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Rushing footsteps echoed down the empty hallways, panicked they were, searching for a place to flee to where They would not find him. It was difficult, so very difficult, they are likely informing everyone to be on a look out for him. What was he meant to do now that he had nowhere to go? He was unsure, so very unsure and scared. 

Hearing voices, he panicked even further, going further and further into the hallways, going through different paths. The further he went the more he noticed that there were less active portals, did he run towards the whitelisted portion of the server hub? That was very likely, but that didn’t mean much to him, not when he had no way of using any of these portals to hide or escape from Them. 

So he did the only thing he could do right now, he headed deeper into the hallway until he found one particularly odd portal that was so far removed from the other portals. He ignored it thinking it was just one of those private servers with friends, so he moved away from it to find a better place to hide– but he stopped. 

He has a feeling, a very odd one. Telling him to go to the portal, it was almost as if there were invisible strings gently pulling him towards the strange portal that’s so far away from the others. It was almost as if he was pulled into a trance to follow the gentle tugging of the invisible strings– only to snap out of it when he heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer. 

Afraid and panicked, he quickly ran towards the portal, there was no other choice, he didn’t have enough time to hide anywhere else nor was there even any space to hide, not enough portals to hide him well enough. So he followed the gentle tugging of the invisible strings and a nagging feeling to trust whatever it was that’s guiding him. The moment he got to the portal he immediately recognized the symbol behind it. Now he understood why it was alone and so far. 

No one would go near such a portal, not when the Admin had deemed the symbol alone as a taboo. A cursed to be weary, ruined and ancient room it is, he cares not, he knows he would be safe if this is what he thinks it is. Taking one last glance back, noting They are drawing closer, he glared at Them and silently muttered a curse, as he turned back towards the portal and quickly went through it. 

Just as They arrived, bolts of lightning struck the portal frame and caused Them to step away from the portal in a fit of panic. Until at last, when the bolts of lightning stopped, did they realize that the portal was gone. The room is nothing more than a barren corridor. 

One of Them cursed, slamming their hand against the walls in a fit of anger and frustration. They had lost their special Admin. It would seem as though they would have to pay a visit to those that can’t be heard nor seen if they wish to take back their precious little admin they had so painstakingly trained to be the best amongst all Admins. 

Grian hums as they cleaned up their house, it had been quite some time since they had done so, especially since they had been quite busy. Busy enough that he didn’t even have the time to do any of his chores or ensure that NPG and Robot Grian are up to date. Which inevitably came back to kill him, he got it handled, but it was certainly a mess to deal with. 

Especially since he had to confirmed with the Admins that no, he did not tried to commit Genocide and that one of the characters he had created and program for a story had somehow went rogue due to a corrupted data file. It was hard to lie, but it was definitely enough to convince the Admins that he was just being silly and unaware. 

Hackers have been on the rise as of late, so of course it makes sense. Maybe. He wasn’t sure, he doesn’t really pay much attention to the news as of late. 

Ehh, the world of Admins is not his concern anymore, he and all the other Primordial Admins had retired or passed away, leaving the current generations to do as they please, so long as it is within reason. Plus it does him a wonderful job that he and his fellow Primordial Admins agreed to use alternative names when it comes to being Admins. There’s no way in Minecraftia they would want to get consistently bothered by everyone if they knew what they looked like and what their real names are. 

The joy of being Xelqua is that he has several identities anyways, even if he’s referred to by titles and not names. 

Nonetheless, he continues to clean their home– until they feel a familiar presence in the back of his mind. Someone was near the gateway to his personal world, curious but concerned, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the presence. Becoming nothing more than a spectral presence in the portal hallway. From there he wandered around, until he came across a faded string. It was the same familiar presence he had felt before. 

Ever so curious, he followed after it, slowly but surely collecting it, having noted that it was also damaged. Almost as if as though someone had been tampering with their codings, enough that it’s life altering, but subtle enough for no one to notice, unless one is trained in codes much like himself. It took awhile, but he saw someone running down the private servers hallways. 

But it wasn’t just anyone, no. 

It was a Voidwalker. One, he painfully found familiar. 

Frowning, he held out his hand and gently guided them towards a corridor, one where he summoned a gateway to his own private world. It’s very unusual for a Voidwalker to be out and about alone, especially in such a panic induced state. With a gentle, but strong beat of their wings, Grian made sure to follow, scowling when he saw there was a group of Admins chasing after the Voidwalker. 

Of course it would be the latest Generations of Voidwalkers that would be chasing after them, he never liked how the Admins nowadays had acted, had done things. He sometimes misses the past Admins, like Jeb and such, but at the same time, he doubts it would ever come to it. But if push comes to shove, he, a Primordial Admin, will return with judgment. 

For now, he needed to guide this unfortunate soul. 

He then sat atop the portal frame to his world, looking down at the Voidwalker, he could have sworn they had seen them before, but he can’t remember where they had seen them. But they let out a growl of anger at the dishevel and damaged state they’re in, whatever had happened to cause these injuries was done with the intention of punishment. He will be absolutely livid if it’s the Admins that was chasing them that did it. 

He doesn’t like when someone under his protection gets harmed. 

His interest was however peaked when the Voidwalker shied away from the portal, which was very unusual, every Voidwalker that sees the Watcher Symbol often follows it. Even if they chose not to follow the Watcher Pantheon, they always recognized the Symbol, in particular, his own emblem. 

A Sun with the Watcher Symbol in the center. 

That is the only way to tell the difference between the Watcher God and the normal Watchers. Although Grian frowns, he has a bad feeling that the Voidwalker before them does not recognize the difference between the two and believes it is the normal Watcher Symbol. How odd, yet concerning. He was about to get off and interfere and gently questioned what was wrong when he heard shouting and the hastening sound of footsteps.

