(Prologue)

We all know stories of the Watchers. How they're all bad and actively seek world domination or something similar of the sort. In reality, they're an important piece to minecraft servers. With the abundance of minecraft servers that exist in the world, there would always be a number of watchers to follow the amount. Watchers are being picked and chosen left and right to help these servers. This isn't propaganda or any lie. It's all true. The role that Watchers play in the world of Minecraft and the multitude of her servers is big. They help smooth transitions into upcoming updates and without them, it could lead to fatal accidents when it comes to an update.

How they transition the players with ease across the versions is with their magic. Due to their own magic, however, they can't play on a server. Watchers were only meant to watch and assist.

They aren't players anymore.

This doesn't stop them from interacting with the world and the players though. It just so happens that it's more likely for any watcher overlooking a server to not talk to anyone other than the admin and their team if needed. Watchers can hand over items and communicate, but they cannot build or break anything other than the unbreakable block, bedrock. It will lead to unwanted consequences.

This doesn't exclude the defective Watchers. Watchers who strayed from the original purpose and only used their magic and ability for power and selfish reasons. They're small in number, yet still hard to find. With the ever growing number of servers appearing every other day, it gets hard with a small number of people to find and remove any stray watchers.

And their eyes are set on an upcoming watcher, the one needed to finally push their plan into motion.

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In the yellow stone island littered with obsidian pillars and surrounded by the darkening void, a player reluctantly walks towards the bedrock base where a portal is shown. His grey eyes fixated on the floor as he gingerly stepped closer and closer to his destination. He dared to not look up, or back at any of the friends he made that he would soon leave behind. The player stopped in his tracks as one of them called out to him.

"Do you have to go?"

He remained idle for a moment before looking up at the almost angelic-like figures of the watchers that stood elevated on the bedrock fountain base. He stared at them for a minute before he turned to face his friends. His fellow evolutionists. All he could do was muster a saddened smile as he overlooked every last one there. All who went through the end portal. All who fought the dragon. All of his friends. His eyes felt watery and he quietly answered the question, "Maybe we'll meet again one day. Don't know where or when, but I think we'll all be seeing each other again soon."

Soft murmurs engulfed the once quieted end island as all the evolutionists looked between each other, the watchers, and Grian.

"This is goodbye for now guys," Grian added on, speaking above the hushed conversations, his saddened smile turning into one of sentiment as he remembered everything that's happened and all the fun times he had. He turned away from his friends as small tears fell from his cheeks and jumped into the bedrock surrounded portal. The two watchers looked at the evolutionists then down at the portal and jumped in shortly after Grian. After the watchers had left, the world that they left the evolutionists behind began to slowly disperse and distort. The players didn't make an effort to leave and they all held a smile on their faces. Taurtis stared at the void that was slowly consuming the end, the world in process of deleting itself. He wasn't scared though. Neither were the other evolutionists. Taurtis turned to his friends and told them something before looking to the portal frame where his friend and the Watchers that ruled over them disappeared into. It seemed like he knew.

He knew that Grian had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing his friends again.

And then it all faded to black.

As Grian regained his consciousness after waking into the portal, he couldn't tell how much time had passed. Well, it's pretty hard to tell otherwise while being contained in a pitch black room. It was like the void, but he knew that he wasn't there. He would be dying if it was. Wherever he was, Grian could tell that it wasn't where the Evo watchers—his guardians—wanted him to be. He could only dread not what comes next but rather, who comes next. And if Grian knew anything after being kidnapped by multiple watchers whenever he happens to go through a portal, it most likely won't be pretty. For either contesting party.

It didn't take him long to realize he was in a watching room. A place where Watchers go if they'd rather not be seen or if they don't want to talk with the players, as the name suggests. The feeling of floating yet having the ability to walk anywhere and in any way leaving anyone in this room to expend as little energy as possible. It was a feeling that Grian was all too familiar with, which probably isn't a good thing as his guardians have done everything in their power to make sure he doesn't get kidnapped. Never really works, they don't protect the portals well. Grian's light golden wings ruffled gently as he changed his position while he idly waited for his captors to return to their watching room. He looked at one of the illuminated screens in the room. It was one of the biggest ones, but it was just a shot of a quaint house near a lake with some cobblestone monstrosity behind it. On the other side, a giant wheat farm can be seen, but whoever made it wasn't done decorating, or even finished carving out the other half of the mountain they cut into for this wheat farm. It concerned him about what players even play on a server like that but as he took a closer look, he could see that nothing was moving, nothing was happening. He couldn't tell if the server was down or if that's what remained of the server. A bubbly, happy and feminine voice broke his thoughts as Grian looked behind him to see who it was. She only giggled, her hair messy and the Watcher mask she donned covering the upper half of her face. It hid some lightly colored burn marks and that's when it hit Grian like a truck.

"Wait, you're-"

She smiled as Grian spoke and promptly cut him off, "I really thought you'd be more excited to see me Xelqua. After all, we do go way back hun~"

Grian didn't revel in the thought. He looked at the Watcher before he looked back at the screen. That was most likely the last server they were at. The last server they left some impact on. He looked back towards her, only to see her other half fade into the room. The older twin looked down on Grian before seemingly looking towards his sister. He murmured something to her, the language he spoke being Galactic. The younger twin responded back with the same language, leaving Grian to dumbfoundedly look at the pair of Watchers, completely understanding their conversation with Galactic being his second language. He finally decided to butt in, however he spoke English, "How about you two let me go and I can go do what I was meant to do since you two obviously don't know what to do with me."

The younger twin only snapped her head at Grian after he spoke and he could tell that she didn't like that response. She smiled nonetheless and looked at her brother before answering Grian's statement, "As much as I would love to let you live your life, Grian, you could help remove a serious roadblock that's been in our way for a number of years now."

"And what makes you think I'd ever help you two?" He questioned in general amusement, "I mean, especially after you two had just kidnapped me? Gosh, you guys really have to think before you leap-"

"I never said you would do it on your own violation," she responded, once again cutting Grian off. He felt fear fester inside of him as he comprehended what she meant. He hastily stepped away and he stared down the two watchers. One who was absolutely ecstatic of the idea, the other who remained stagnant. He needed to get out of here. He knew he wouldn't be strong enough to counter either of their magic. The problem is, he didn't know where to go. Other than back to Evo, though, he knew that the place was long destroyed already.

"You're not strong enough to do that-"

"Don't lie to yourself Xelqua, you know I can and I will."

"You will, over my dead body!" He yelled at them, preparing to fall to desperate measures quickly. As he was about to pull out anything that resembled a weapon, he quickly disappeared before their eyes, shocking both Watchers. The siblings looked between each other as they tried to assess the situation. The younger twin looked at the multiple screens that showed the ruined SMP and it's cousins they once watched over with extreme care. She grew furious and muttered to no one in particular, malice in her voice.

"Find him."

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