[No one]

A blonde admin with ocean blue eyes stared at a leader of the Watchers' Academy. Her facial expression was cold and so was her voice.

"We have gotten a worrying report from the Academy, could you please explain to us something from it?" she said. Everything in her reflected crystal clearly that she was looking down on him, despite his high position.

"I don't think that I have to explain anything from it to you. You are an admin, admins don't understand a thing from the Watchers' world," he answered with a facial expression that made it clear that he thought he had already won.

"Excuse me?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him as if she couldn't believe her ears. "I'm not some uneducated admin who knows nothing about anything. Unlike the kids in your academy, I have been educated, and I do happen to know a lot about the Watchers and your rules," she answered, taking away the smug smile from his face.

"What do you even want me to explain? There's nothing wrong with the report, my best teacher wrote it and I confirmed it to be perfect!" he exclaimed, clearly getting annoyed while the admin kept her cool.

"When was it written in? In the 19th century? I haven't seen text written like that in anything else than old letters," she answered casually, watching as he turned bright red with steaming anger.

"If that's all you wanted to say, I'm leaving! You are being extremely rude and I don't have time for this!" he exclaimed and stood up, not caring that the wooden chair he had sat on fell behind him.

"Don't leave yet, I'm not done," she warned him in an ice cold tone, but he was already walking away.

She jumped over the table and slammed his against the wall, pinning her dagger, Venom, against his throat. Her expression was dead-serious and it was making his spine shiver.

"Sit down and listen to me, otherwise I won't hesitate to hurt you," she warned and began walking back to the table.

Behind her he started running towards the door. She didn't even turn around, just snapped her fingers and the door slammed open. A brunette Watcher stepped in and purple chains wrapped around the Academy's leader, who yelled in surprise.

"She said that she ain't quite done with you yet. So, please, sit down and kindly listen to her until she lets you go," the brunette Watcher ordered and slammed the man back to the chair, letting his chains wrap around him tighter.

"Thank you. Now, where were we?" she hummed and nodded to the brunette who backed to the corner of the room, leaning his back against the bookcases that covered the walls.

"Oh, right! I was asking you about report!" she taunted with sarcasm in her voice as she had turned the situation around with no effort at all.

"As I said: there's nothing wrong with the report!" he tried to insist, but she didn't believe him for one second.

"Well, then could you explain why is there mentioned a clear black magic spell?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and offering the report towards him.

"I don't see a black magic spell in the list, you must have read it wrong. Admins don't recognise-," he started protesting, speaking as if he had taken over the situation again.

"The Main Leader by himself confirmed that it was a black magic spell, and we can also ask my brother from the corner if that's a black magic spell. He's a Watcher too," she snapped back, making him froze and just stare at the paper she was holding in front of him.

"Then there must be a mistake. We would never teach black magic in the academy!" he answered, but his nervous tone told otherwise.

"I've heard enough," she hummed and pulled out her communicator, placing it against her ear, "We need someone to go investigate the Watchers' Academy for possible usage of black magic."

Then she put her communicator away and turned to look at him again. This time with a smug smile on her lips, she had won and he had lost.

"You better run home fast, someone is already on their way there," she taunted and nodded to the Watcher in the corner, who released him from the chains.

He ran out of the door without even looking back, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Went pretty well, didn't it, ᒷ↸↸╎ᒷ?" the Watcher hummed as he walked to her.

"Where the fuck did that nickname come from, ꖌᔑᓭ?" she frowned.

"Let's go to the town. We've been sitting here for hours today!" Kasen suggested and began pulling her after him, heading out of the door.

"We have hours worth of work undone," Edita pointed out, but still didn't bother stopping her brother.

"That will be the problem of ᒲᔑ𝙹 and
ᓭ⍑ᒷリ," Kasen answered.

"Fine," Edita chuckled, "Let's go then."

[No one]

        Grian looked around. He was sitting next to the G-team's meeting table, waiting for his teammates to arrive. The base was almost finished from the outside and now they had to start focusing on the interior and all the traps they wanted to make outside. Grian had a few tricks up in his sleeve. He was known as a prankster after all, and also happened to be one of the main causes of this prank war that had turned into a civil war.

Xavier had ideas for traps too, but well, those were a bit too dangerous and violent. With a good luck, or rather a bad luck, one of his traps could end up causing a permadeath-leading lagspike. They involved some forbidden Watcher magic too, and Grian wasn't looking forward to getting in trouble for using forbidden Watcher magic, especially in front of the Hermits.

"I can promise you that the potion of poison -trap would be a good idea. It's not even that bad," Xavier insisted. Grian sighed and banged his head against the table.

'Mixing poison to healing potions requires Watcher magic to keep the colour and taste of the healing potion. The Watcher magic also causes pretty serious side effects like paralysing and blindness,' Grian reminded the Fallen. 'We are definitely not using that.'

"What about-," Xavier started, but was cut off by the sound of rockets that were caused by Tango and Cleo, who lande into the room.

"Hey G! We are just in time!" Tango smiled to the strawberry blonde and took his seat next to the table, Cleo following his suit.

"The base looks amazing! You and Iskall did a great job!" she complimented, glancing around the room around them.

"Thank you, Cleo! I can't wait to see what you're going to do here with your amazing armour stand skills!" Grian hummed with a smile on his lips.