That is when he saw the flash of fear grace the young Voidwalker face as they quickly jumped through the gate. Angered, he called forth lightning to remove the portal and to stop the foolish Admins in their tracks. He will not allow the Admins to get the young Voidwalker, not while he has his duty to protect them. With a angered huff, they returned to their physical body–

Stumbling back from dizziness. 

“Minecraftia…I forgot that’s exhausting.” Grian muttered to themselves as they leaned against the wall to get their bearings. He will never get used to doing something such as that and he quite likes using such a skill as sparingly as possible, it always left him vulnerable and he hated that. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable and alone without anyone he trusted to ensure he’s safe. Being a god has its downsides after all. 

Once he was sure he had gotten his bearings and no longer suffered from the dizziness, he stood up and called up the Administration Panel again, smiling a little at the acknowledgement of another player being in his world. Although he frowned when he read the name, he could have sworn he had seen that name before, but he can’t be sure, it was scrambled, that much was evident. 

With a hum, he started to unscramble the name as he headed towards the Voidwalker position, it took some time, but by the time he got to the Voidwalker, he had managed to finish unscrambling the name, only to let out a gasp of shock. He knows this name and looks at the Voidwalker more carefully– despite their unconscious state as he kneels down to heal them as best as he could. 

He recognized their name ever so faintly, it was a name he had given to the son of his old friend. They both agreed that the child would be named after him, but slightly just different. Closing his eyes, he then faintly recalls his old friend begging him to search for his lost son. He, much like everyone, had searched for them, but could never find them. He had no choice, but to put a stop to the search when his friend had disappeared without a trace. 

It had left him with nothing, but guilt and pain for having to stop the search. He just couldn’t bear to continue it when it had destroyed his friend to the point he had vanished. 

But it made him frown, he recalled the Admins were chasing him moments ago. 

What did the Admins want with Xisumavoid? Were they the one who had taken and hidden him for so long? If So…why?

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Grian carefully carried the young Voidwalker to his room, considering he never had guests stay for long or at all for that matter, he settled with giving the young Voidwalker his bed. Until he makes a temporary room for them at least, he ignored the looks of confusion from both NPG and Robot Grian when he had passed by them both. He opened the door– via magic and gently settled the young voidwalker on the bed. 

He frowns as he assesses the damages, yes he had healed them, but it was only enough to heal the worst injuries, for the most part. He was afraid that they wouldn’t have enough energy to really heal themselves with the magic. But it concerns him with how many injuries he had, he could only guess that from all the running and tearing through the codes to escape that caused him immense pain and no time to stop and take a break for a moment. 

Summoning his administration panel, he uses it to scan the young Voidwalker for a full analysis of their well being— only to give out a sharp gasp of horror. Followed by boiling anger, the moment he figures out which Admins did this, he is not going to give mercy in his judgment, with a breath he brings out several vials and a lot of medical items. Walking out the room for a moment to call out for NPG to bring him some larger clothes for their guest. 

With that, Grian turned back to the young Voidwalker and immediately got to work on bandaging their wounds and clearing up any damages and corrupted codings from them. Normally he asked for permission with the codes, but this was an emergency and he’s afraid if he left it unattended, it would cause irreversible damages. He would have to find his older twin later. 

Assuming, he knows where to look in the first place anyways. 

Grian sighs in relief upon finishing the last bandage, it was an exhausting day and he had spent a huge portion of it bandaging the young Voidwalker. He knows he’s Xisumavoid, that much is evident when he had unscrambled their name and the codings telling him as such. Actually speaking of codings, he should probably get to repairing as much as he could right now, but first thing first, he walked over to the chest full of clothes that NPG had dropped off earlier and went through it. 

He did raise his eyebrow at some of the clothes, wondering where he had gotten some of these clothes. Or maybe either NPG or Robot had gotten these clothes and totally forgotten all about it or something, he wouldn’t be that bothered if that was the case. He doesn’t really change his clothes all that often, he always wears his classic red jumper after all. 

Nonetheless, he looks through the content and picks out a couple that he thinks would fit and be comfortable, comfortable enough to not aggravate the bandaged wounds and give him space to move around in. A large galaxy theme hoodie, a white shirt and black shorts. Nodding to himself, Grian walked over to the young Voidwalker slumbering form and gently and carefully dressed him in the clothes, it was a lot better than the clothes he had before. 

Thinking about it, he glances at it, considering he had butchered it and thrown it to the ground while he was bandaging the young Voidwalker. The clothes itself wasn’t really considered as such, dark violet stained what was likely once purely white, the clothes reminded him of the kind that one would wear at a hospital or undergoing medical tests. Narrowing his gaze, he recalled the Admins were chasing him before. 

Maybe those were clothes worn by lab subjects and if that is the case, then he is not happy. Not one bit. In fact, he is more than likely in a murderous rage and has to calm himself or else he wakes up the young Voidwalker in his care. Taking one last glance at the young Voidwalker, he gently covers them with the wool blanket and leaves the room. Instructing both NPG and Robot Grian to watch over the young Voidwalker while he’s out and to inform him if anything happens. 

Better say than sorry, after all. He doesn’t know what the Admin had done to the young Voidwalker…assuming it really is in fact the Admins that did something. He’s still skeptical about the whole situation after all. He would have to do some investigation after all, on a downlow anyways, no need to cause for alarm. 

Unless it’s necessary, then that’s a different story.

But for now, he needs to return to the Watcher Kingdom and finish the codings for the new world, the quote on quote ‘Server’ he will create for his friends. He likes servers, but not enough to actually allow the current Generations of Admins to be happy about the amount of controls and ownerships. He doesn’t really care, sure it’s for safety and all. 

