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The hermits who'd witnessed the small fight Grian and the stranger had flew the unconscious kid to Stress' ice castle, laying them on a newly remade bed. False and Xisuma had decided that they would help them then ask questions, as their mask had been taken off meaning that they couldn't be able to use their full abilities.

Grian returned to the castle, leaning against the doorframe that opened into their room, thinking deeply about this kid. How did they know me? Have the watchers told the others about me? 

Scar tapped his shoulder, causing him to flinch a bit, "Could you give us an explanation about what just happened?" his friend asked clearly a bit upset and hurt. Grian sighed and nodded, following him into the other room where there conveniently was a few chairs and a table, he saw that the hermits who'd flown here with the stranger were sitting around the table.

Everyone heard them enter and turned to them, Grian awkwardly shuffled over and took a seat next to Xisuma, Scar taking the closet seat to where he stood. Grian lowered his head, "I don't know them" he said just so the people at the table could hear him. Doc straightened himself "but what about what happened between you two? you sent them over and you made a sword come outta nowhere! what's that about?!", the bird closed himself off; unsure. How are you supposed to tell your server-mates that 'oops you thought I was a bird, actually I'm not even a player!'?! 

Xisuma snaked his hand over to Grian's, holding then squeezing. The admin spoke next, "Grian is what we call a 'Watcher'. An entity who're assigned to servers to guide players to new updates or to help them with glitches or problems. Grian is a former Watcher as he's run off from the main watchers, rebelling from what they're supposed to do.". 

Mumbo stared blankly before talking, "I thought he was just shapeshifter-" he slapped his hand over his mouth "oops". Grian put his hands together then pointed them at him "you absolute spoon", "Wait hold up... your a shapeshifter too?" Xisuma turned and looked at his neighbour. The bird just nodded and mumbled a small 'yeah', "We're learning a lot today" Stress joked, she earned a few smirks and laughs.

They spoke for a bit after that when...

"h o l d u p -"

The hermits turned to the now awake stranger, their watcher clothing replaced with a baggy pale purple shirt, a large darker pale purple sweater and brown jeans.

"Where did those come from??" False asked "No hermits wear purple-", the stranger put their hand up "ight I know, but i ain't no hermit. The mask kinda replaces your clothing with those dang robes". "Why are you here?" Grian stood from his seat, turning fully to the kid. Their face lit up, "Y-your Xelqua, right?" he nodded "everyone's looking for you... I was tasked to come get- you" The kid turned off the echo in their voice. 

"I don't know you... who are you?"

"Oh! silly me, forgot to introduce myself... I'm Mothxiety or Moth" they stuck out their hand for Grian to lightly shake. Stress came up beside Grian "Guess I was right about Grian being a watcher", Moth gave a small chuckle "yep you were". The shapeshifter looked at the moth "how can I be sure you're not trying to bring me back..?" "wEll, to start my outburst was caused by the mask, I don't think I'd be as reckless as that since this world is quite nice" Mothxiety rubbed their fingers together.

The rest came up behind the hermits and Moth, Xisuma taking more of a stand. "What do the watchers need Grian for" "From what I remember from their long boring speech before I came here... they said they needed this birdboy due to the abilities he owns... I also think they just wanna flex" Mothxiety joked at the last part. Grian rubbed his face, he walked off to another side of the room, thinking. Moth shrugged "Ey, I'm just the messenger, I'm obviously not gonna take you", Iskall came outta nowhere "maybe we should leave Mothboy and Birdboy alone, they could catch up or something" the hermits agreed and they disbanded.

Grian and Moth landed, they quickly ducked into the airtum (That's how you spell it, right???) and sat down in the warm grass, staring down into the cooling water puddled into a small infinite water source. Small parrots littered the ground with chickens walking around, grass waving silently in the soft evening breeze that crashed onto the open area. Mothxiety laid down, stretching out in the grass then looking up at Xelqua, who sat there looking at his hands which sat in his crossed lap. "What's up?" The kid asked him, he turned a bit before looking back "It's just... you seemed so happy to see me... what's that about?".

The moth hybrid got up, still sitting but letting their exposed legs fall into the water without much care "When you disappeared, The head watchers had turned you into a story, saying that you died because you didn't listen or obey them.", They leaned over to the bird a bit "They -- for some reason -- told me that it wasn't true and that I had to go get you". Grian looked at them, staring into their four eyes "So everyone thinks Xelqua is dead?", he gained a small nod from his fellow watcher. "Wow..." He muttered before leaning back into the grass, letting his legs fall into the water too, he stared up at the now turning a blue-ish purple orange sky.

Moth sighed heavily, falling beside their friend "They made me put on that mask... I didn't know it did that. I'm sorry for attacking you or scaring your friends" they apologized then kept quiet.

Grian broke their silence, "Say, if you're a moth; what happened to your wings?". Moth looked at their back as much as they could "Well, when I was taken to become a watcher, they didn't know I was a hybrid, more specifically a winged one. What they did was they replaced those moth wings with their normal watcher wings.". The birdboy got up, staring down at the moth "Where did you come from...?"Mothboy got up as well and just gave him a small laugh "I'll tell you if you tell me where YOUR from".

They received a nod then began talking about their home, "Well... I came from another survival world, I loved that place dearly. We spent so long there, making our stronghold into our new home... Heck, we even somehow got our pets into there. Heh it took us forever to beat that silly dragon then to find some elytras." Grian blinked, confused because they didn't even explain anything.

Mothboy looked at his expression and gave a laugh, "It was a survival world I was in with a few friends, we were there for such a long time that we'd beaten the enderdragon and took over a stronghold for our base. One day when I was returning from going to our old base to pick up some leftovers from the chests, I blacked out. Next thing I know, I was like a ghost to my friends, through the chat; it had said I'd left the server". Grian nodded, understanding now, Moth waved their hand around a bit "Somehow, the watchers picked me up and took me away from that server. According to some of the higher ranked watchers, the world was corrupted and my amigos didn't make it out...".

Grian gave them a soft sad face, "that... That really sucks" Mothboy nodded and then pointed at the bird "Now it's your turn". He paused then began "Well... I used to be a part of a world kinda like that, it was quite old and had to be updated a lot to get where we are right now. I was there with a bunch of people I'd grown to be friends with, they didn't really care if I was a hybrid. It was a much more reckless version of Hermitcraft, pranks were played, empires grew then fell... very reckless and unsupervised... The watchers looked after the world". Mothxiety gave him a soft nod, wrapping their arms around him. "We had to beat the enderdragon by ourselves, one per player... when we fell into the portal and I was taken away from my world and my friends, Later in my training, I didn't do something right and they began destroying the world. I never got to know what happened to my friends down there". "Oh Grian.. I'm sure that there alive... we'll find a way for you to see them again" The moth hybrid softly said, Grian shuffled his feet

I'll find a way

I promise

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