Heyo! Welcome to the first chapter of Watched! Something I forgot to mention: The reason this chapter is called 'Grian', is because this chapter is from Grian's perspective. However, it will still be in the third person. What I mean by that is that the story will follow the character in question, and will show their thoughts, but the pronouns will not be 'I'. I know that sounds kinda confusing, but you get used to it. I'm not sure what else to say, so let's just get into it!

WC: ~640 (This is a short chapter.)

Enjoy!

Grian sighed as he walked around the End City. Lavender purple. Dull yellow. The colors of the End were everywhere. The deep purple of the Void, and the bright silver of the Watcher's masks. The simple violet of the Watcher's wings, and the dirty purple of the shulker's shells. The deeper violet of the chorus trees, and the yellow that came with the flowers. Colors were everywhere, and yet, Grian sometimes felt like he couldn't see them.

As if everything was grey.

A grey fuzz that blurred around him. Grian longed for color in his life. Although he already had color... he couldn't explain it. Everything was a dull grey, even though it wasn't.

Grian once had color in his life. His heart ached when he thought about it. Blue... oh the color blue. It stung like bullets in his skin. Blue and red, his colors. Grian still remembered his laugh. His bright, colorful smile. How he could light up a room with colors just by being in it.

Grian wanted desperately to see those colors again.

Not just blue and red. End portals had blue, and his own sweater was red. Blue and red were easy enough to find.

It wasn't just about blue and red, no.

It was about the feeling that came with those colors.

It used to be happiness, amusement, laughter, trust, hope, all bright feelings.

Now it was regret, remorse, hatred, longing, oh, so much longing. Grian longed for a new future. A different ending. A new color.

That color would never come.

He was but a puppet, tied through strings to the Watchers. 

Grian wished things were different.

Colors would never come.

Change would never come.

Trust would never come.

Hope would never come.

Grian was trapped.

Xelqua, Grian winced at his name given to him by the Watchers. Report to the throne hall immediately.

Watchers could communicate with each other through thoughts. It was convenient for summoning Watchers to wherever they wanted. Grian sighed, wrapped his wings around himself, and teleported. A power that Watchers had, although it only worked in the End. Something about atmospheric changes, as the air was thinner in the End, so it made it easier to teleport. 

Grian appeared in the middle of the throne room, glowing lightly with purple. The glow faded after a moment, and Grian spread his wings and bowed to the Watcher standing there.

⨅ᒷリᔑ, that was her name. What she wanted, Grian wasn't sure. ⨅ᒷリᔑ was tall, had a billowing dark purple cloak, and had jet black hair that flowed like waves of an ocean. 

"Xelqua," her voice was as cold as the Void. "Do you understand why I've summoned you here today?"

"To serve you," Grian tried. He could practically feel her glare, despite the mask that covered her eyes. 

"No," ⨅ᒷリᔑ hissed. "Try again, Xelqua."

"I don't know why I am here," Grian said, his heart furiously pounding in his chest. 

"You disappoint me, Xelqua," ⨅ᒷリᔑ slithered. Yes, slithered. She was like a snake. Grian lifted his head up, adjusting his feathery wings. The older Watcher advanced on him, and Grian backed up instinctively. She kept walking, and Grian kept backing away.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Back.

Back.

Stop.

...Stop?

Grian glanced behind him to see he had backed up into a wall. ⨅ᒷリᔑ advanced on him until she was only inches away. 

"You are still to pay for what you have done," ⨅ᒷリᔑ's voice was bittersweet. "Tell me you haven't forgotten?"

"I... I thought I had already paid?" Grian nearly whispered. He had paid. All of them had died. He was thrown in the Void for a month. The scars on his heart weren't enough?

"You have wronged us beyond what you have given," ⨅ᒷリᔑ snarled. "You will pay." The Watcher turned around and walked away, only to whip around and shoot a ball of Watcher magic straight at Grian.

Grian reacted immediately. He wrapped his wings around himself, trying to protect himself as much as possible.

Purple.

Pain.

Mist.

A scream.

Was it his own?

Fuzz.

Swirl.

Black.

Everything was black.

That was a VERY short chapter, and I apologize. It was fun to write though! In case anyone is curious (and the comments haven't said it already), ⨅ᒷリᔑ (the second Watcher's name) means Zena. Just a name I picked up off the top of my head. See you guys in the next chapter! Bye! 

-Storm