But he hates how demanding they are about it. Plus, he likes the old ways, it’s nicer and more…natural. Per say. 

With a sigh, he rubs his face, he needs some rest, it has been a long day and quite frankly, sleeping sounds very heavenly right now. He would have to figure out what to do with Xisuma some other time. Which also includes trying to find his friend next, which, inevitably, won’t even be easy at all. With one last glance at the sleeping Voidwalker's peaceful face, he smiles gently then leaves the room. 

He groaned as he woke up, he felt as though he was swimming through nothing, but darkness and his limbs felt heavy and lethargic, but despite the foggy darkness, he felt something soft. Which…made him more confused than ever. He thought he would have been sleeping on the cold, hard ground, not something so…soft. 

Strange, The Scientists would never let him sleep on anything soft unless it is a reward for following all of their expectations. 

Opening their eyes– albeit with troubles due to how exhausted they feel, they felt even more confused. He had expected to be greeted by the usual cold empty white ceiling, not a wooden ceiling. Not only that, but they felt something on their face, even more confused, they reached out to touch it– noting that it was bandages. 

Why were their bandages covering a large portion of their face? He was never given any medical treatments unless it was deemed necessary, so why? Where was he even anyways? He wasn’t sure…

No. 

Wait. Now he remembers. 

He had managed to slip away and escape, not without so many injuries, he had barely escaped their latest test, it had hurt so much that the powers he was forced to use had helped him escape in the first place. He faintly recall running through the hall as far as he could, until he felt a familiar presence guide him to the portal with the forbidden symbol. 

The Watcher Symbol. 

He knew for a fact that he would rather be at the mercy of the Watchers than be captured by Them again, so he took his chance. Then nothing. 

But that still left him with questions. Where was he even? Why was he bandaged and placed on such a soft and comfortable bed? Why even go through the efforts of helping a creature like him? 

As far as he knows, he’s a Voidwalker. A creature of destruction and misery. So why?

He jolted in surprise upon hearing the sound of a door opening– prompting him to whimper in pain when he had moved for a moment. How injured was he? He wasn’t even sure, but it had oh so definitely hurt, his vision blurred with tears, but he shouldn’t cry, he can’t. If he cried then the tests would worsen and he would fail and if he fails then he would be punished.

He didn’t want to be punished, not again and not ever– he whimpered even more when he felt something grab him. Fearful and afraid, he lashed out– he can’t get hurt anymore, it was too much. Far too much, he struggles even more when the thing did not let go, he cries, begging to be let go, he couldn’t even breathe! He begged and begged to be let go, pleading to not hurt and that he promises that he would do better and–

“Breathe– Xisuma , please, just breathe along with me okay?” 

He stopped, the name felt… Familiar …warm, even.

He calms down as he follows the voice, breathing a little slower and more calmly. What was going on? Why was there no pain? He thought the Scientists were mad at him, worst, he thought the Admins were furious. So where was he? Who was speaking to him with such warmth and why? 

The more he calms down, the more he realizes something. 

He was warm, so very warm, he could faintly hear the sounds of a heartbeat– was he being held? He wasn’t sure, it was just so warm, so soft, through the blurry visions of tears, he could faintly see red. Was the voice wearing red? He’s not sure. 

He faintly recalls someone wearing red, smiling down at him as they proclaimed themselves as brothers. 

He doesn’t even remember their faces, except how warm and happy he felt. 

Was this voice the so-called brother he faintly remembers?...No, that can’t be right, it didn’t feel right, the hug…didn’t feel like theirs. So who was it? He rubbed the tears away to better see, looking in pure astonishment at the pretty sight of feathers. 

Red, Yellow and blue. 

Wait. 

Did this voice that was holding him have wings? That’s…that’s amazing, he had faintly remembered wings before, maybe from the avians, but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care, he was just happy to see those pretty colors. He didn’t even cared that he was cocoon in the warm embrace of the voice whose wings are as vibrant as the sunsetting sky–

He frowns, he has never seen the sky, so why did he say that? 

But who cares, he felt as though it was right. 

“Xisuma, are you okay? Your wounds aren’t hurting, is it?” He blinks, seemingly confused, the voice that held him was speaking, he could tell that he was held to the chest of the voice. Considering he could hear their heartbeat, he looked up. Even more confused, but astonished by the colors he sees. 

Warm sunlight was cast over the voice figure, revealing so much about them. Hair as bright as honey-brown wheat, one eye being a cool ocean blue and the other a never ending void black with a sparkle. 

But he frowns as he recalls the question they had asked, were they referring to him? But why? Why did he call him such an odd name? 

“Whose…Xisuma…?” He questioned hesitantly, whimpering at how terrible they had sounded, they shook further at the crestfallen look on the warm voice face. Did they say something wrong? He hadn’t meant to, were they getting punished? He really hopes not–

“That is your name, Xisuma, do you not remember…?” 

Oh. 

What was their name?

Was…

Was it their name before? He faintly recalls some memories, cloudy as they may be, so maybe, he really did have a name? But…the scientists and Admins told him that he was created though, so why did he have a name? Why did he have these faint memories?

“But…I was told…my name is…Project Administrator…?” 

Of course he voiced his question, he was confused, so very confused, but that just made the warm voice even sadder. Why? Was he not supposed to say that? Was it not a name? He doesn’t understand, he’s just an experiment, so why?

“No, little voidling, that is not your name. Your real name is Xisuma. It will always be Xisuma, okay?” 

He felt the warm voice hold them a little closely, he didn’t mind it, it was warm, very warm and comfy, he cuddles closer. Was this a dream? He doesn't know, even if it was, he would rather live in a dream than be punished. He felt sleepy though, could he even sleep in a dream? He’s not sure, but the name, Xisuma, definitely felt better than the one the Scientists and Admin gave him. More warm and comforting–

Ah.

