Grian flew around his huge mansion, glaring at the unfinished back walls that snow piled on top of. He swooped in and out of the mansion, narrowly avoiding the parts that were finished. Pulling up and high into the sky, he took the view of the entire mansion as a whole.

The only thing that bothered Grian was the snow (again) that decided to make its home on the top of the blocks. Down on the large staircase, a new lectern was placed near a red shulker box. Grian frowned, diving straight down and pulling up at the last minute.

He landed in front of the lectern, seeing a small book placed on it. In his pocket, his glasses started to vibrate slightly. Scowling, he took out the glasses and put them onto his face. The faint lines and stats popped up and filled his vision. The panels and commands scrolled past, showing new updates Minecraft plans to have. Messages from Libra were also blinking, but they were just simple reminders for the meeting that was set in a few days.

Apparently Libra sent out a message to all the admins. She said to not worry about the flickering sky and that the other Prime was fine now. Grian chuckled and slipped the glasses off. Only took a day or so to get that out.

The admin turned his glasses to him, faintly seeing himself in the reflection.

"You can't wear glasses." The younger Grian blinked, looking up at his mentor, one of the Prime Admins. The Prime had taken a liking to Grian, especially after the small boy was able to single-handedly take down a few full-grown Watchers at a young age and has shown interest in becoming a Prime Admin. It's true that every admin has a higher ranked admin that helps them train for their trials, but never before has a Prime Admin mentored.

"Well. That's quite stupid," Grian said, slipping his glasses off and looking at them. He faintly saw himself in the reflection as he cleaned the lenses.

"It gives you a weakness. If you're in a fight with a trained PvPer they will try to knock the glasses off," The Prime Admin explained, staring down at the short player before him.

"Why?" Grian asked as the Prime pinched the bridge of his nose. The admin crossed his arms, the shiny golden and white fabric reflecting a faint light.

"They either assume you can't see without them or they know you have enchantments on them." Grian sighed, holding the glasses up to eye level.

"What if I say they're just aesthetic?" The Prime Admin paused before he huffed and dragged his hands down his face.

"What's wrong with you?" The corner of the Prime's lips twitched upwards as Grian shrugged, slipping the glasses back on his face. With an exasperated sigh, the Prime Admin continued, "Fine, you can wear them, but during training you can't."

And with that, they continued with the training they had set out to do in the first place.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," Scar said, eyes focused on Grian's glasses. The smaller Hermit almost jumped at the sudden appearance, but managed to only look over his shoulder. Grian shook his head with a quiet sigh.

"Not normally, no. I just- here, look. Keralis's handwriting is beautiful and extremely neat, but it's so small I can't read it." He gestured to the book and stepped to the side, letting Scar come closer. The wizard squinted at the words, leaning forwards. He slowly nodded, and to Grian's relief, seemingly bought the lie that was made up on the spot. Grian gave himself a mental pat on the back.

"Yeah," Scar said, drawing out the sound with realization in his voice. "So, your... nearsighted? Farsighted? I always mix the two up." He chuckled to himself. Grian smiled, squinting at the book again. "Alright, terraforming time?" Scar pulled out the extra blocks just in case they needed more.

The duo, after many hours, managed to finish one side of the mansion's landscape. The grass was fresh and trimmed, the water flowed into the crevasse with quiet splashes, the rocks looked natural... everything was perfect, thanks to Scar's help.

The new few days saw Grian building and building, finishing the main room under the manor and decorating it slightly. It took longer than Grian had expected. He had to constantly gather more resources, as he kept running out and using stacks upon stacks of blocks.

During a break, Grian was sprawled out on the grass in front of the mansion. His hands were folded behind his head as he laid there, soaking in the sun that shone from the bright blue sky. (Not flickering this time.) A subtle vibration from his glasses in his pocket forced him to pry his eyes open. Grian pulled out his communicator, squinting at the date.

"Has it already been two days?" Grian grumbled to himself, pulling up the admin panels in front of him. After a series of pokes and swipes, the three hovering screens faded away. The admin groaned loudly, so loud he thought he heard an echo from the jungle.

Grian raced to his starter base, looking through each of the chests. After realizing he probably couldn't find what he was looking for, he released an exasperated sigh. The sorting system would have to be put off. Again.

"Guess it'll have to wait for later..." Grian pulled the panels again, pressing the panel that would bring him to the Admin HeadQuarters.

He hoped no one would be suspicious that he would be missing for a few days.