"Hey G, do you want to come make a zombie trap to Team S.T.A.R's base after this meeting?" Tango asked. "I found a spawner near this area!" he added.

"That's great! I'll help you with it!" Grian exclaimed. "We need to be prepared for when the ceasefire ends, and it ends pretty soon."

More rockets were spammed and soon Stress landed next to them, Jevin and Iskall following right behind her. Soon after them Joe appeared too.

"Alright, welcome to the meeting everyone! As you all know, the ceasefire ending in a few days. We need to make some plans and traps. So, anyone got any good ideas?" Grian started the meeting. The others were always amazed by the way he spoke with confidence. Watching Alden, Mao and Sherenidy hold meetings had really improved his skills. Plus, sometimes he even had to hold them by himself with Upton.

"We could trap the door somehow," Stress suggested.

"And make a redstone door somewhere that we can use to get in," Iskall added to her idea.

"I can also make a lot of redstone traps, including that zombie one I already mentioned earlier," Tango said. "Different kinds of cannons and such perhaps," he continued.

"We should also make difference potions for fighting," Joe pointed out.

"Sounds good. Let's start making some plans that we can use against them," Grian hummed excitedly.

[No one]

         The meeting room was empty apart from Grian and Tango. Tango had laid his plans blueprints on the table. Grian examined them curiously.

"So, we make it accessible from the base that when you pull a lever, the zombies start popping out of their own front yard," Grian said, raising his head to look at Tango for clarification.

"That's what I was planning," Tango nodded. "That way I can just easily pull levers and active the redstone from one room without having to run around the place," he added.

"That's a good idea," Grian nodded. "Should we go get the plan in action?" he asked.

"Yep, we gotta do it now when the team S.T.A.R members are elsewhere. I had Jevin and Stress checking out the place and they didn't see anyone in the base. They'll be keeping an eye on it for us while we do the dirtier job," Tango said and picked up a shulker box full of materials from the table.

"Sounds good. We should bring some invisibility potions too, just in case," Grian hummed.

[No one]

         A young female with tanned, scarred skin and caramel coloured hair looked at the Watchers' Academy through her spyglass. She was sitting behind a chorus flower, hiding from the many eyes that would otherwise be staring at her from the building.

"Can you see something Arcaena?" a male's voice asked her through the communicator on her ear.

"No, it's hard to get a look at there. There's too many Watchers. If I move a bit, their eyes will turn right to me," she answered, biting her lip.

This was by far her hardest spying mission after she had abandoned her place as a Main Admin and become a spy for The Council. It had been already almost three years. As a Main Admin she had heard a lot of reports from The Council's spies and it had gotten her fascinated. She had been a naïve 17 year old and the thought of hiding from the enemies and watching them from the shadows had sounded really amazing. She still didn't regret her choice to change to a spy. Plus, The Council still liked to rely on her admin skills when they needed help. The Main Admin Wyana wasn't completely dead yet.

"Do you think that you'll be able to find out something useful?" he asked again through her communicator.

"I'll stay here for a couple of days. They will eventually turn around for a while," she answered and glanced behind her shoulder.

"Are you really capable of doing that?" he asked with doubt in his voice. It made her disgusted. Her male colleagues very usually really doubting towards her and the two other female spies, which she hated. The Council accepted everyone and didn't judge someone because of their gender, but The Council's spies weren't official members of The Council. The Council didn't know what the spies were talking about on their own.

"Hey, I've been doing this for almost three years, don't doubt me," she warned, he just scoffed.

"Whatever. I bet you'll run back before midnight," he answered before hanging up.

"Bastard," she growled and turned to glance at the Academy.

All she needed was one sight of black magic and she would be done. Too bad for her, she was on the wrong side of the Academy. Getting to the other side would be way more harder since it was more guarded and moving wasn't possible on the moment. It was a game of luck on the moment.

Then someone familiar appeared into her vision: a sandy blonde haired Watcher. Their wings were missing, which was new, but they looked as broken as before. They were the Academy's leader's servant. Maybe her luck wasn't so bad after all.

Words: 2015

[28.2.2022]

(It's Teni's birthday! If you haven't read TEW, you probably don't know who they are that well because they haven't appeared this much yet. So, also, this contains spoilers as always :D)

(BUT OH MY FUCKING IRENE, LOOK AT THAT! They look so pretty, I'm so proud of myself for managing to draw them that well. Okay, I know that it's not that good, but with my skills, it looks really nice.)

(Also, I made their nails black and added them a small ponytail. Plus, I decided to give them blue jeans.)

(Here’s for you that page from last year and this year. There's a different.)

(Anyways, they're 26 in 2018. Wait, it's already 2019 at this point-)

(5 facts:

1. They have been Oneus' slave for ten years, ever since they were 16, and they have been pretty much destroyed from the inside.

2. Their birth name is Tara Teni Shadowwalker.

3. They lost their wings and left eye to Oneus after being a disappointment in his opinion.

4. They hate being a Watcher. As a Watcher they feel like a tool to be used by someone else. That's why they hate their mask and hearing their name in Galactic.

5. They were ready to throw away their life just to escape from Oneus, but Grian managed to stop them. After that they will do everything they can to help him.)