Now he remembers.

He remembers his papa giving him a name. How warm he felt before he came to be in the desolate labs. 

“Xisuma, do you remember me?”

He hummed in response, he was sleepy, tired as well. He didn’t even register the question he was asked, instead, he answered instinctively what he felt.

“Papa…warm…” 

No sooner did he utter those words, did he fell into the warm embrace of slumber.

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Grian flopped onto the floor, tired, he was in his watcher form considering he was doing some emergency work he had gotten from a few of his old Admin friends and so much other stuff as well. Why they had asked him for help, he wasn’t entirely sure honestly, but he wasn’t complaining now was he? Nope, not one bit, it was better than going to some super boring Admin meetings and pretending that he is such a low level and unimportant naive Admin with big dreams. 

Nope. 

His acting skills are so great, he wondered if he’s lying to himself on a daily basis. Now that would be something worth being concerned about if he wasn’t so very self aware of everything. Sometimes he wished he was lying to himself on a daily basis instead of being self aware, it could have saved him so much of his sanity in all honesty. 

Nonetheless, he was tired and it was early in the morning and when he meant early, he meant by the fact that the sun just quite literally just rose a moment ago. Well, it’s not like he had planned to sleep anyways, he had been so busy that he didn’t get more than at the very least, three hours of sleep! The curse of being a leader is the amount of work he has to do. 

How could anyone with a normal life and a normal job handle so much work, he can never figure it out. With a huff, he waved his hands– replacing his watcher robes with his normal clothes and removed the veil and crown for his glasses. Now he would have also totally turned back to his normal average player height, but like, he doesn’t want to. 

He doesn’t want to make the effort into being short when he could totally do some cool stuff while being tall. Like reaching high places and doing some productive work in the lab without having to worry about needing to get a stool or whatever to get some stuff. Cursed NPG and his need to make his life inconvenient by placing the important stuff in high places!

Why did he even make him so tall and menacing? He will never know. 

Well, since he’s not going to sleep any time soon, he might as well go ahead and check up on Xisuma. Had been a few days since he had last seen him and even then it was mostly sparingly with the amount of work he had to go through. Not that he even enjoys it per say, but really, he’s starting to think the current generations of Admins are putting all the work they’re meant to do onto the new generations and the naive yet younger admins.

He would have to have a chat with them if this keeps up, he likes his retirement, but he did promise to return if he’s not happy. Such a lovely threat honestly, it’s a great thing that his Watchers are just speculation amongst the entirety of Server Hub and its player inhabitants. 

And great, now he’s curious about the timeline of events and history, he knows for a fact that everyone tells him that he’s either too advanced or too old school. It's not his fault that the void doesn't have a concept of time, it’s the void after all! Nonetheless, he headed up to his room that he had sacrificed for Xisuma to use until he could either build a new house or until Xisuma had recovered just enough that he could handle the transport to the Watcher Kingdom. Oh he’s so excited to take him to the safety of the True End and True Void territory! Not even the Admins dare ever visit such a place without wanting to make contact with him or, well, be a bunch of demanding childrens. 

He shudders to think what could happen if the Admins did take it over. 

That would go against every bit of order and laws put in place by the Developers before their vanishing. Before the Primordial Admins had taken over in their place. 

Ehh, he could go insane over the timeline later, for now he has a child to worry about. Once he got to the door, he gently opened it to see if Xisuma was awake– only to hear the sound of a pained whimper no sooner than he opened the door. Alarmed, he quickly rushed over to Xisuma– only to yelp in a bit of pain from Xisuma lashing out, their unbandaged eyes wide open and unseeing. 

Grian bit his lip, Xisuma must think he’s in that awful place. He thought to himself as he managed to get close enough to hold him again. This time, he was prepared for the lashing, but he did not let go. Even when Xisuma lashed out again— begging to be let go, did Grian refuse. Even when he felt his heart break at the sight, what happened to hurt him so much? He wasn’t sure, he’s still young, a young teenager to be exact. 

Not actually sure what to do besides, well, holding them closely. Wrapping his wings around them for extra comfort. 

“Breathe– Xisuma, please, just breathe along with me okay?” He gently cooed, hoping it was enough to help him out of the fog of pain and memories that hurt so much. Thankfully, somehow, it was enough to snap him out of his panic and call him down. This caused Grian to sigh in relief, he was surprised that his voice was enough to calm him down, but at least he wasn’t constantly moving so much to aggravate his injuries…

Ah. 

Right, he had come here to check up on him to see if he had woken up and to check his bandage. He frowns, all that movement must have aggravated his injuries and potentially opened a few of them. It wouldn’t do him good if that’s the case, Xisuma healing is his top priority after all. 

“Xisuma, are you okay? Your wounds aren’t hurting, is it?” Grian gently questioned, worried laced their tone as they gently checked him over for any bloodied bandage or discomfort. Making a sound of concern upon finding that some of the bandaged is in fact bloodied, prompting him to frown quite a bit. He would have to change it soon. 

“Whose…Xisuma?” Grian immediately froze upon hearing the question, he looked down at Xisuma with a crestfallen look. Did he not remember? How? What happened to cause this? No wait, is it possible that whatever had happened to him had caused him to get amnesia as well? He really hopes that’s not the case, but the more he thinks about it, the more he finds that likely. 

He’s hoping he’s wrong. “That is your name, Xisuma, do you not remember…?” 

Xisuma just blinks up at him in pure confusion. 

“But…I was told…my name is…Project Administrator…?” Xisuma answered ever so confused, Grian just paled, he may only know much, but the so-called ‘name’ made him realize something. Something very important he had thought was buried forever.

