not that rare after all, especially in a server full of redstone machines. He's going to be perfectly fine, it just causes temporary unconsciousness," Jaylee answered. She had to lie about what had happened to him, but made sure it was something that could have actually happened.

"How did he get here then?" Stress asked worriedly. She knew that one couldn't move after getting stuck in a glitched chunk.

"Your server's own Watchers noticed him and brought him here. That's what we heard," Dexter answered.

"There isn't much we can do to help you now. You should return to Hermitcraft and wait for him to arrive once he's all good," Jaylee continued.

"Alright, thank you so much for your help!" Stress smiled.

          Dexter and Jaylee watched as Iskall and Stress walked out of the Main HQ.

"I'm glad that he has people who care about him, but it's also a slight problem if they come looking for him every time he dissappears for a longer time. There will be situations where that kind of excuses won't work," Jaylee said before turning around.

"If he wants to hide his identity, he has to be more careful," Dexter agreed.

"But well, let's see what kind of life choices he decides to make in the future," Jaylee hummed as she began walking back to The Council's private space.

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[23.1.2022]

(It's Jaylee's birthday! And it's been a year since I started doing this birthday shit :D)

(She's 23 at this point of the story (2018))

(5 facts:

1. She's been born in the Void.

2. Her birth name is Leo Thornheart, but she changed it to Lillian-Cordelia Thornheart. She's a trans female.

3. She has a twin brother Gen.

4. She's in charge of the weapons and can easily recognise all her siblings weapons.

5. She can communicate with 'The Cursed Ones'. Those are the voices of dead people who haven't been able to move on yet.)