The Hermitcraft server. The Watchers had sent me here of all places, to find out more about this community.

I looked over my options. The first thing I needed to do is find the leader of Hermitcraft and ask . The only person who'd ever come close to answering this question was Taurtis, my old partner.

Finding a new area to explore, I spotted a man sitting on the ground, meditating. Throwing caution to the wind, I approach him and introduce myself. "My name is Grian. Are you Xisuma?"

"Yes." He says, not opening his eyes.

"Are you the leader of Hermitcraft?"

"Yes."

"What is this community?"

Xisuma looked at me, thinking for a second. "I know what you are."

I almost panic, but steel myself and pray that he didn't figure it out. "What am I then?"

"A deviant. A thinker. An individual who thinks for themselves. An individual who doesn't blindly follow."

"What is Hermitcraft?" I asked next, stifling a relived sigh.

Xisuma answers. "Hermitcraft is a group of people who live together on this server and work together to create amazing things."

"So is there another name for this group?"

"No, but we like to call ourselves the Hermits, or sometimes HC."

"Why do you want to be called a Hermit?"

Xisuma laughed. "It's just what we call ourselves."

"What does it mean?"

"What it means doesn't matter." Xisuma said.

"Well, it has a nice ring to it."

"What do you mean?"

I smiled. "I like the idea of being called a Hermit."

"This community is mainly for the usage of our interactions in-game. We are not a large group, so those who are part of the community tend to be pretty devoted."

I nod. "I'm happy to join if you'd have me."

"What?"

"I said I'd gladly join you in your group, if it's really all that it's cracked up to be."

Xisuma gives me a long, measured look. "You are a Watcher, aren't you Grian?"

Welp, I've been found out. "I am."

"You were sent here to spy on us."

"No, that's not true."

"It is too true. Where are you from originally?"

I smiled sheepishly. I then remembered something. "I'm from the Evo Server. What about you? You used to be a Watcher too, right?"

Xisuma sighs and opened his eyes to look at me. After a second of silence, I began to feel very uncomfortable, and yet he said nothing.

"Do you have wings?"

I shook my head, instead trying to change the subject. "Do you have any powers?"

"I can talk to Endermen."

I blinked in disbelief.

Xisuma gave me another measured stare. "You do have wings, right? Why avoid the subject?"

"I... I don't know." I truly wanted to avoid the subject, but...

"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes."

I sighed and closed my eyes. Xisuma knew I was a Watcher, of course he could tell I was lying.

I took my cloak off and unfurled my wings so Xisuma could see them.

"Oh." He said. "That's why you're lying." He stood slowly, and took his own cloak off. I saw that he indeed had been granted wings just like I was.

But we both knew that mine were different. Xisuma had regular watcher wings, whilst mine were... well...

To put it simply, mine were sick.

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Okay I'm not doing anymore of this torture. This is my trying to write something with AI dungeon for the first time, just for funsies. You can probably tell that the switch from 2nd person to 1st was ah... not good.

But seriously, I was just goofing around on there and this popped up, so I had to share it :)