Especially since the so-called ‘Name’ reminded him of a very dark and bitter history about the Admins. About a particular Admin being so jealous…

He shook his head, no, he will not think about it. Not at all, not now anyways. It was still a bloodstained piece of ancient history that made him sick. Yet, as he looks at Xisuma in defeat, he can’t help, but think something similar has occurred. 

He sighs sadly, he would have to teach Xisuma that he is not an experiment or a test subject. But that he is a person above all else, someone that is cherished and loved by them all. Most of all, he would have to figure out the safest way to bring his memories back somehow. After all, he doesn’t know how Xisuma had come to be taken for such horrors, nor does he even know what had happened to his mother either. 

“No, little voidling, that is not your name. Your real name is Xisuma. It will always be Xisuma, okay?” He gently reminded me, holding them a little tighter. It breaks his heart to see such a happy and cheerful child become a ghost of their former self. Once he gets his hands on whoever had done this and conducted an extremely illegal research, he will oh so definitely murder them. 

And then probably revive them and make the deaths even worse. Yet…if Xisuma really does have amnesia, then he most likely doesn’t remember his family either. 

His awesome dad that’s a godslayer, his kind mother and the counterpart he had accidentally found when Grian had made a portal in an attempt to try and connect Doom to his original home. Just, to be given closure actually, his friend's words, not his. Instead they found a whole entire world that sorta acts as the opposite of their own.

Except it’s extremely empty save for one person, his wife says the world was created too early, he didn’t want to know what she had meant by that. Of course, his friend had claimed the lonesome child as his second son and Xisuma had managed to also claim his counterpart as his twin due to how much they both look so very similar, save for some otherworldly differences. 

Even going so far as to give them a name. 

Exavian Xanthus Void, or E.X for short. 

It was a strange, but adorable sight really.

He…he really missed the simple and happy times, the times where they were just a happy little family that didn’t have to worry about much of anything. Where they didn’t have to worry about any sorts of dangers really.  But all of that shattered when Xisuma was whisked away suddenly. 

Now, Grian had found him again, having forgotten everything. 

Shakingly, he asked one last question. 

“Xisuma, do you remember me?” He really hopes he does– or at least just a faint or vague recollection, anything. He’s even prepared for the heartbreaking no–

“Papa…warm…”

Suddenly, Grian brain just fried itself upon hearing that one, singular word. 

He slowly looked down at Xisuma in complete shock, he had NOT expected to be called ‘Papa’, in fact, he had expected a depressing no. Which he was fully heartedly (Not really) prepared for– but no. He was called Papa. 

He did not expect that and did not know how to respond to such a thing. 

Sure the first time Xisuma had said his first word, he had called him a babyfied version of ‘Grandpa’, much to both his absolute horror and joy– he still wanted to kill his friend for telling Xisuma that he’s the grandpa. Even though he’s the godfather, but still. It was one of the happiest moments in his life– second place really. His marriage to his lovely wife takes first place. 

And yet, the more he thinks about the past, the more he remembers how fond he was. He still recalls the day his friend had come to visit him to tell him about Xisuma…

“Grian!” Said individual blinked in confusion, looking up from the paperwork they were just reviewing, having chosen to work in the gazebo of his garden instead of either his throne room or the stuffy study he often uses. Not only that, but he had not anticipated being visited by anyone either, there’s only a few that would boldly call out to him by his name– his Player name. 

Much less approach him anyways.

Although, that doesn’t stop the guards from stopping the unexpected guest from coming any further. Which left with one particular individual he could think of that would call out his name and still be stopped by the guards. 

“Guards, you may release him, he’s simply just an old friend.” Grian called out, the guards were hesitant, he could only guess that they’re new to their current position, he doesn’t blame them. Any new guards would be put off by his friend's friendly demeanor anyways. With great reluctance, they let the unexpected guest go through, who quickly came up and flopped onto the available seat. 

“Aww, thanks Grian for saving me from jail!” Grian rolled their eyes, setting aside their paperwork with amusement. “Oh? And what do I get for this unexpected visit, Doomguy ‘Godslayer’ Void?” Grian teased the unexpected guest, Doom just rolled their eyes as they took off their helmet and set it on the table. “I just came here to tell you a very important news” 

Grian sat up properly, surprised by the sudden seriousness that came from his friend, it was not often that he would be serious, unless, of course, he wants a good challenge. Or is in fact challenging something worth his time…or perhaps anger, but it was none of that. He was giving off a nervous, but excited aura, making Grian curious about what the news could be. “Is something the matter? You're nervous and you're serious, that’s never a great mix unless it’s something you're unsure about or just wanting to burst out and tell.” 

Doom just nervously smiled as they poured themselves a cup of tea and drank it without adding any sugar whatsoever. Or honey. 

Grian wonders if he’s okay, he never drinks his tea without at leasting adding a bit of sweetener, he did get some really bitter tea today after all– 

“I’m going to be a father.” 

Grian blinks, slowly letting the information sinked in, it took awhile– considering Doom was nervously sitting in his seat, until at last, Grian made a reaction. That reaction is called he started squealing in excitement. “Oh, that is such wonderful news! Congratulations on becoming a father!” Grian congratulated, earning a nervous, but happy chuckle from Doom. 

“Thank you Grian, we’re expecting a little boy and well, my wife thinks it would be a great idea if you decided the name of our child.” Grian recoiled in surprise– their wings snapped upward in surprise. “I– Are you sure about that? I’m…not exactly good at naming anything, this is your child, you have the right to name them–” Grian tried to deflect, but Doom wasn’t having none of that. 

