(A/N: Welcome to another Hermitcraft fanfiction book!

As the title says, yes, this is a rewrite. Ms. Writing Feather has had this book on her mind for quite a while, and with all the plot-holes and missed opportunities (and quarentine), she's writing it again. You'll notice that it's in third person, dialogue rules are being followed, and ect.

You know how there are sometimes two versions of movies and they're usually different but have the same idea? This is like that, except it's by the same author.

You don't need the other book to understand. Plus the original book was me messing around.

Credits are due...
-you know those weird as heck prompts on Instagram, Tumblr, and Pinterest? Yeah.
-the original book
-you. you give me motivation. :)

Other:
-if you want to use an idea in this (and any) of my books, please ask. Each of my works are usually original (as original as fanfiction can get) unless stated otherwise
-should that happen, please credit (since they're usually original ideas of mine) and mention me

If you're new here/this is the first Ariyaquila book you've read, updates are usually quick if I didn't put it on hold. I work alone (meaning I write and edit on my own) and have a few other books to plan and write which would make the process a little slower than usual.

This will probably be shorter than the original. If you know the plot this kind of follows it.

Also, yes, I'm sorry this account has... now four books heavily focused on Grian and/or Xisuma. My bad. Please don't blast me for that, but I can't rewrite this without using Grian and Xisuma because it's a rewrite, I have to.

With that being said, please, sit back, relax, and enjoy my seventh official book of Hermitcraft fanfiction, set in Season VII. <3)

The only thing the player heard was the sound of his heart pounding against his ribs and the Watcher's soft breath in his right ear.

"You're an interesting player," the Prime Watcher said in a low volume, tilting his head. He pulled away, folding his hands behind his back. The Watcher stood up proud and tall, smirking down at the beaten up player who was forced to his knees when he was thrown into the room.

A sinister smile twisted its way onto the Prime Watcher's face. It sent a shiver down the poor player's back, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't hide it. The Watcher chuckled, observing as the player almost shriveled inwards in fear.

"There's something different about you... I just can't put my finger on it." He slowly- almost mockingly- circled the player with slow and dramatic steps. The player ducked their head and averted his eyes to the floor as if the attention would get drawn away from him. Blood dripped from his forehead, hair matted with sweat and dirt. Both blood and dirt had been smeared across his face, but his eyes were sparking with fury that bubbled just beneath the surface.

The Prime Watcher stopped in front of the player after one circle, robes dramatically swaying at his feet. He peered down at him, an emotionless facade masking any sense of pride.

The Watcher reached out to brush the player's chin with pale, slender fingers. As soon as they made contact, both jerked back, the Watcher hissing and shaking his hand like he put it an inch too close to an open fire. The player rubbed his chin in an attempt of soothing the sudden pain. The Prime Watcher examined the burn on his hand, ignoring the player's glare.

Where he made contact with the player was a small burn with a shiny golden hue. The breath of the player caught in his throat as the Prime Watcher's purple eyes tracked his every move.

"Interesting," he mused. "Very. Interesting." Within the blink on an eye, the Watcher grabbed the player by the collar of his clothes, hauling him into the air as if he weighed nothing. The player yelped, the first noise he made since he came in that room.

"Let- go of me," the player gasped, kicking and thrashing. The Watcher held strong, frowning and slowly shaking his head, his thin black hair brushing his jaw.

"This would only mean-" the Prime Watcher's eyes narrowed. "You're an admin." In response, the player hissed, grabbing the Watcher's wrist that held him up. The admin simultaneously blasted the floor, splintering the spruce planks. The Prime Watcher dropped him, stumbling back from the amount of magic that lingered on the admin's hand after the explosion and the pain that seared on his wrist.

The admin scrambled to his feet, staggering to the door. Without looking back, he kicked down the door and disappeared down the entry hall, his shoes pounding against the spruce floorboards. As he ran, he cradled his purple-burned hand to his chest, sprinting as quickly as his legs could take him.

After running through many halls and getting lost one too many times, he dragged himself out of the building, toppling down the stairs that led up to the mansion. Somehow, he managed to weakly grasp the rails that lined the sides of the huge staircase, stopping any further descent. He lifted himself over the rail and fell to the prickly grass that muffled his fall.

The admin brought his admin panels up, poking the golden screen that would whisk him away to the Admin HeadQuarters. With a small smile of triumph, he worked his admin magic and disappeared from sight.

And just like that, the only evidence of him being there was the flattened grass he had landed on.

(5/7/20)