Set in season 6

Grian looked around, making sure no one was near his base. He stood on the center block of the bottom level. Grian threw his trident and fell down to a secret room. (same spot as the poultry cave)

"Hello Taurtis," Grian said. In front of him, was a Taurtis summoning platform. Grian walked over and placed a single poppy in a row of dozens. He had been doing this since the start of the season.

"Only a few more weeks till season 7! I wish you were here, you would have so much fun." Grian still hasn't gotten over what happened to Evo. He clung to the small hope that his server mates had somehow survived the watchers.

Grian's communicator buzzed.

Xisuma - EVERYBODY TO SPAWN NOW!

False - What's happening??

Keralis - Everything good Shishwammy???

Grian was worried. X never used all caps unless it was a BIG emergency. Grian flew over to spawn, where all the other hermits had gathered.

"Ok guys," said X, "Don't freak, but some random player just joined, and they had traces of mAGIC."

Grian froze. The only magic he knew of was the watchers. He watched as Xisuma turned around, reveling who had joined the white-listed server, and his eyes widened. Grian ran and tackled the new player.

"TAURTIS! YOU'RE ALIVE!!!!!"

"GRIAN????" Taurtis exclaimed.

Grian had tears in his eyes. After one year of planting flowers, the summoning platform had finally worked!

"You guys know each other?" asked Xisuma.

Grian smiled and hugged Taurtis tighter. "Yeah."

X frowned, "What were the traces of magic?"

Both Grian and Taurtis's eyes widened. Both didn't want to tell the other hermits about the watchers as they would ask about Evo. Grian also had another reason. After Evo had been "destroyed", news spread quickly across the other servers. Evo became famous, a legend, and there was not a single server who hadn't heard stories about Evo, the server that was destroyed by watchers. Evo was also one of the oldest servers to exist, and its players went through the oldest versions of Minecraft.

"What do you mean?" asked Taurtis, trying to play dumb.

X growled, "You know what I mean. An admin can see all types of magic activity in the server."

"Woah X, calm down." Grian knew how protective the admin could get of the hermits and the server. "If he doesn't want to tell, don't force him." Maybe we don't need to tell them we're from Evo if I can convince X thought Grian.

X seemed to be considering it, when Doc angrily spoke, "Any types of magic could be a threat to the server, so we need to know."

Taurtis looked and Grian, who sighed and accepted defeat. "Ok, we'll tell you."

"Also," Grian gently interrupted, "We know each other because we were in the same server before," Grian hesitated, "stuff happened, and I joined hermitcraft."

A lot of the hermits were surprised, as they didn't know much about his history or what server Grian went to before hermitcraft.

"As for the type of magic, it's watcher magic." said Taurtis bluntly.

"WhAt?!?!" exclaimed Xisuma. He was right to be surprised, as watcher magic could only be found on a player(you can't be a watcher and a player, only one) after explosive contact with it. The only server ever to have come in contact with explosive watcher magic was Evo...

"Are you both from the legendary server Evo?!" asked X.

Grian and Tauris looked down,"Yeah..."

All the hermits started asking the two Evolistionists questions.

"What's it like leaving in Evo?" 

"Do you know who the admin it?"

"How did you survive?"

Taurtis looked freaked out while Grian was hyperventilating. He didn't want the other hermits to think differently of him if they found out he was the admin of Evo.

"Ok everyone, calm down. We can ask Grian and Taurtis questions without blasting their ears off," said X. He turned to Taurtis, "Sorry about that being the first impression of the hermits, they aren't usually like this. Mostly."

"It's fine?" Poor Taurtis, he was kinda confused. 

"What's it like living Evo?" asked Bdubs first.

"It was amazing," said Grian.

"Yeah, it was in the older versions, but it was still fun and we had a good time."

"Who's the admin?" yelled False from the back.

"Oh-h uhh yeah-h umm..." Grian stuttered. "That-t might be uh me..."

"Grian, the goofy player who is also poultry man, is the admin of Evo?!" asked Cleo.

"OkAY, that wasn't me, that was the man in the chicken costume!" If there was one thing Grian would do til the end of his life, it would be to protest against the being of Poultry Man. In a way, Grian was telling the truth, and Poultry man was one of Grian's alter egos. They aren't the same person, and have different personalities.  

I realized that this is gonna have to be a two parter. I'll upload the second part by Friday. Thank you for reading! <3