“Relax, we know and we made our choices. You are not just our god and savior, but you are also our cherished friend.” Doom cut in, knowing full well that if he hadn’t said anything, Grian would have oh so definitely rambled from nervousness. “We’re also granting you the chance to know what it feels like to truly be part of a family by granting you this honor…and by making you their Godfather– if! You are okay with it–”

“Xelqua.” 

Doom blinks, utterly confused. “You sure that’s a good idea? That’s your original name and–”

Grian held up his hand to silent them. “I know I know, but just listen alright?” Doom blinks, slowly nodding in understanding, much to Grian amusement. “I had told you before that I am terrible at names, so I suggested a base for it. That’s all, if that’s not enough, then the closest that sounds nearly similar would be…Xisuma. A funny manipulation of the word Music, but still somehow sounds similar to Xelqua anyways.” Grian explains with a smirk as they pass off some of the finished documents to a different pile. 

Leaving Doom to contemplate the suggestion. 

“So, is that a yes to being a Godfather?”

Grian simply just laughed in response. “Yes Doom, I would love to be a Godfather.” 

Just thinking about his old friend made him both guilty and sad. 

Then came the faint memories he had of meeting Xisuma for the first time– it was also his first time holding the newborn Voidwalker after all. Then the last time he had seen him was when he was still a child centuries ago until he was taken away from the Voidwalker kingdom for an unforeseeable time. And yet,looking at the Xisuma he is currently holding now are very very different. Almost as if he was looking at a striking contrast between day and night. It made him all the more concerned, but most of all. He’s scared.

Scared that he had failed to protect them. 

Whatever happened to the bright and bubbly child he had known long ago? He will never know. 

And yet, Xisuma probably didn’t mean to call him papa and just thought he was his actual dad. It’s not his fault that he gives good hugs. Plus another thing is that Xisuma's father did not have wings. He was…actually a perfectly normal player. 

Well, as normal as a God Slayer and former dimension hopper can be anyways, he’s very sure he could be mistaken for a Voidwalker due to his unusual ability to not be affected by the void when he does travel through it.

With a sigh, he tries to gently let go of Xisuma, only to note that they’re actually stuck. In other words, despite how weak they are, they have a pretty strong grip. With a gentle huff of amusement in knowing that them being a cuddler never changed, they got them both into a more comfortable position. Mostly for himself considering he’s being sacrificed as a comfortable blanket and pillow to the Voidwalker.

Being ever so gentle as he could, he made sure that Xisuma was on his lap and leaning against him mostly, followed by gently wrapping the cozy blanket around them. Then wrapped his own wings around him afterward as an extra layer of protection and comfort. It was a great thing he didn’t change into his normal average player height and stuck to his much taller and intimidating height as a watcher– not his true height, but still. It was still early in the morning, so he doesn’t have to worry too much about missing anything until the afternoon. 

Assuming, of course, Xisuma wakes up around that time. 

He had been worried about the voidwalker wellbeing when he hadn’t woken up in quite literally, a week. Yes, a whole entire week. During that week, he had done quite a lot of things. A lot of very productive things in fact. 

He had an emergency meeting with his friends in regards to allowing him to invite Xisuma to the server to keep a close eye on them, but to also ensure that they are not alone and are always safe under his care as much as possible. Surprisingly, they had all agreed that Xisuma could join them on the server…under a condition. 

He has to at least have someone be his guard whenever none of them are around. Grian had agreed and since then, had been looking for someone to willingly safeguard Xisuma, but also keep it safe as a secret. He rather not have any traitors discover Xisuma and inform whoever had actually taken him. He suspects it’s the Admins, but he still has no evidence on such a claim.

Not without being seen as a jealous prick or an angry powerful individual that abused their powers and status.

Although…

He does have at least two candidates. 

Levias, a strange Fae, had recently obtained the vacant position of High Elder Watcher, a position that had been left empty ever since he had banished the previous for high treason. Not only had they recently obtained the position, but they are quite young as well, just relatively around…Xisuma age, in fact. 

The second candidate he has, is actually a suggestion from his darling wife. 

Welsknight. He doesn’t really know much about them, but from what his wife had told him, he’s a trustworthy Knight who swears their undying loyalty until death. Most of all, what piqued his curiosity about them, was that his wife had mentioned that the Knight, claimed to be Human, but does things that does not make them seem as one. His only logical explanation for all the strange things they can do and still appear human…

Would be confirmation if he’s a Minecrafter. A true player, per say. 

He will have to investigate them eventually, but for now, he will trust his wife and bring him in as a potential candidate. After all, his wife is a powerful individual, not that he would ever cross her. Nope, he would rather enjoy his happy marriage thank you very much. 

But still, if Welsknight really is a Minecrafter, then he must hail from Minecraftia. 

Hm, he would certainly have an interesting time learning about them, when he gets the chance to actually do the investigation of course. He certainly doesn't have the time to do anything right now anyways. 

“Creator, how long have you been sitting there?” 

Grian blinks, a bit startled to be addressed suddenly by NPG who stood at the door, staring back at him with an uninterested expression. “Um, since this morning? Why?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side in pure confusion, he probably was thinking long enough that a lot of time passes by. Again, probably. He’s been doing that a lot whenever he does his work absent minded, really. 

“It’s approximately ten A.M, my best guess is that you have been up since sunrise, did you even eat anything?” NPG questioned, the silence was enough to make him scowl in disappointment. “Ugh, whatever, I can handle watching over him for awhile, while you get ready for your next meeting and please for the love of the makers– do self care!” NPG growled, earning a nervous chuckle from Grian. Who very much listens by carefully and gently getting Xisuma to lay on the bed on his own. It took quite a while– due to how clingy the young Voidwalker seems to be, but they managed to make it work. 

By sacrificing a pillow size dragon plush for him to hug instead. 

NPG certainly has things to say about it, but wisely chose to stay silent, much to Grian appreciation as he headed downstairs and got started on making breakfast, well, more like lunch now, but still. Maybe Xisuma would like his favorite? Grian wondered to himself as he mindlessly collected the ingredients.

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The next time he woke up, he was…admittedly alone, that much he could tell. 

He had thought his papa– assuming it really is his papa– would have at least stayed with him a bit longer, but he wasn’t surprised if they had left to do something else besides staying with them. Although they were still comfortable, he still finds it so…alien to him. He didn’t really deserve to be treated so…

What was the word? 

He can’t seem to remember, it’s on the tip of his tongue and yet, he can’t even recall what it was. He blinked, ever so slowly, the warm sunlight was still on him, it made him feel as though he was sunbathing under the gentle glow and comfort of the sun itself. 

How did he know what the sun was and how it had felt? 

He gently and weakly lifted his arm up– noting with even more confusion on what it was he’s wearing. A hoodie, his mind supplies, but he doesn’t even know what a hoodie is, nor does he recall what it was, but it felt…comfortable, really. A nice blend of blue and indigo-violet with sparkles of white. It reminds him of the galaxy, of the star filled night sky. 

How does he even know what that is? 

The next thing he noticed was the blanket, a gentle forest green. Somehow, he felt as though he liked the color a lot. It reminds him of nature. Not that he remembers what nature really is, but he just likes it. It was soft and comfy, so he snuggled into it. That’s when he realized that he’s hugging something, he hadn’t even noticed it in his confusion and observations. Looking down, he saw it was a plush of some kind.

Well, a plush of a dragon. He thinks it’s the ender dragon– he had only seen it at least once or twice for a test. At least, as far as he could recall, that was the last test he had done before he had escaped. Escaped by being flung into the void and then in a fit of panic, he had used the powers he had. 

He wasn’t even sure why he had felt so safe in the embrace of the void. 

He had always been told that the void is a merciless, cold plane of existence. Just being in it would warrant an immediate, pain inducing pain beyond anyone's imagination. Not the comfort of safety. Yet in the end, he’s thankful for the fact that he was flung into the void anyways. It had given him an escape. Freedom from the Admins and the Scientists. 

He let out a gentle hum, it was nearly quiet enough that no one would hear unless they had a very great sense of hearing. He wonders if his papa is happy to see him again, despite how broken he is. 

“Xisuma, I can tell you are awake, do you need help in moving?” 

He immediately squeaked in surprise and sat up immediately– biting back a whimper of pain upon feeling most of his injuries flaring up from his sudden movement. It wouldn’t do him any good to make any sound of discomfort for fear that he would be punished for it–

“Relax, Xisuma, there’s no need to be afraid. I am not programmed to harm you and quite frankly, it is depressing to see you be so afraid of seeking help.” He blinks, staring up at the strange person before them. Did they say they were programmed? Did that mean that they are an android of some sorts? Sentient even? How does that even work? Did his papa make them? 

The strange android gave a soft, yet somehow gentle smile, despite how stiff they seem. “May I check your injuries?” He stayed silent, he wasn’t sure what to say or do, why did they want to see his injuries? Are they going to make it worse or are they going to make him feel better? He hopes it’s the latter, otherwise he will find a way to escape. 

He doesn’t like the strange android, not one bit. 

Ever so reluctantly, he nodded a little, hugging the plushie a little tightly in response. The strange android gave a slight smile of reassurance– he was anything but reassured. He was very much unnerved right now. Bright glowing red eyes that just stare into one soul. So very unnerving really. 

So he let them look over his injuries, wincing when they had to take off the hoodie– even if it was a bit of a struggle really. Why couldn’t it have been the zipper kind? He wasn’t sure. But he powers through it– so painfully numb to this sorta thing at this point. He was always given medical attention if his injuries were severe, well, severe enough to need it anyways. 

But he was pleasantly surprised that the strange android was being extremely gentle about addressing their wounds–

Wait. 

“What’s…that?” He hesitantly questioned, staring at the pink vial they had in hand, the android just blinked. “This is a Regeneration-Healing vial, alchemy made, not crafting made.” The android explained, much to their surprise. He felt as though he was interested in alchemy, but he wasn’t sure. 

But why were they using the Vial instead of a potion or just letting him heal the traditional way? 

“We’re using this vial because it is far more effective in healing you than normal potions. Traditional method is more helpful when your body has recovered more.” The android suddenly explained, startling him quite a bit. Well, at least now he understood, somewhat, but he was still confused. 

“Why…call me…Xisuma?” He questioned, it was something he had been meaning to ask the first time he had heard it from his Papa, but he was too tired and didn’t get the chance to ask. The android just hums. “That is the name that your godfather, the one who had saved you recently, gave you long ago.” The android had answered, startling them quite a bit, he hadn’t known they had family of any kind. Making slowly more suspicious about the words of his origin. 

He always did have this nagging feeling that he wasn’t created in the lab like the Admins and Scientists have repeatedly told him. 

Wait. 

The person that saved him, he had called Papa, was actually his godfather? That…strangely enough, that made more sense. Sorta, he doesn’t really remember much to actually be sure, maybe he’ll learn more eventually? Hm…

“Your…name?” He asked, and he told him that his name is Xisuma, so he kept it. It's definitely better than ‘Project: Administrator’ after all. It was also the name that his papa? Godfather? He’s still trying to understand what to call his savior, who had called him earlier. 

“NPC Grian, or NPG, as everyone tends to call me nowadays.” The Android, NPG, answered nonchalantly, much to Xisuma confusion. He wasn’t sure what type of name that is, but somehow, he felt like it has some sort of significant meaning behind it. He just can’t figure it out at all, at least, not at this moment anyways. 

Yet, it’s strange to refer to himself as Xisuma now, but it just felt right nonetheless. There wasn’t anything else they wanted to ask– at least, not yet, so they sat in silence. Well, as silent as it could be while NPG is re-bandaging his wounds. Until at last, he eventually finished and then helped him with getting the hoodie back on. Now realizing that it was definitely bigger than his pitiful frame. 

It made him feel embarrassed that NPG and most likely his papa or Godfather– he really needs to figure out who he really is to him– had seen how terrible he looks. “Do you want me to carry you downstairs? I am sure there’s some light meal waiting for you by now.” Xisuma immediately brightened up at the mention of being given a meal– he hasn’t remembered the last time he was given one. 

Assuming what he consumes on a daily basis could even be considered a meal at all in the first place, but the idea of being carried is a bit much for him. He didn’t need to be babied at all. Yet somehow, NPG knew what he was thinking and gave him a look. 

“As much as I would have liked to give you the chance to try and walk, you are too weakened at this very moment to do so. We’ll let you try and walk when you recover some more alright?” Xisuma huffed in annoyance, he really wanted to walk on his own, but he suppose he can’t really argue anyways. NPG is an android, therefore, they could be programmed to do whatever they must that’s deemed necessary. 

With great reluctance, he nodded solemnly. Much to NPG enjoyment…Xisuma was definitely right to assume that they are weird and creepy. 

Whose bright idea was it to leave them in the room anyways?

Grian sneezed, seemingly confused, who was talking about him behind his back? He wasn’t sure, it was certainly something unpleasant really, who would talk so great about him that caused him to sneeze? No, if anything, he gets a headache or a fuzzy feeling whenever someone talks about him in a good light. 

Not that they should anyways. 

Even after thousands of years, he still has no idea how he has ended up with millions of followers. Maybe it’s because of his Minetube channel, but he can’t really do much about that now can he? Nope, not one bit, he finds joy in making those videos afterall. 

Even though he’s very sure that he never revealed himself as Xelqua on his Minetube channel anyways. Maybe his friends from Wynncraft have revealed his name? No, there’s no way, yes he had used his original name there– as an Admin of course, so there’s definitely a way it was their fault.

He had kept up a veil to conceal their identity after all. Although he doesn’t do much on his Minetube channel as of late. 

Even though they’re currently just a good amount of building tutorial, build tips and hacks, as well as the occasional videos where he decided to venture out to the larger well known servers like Hypixel. Or the rare time he decided to make quote on quote ‘Lore’ with NPG and Robot Grian. 

He should make a better name for Robot Grian, especially with how often he kept having to repair him. Hm, maybe he should call Robot Grian, Kintsugi? Maybe? He has been repairing Robot Grian more often than he normally needed and should have. Who knows, he would have to figure it out some other time. Maybe. He was then pulled out of his musing when he heard the sounds of a certain android walking down the stairs. 

“NPG? Is something the matter–” Grian called out as he walked out of the kitchen– only to stop at the sight before him. “Well, good to see Xisuma is up and about…even if you're carrying him.” Grian casually pointed out with an amused expression, much to Xisuma embarrassment, NPG just rolled their eyes. “Creator, I believe Xisuma is well enough to move for a short amount of time, but I do also believe that he should be fed sustenances.” Xisuma just looks confused while Grian sighs in exasperation as they facepalm. 

“I gotta fix that vocabulary module of yours to go with like– something more modern like then technical.” He admitted, NPG just gives him a rude gesture as he smiles devilishly– much to Grian horrified shock and Xisuma amusement. 

“NPG! How dare thee! I didn’t create this wonderful vessel of yours just to be treated with such disrespect!” Grian gasped in mocked horror and disbelief, NPG just chuckles. “Ah, but dear creator, one must remember, you summoned a demon that loves nothing more than to create a rustic house!” NPG claimed with proud joy, only to gently pat Xisuma gently on the head. “Soon, I shall corrupt your precious little godchild with the joy of making a rustic house anyways.” 

Grian just grumbles in disbelief, he wonders where he had gone wrong. And why he had the bright idea to even summon a rustic house making demon despite the super big and bright red warning signs saying not to. 

Or perhaps, maybe he shouldn’t have made NPG pride and ego so notoriously high anyways. Grian parenting skills are lacking, but at least he’s trying! Even if he creates his childrens as sentient androids. 

Nonetheless, Grian motioned for NPG to let Xisuma sit at the table, to which he complied, much to Xisuma confusion as he was gently put on the chair. Grian on the other hand went and set a bowl of soup in front of Xisuma. Further confusing him, Xisuma looks up at Grian with a tilt of his head, asking a silent question. 

Grian just smiled gently. “You're malnourished and considering what you have gone through, I find it best to start with something simple as soft food.” He answers as he then gestured to the bowl. “So we'll start with soup to help you get the nutrition you need, then move on to solid food as you recover alright?” Xisuma hums a little, thinking it over in his head. He suppose it makes sense, from what little he knows anyways. 

He couldn’t really stomach much of anything before, but being hungry was common for him.

Hesitantly, he picked up the spoon and began to eat– well, mostly drink, but still. He immediately brightened up at the taste of the food and began to eat a little more. Slowly down when NPG gently prompted him not to for fear he would upset his already weak stomach and low appetite. Grian just giggled gently as he stood up and went over to get a cup of water for him. 

It took some time, but by the time Xisuma had finished– which admittedly wasn’t too much, but it was still progress. Grian took away the bowl and prompted NPG to do the cleaning while he took Xisuma outside to get some fresh air. Neither of them had to worry about Xisuma breathing issue in regards to the overworld air, this private world is coded specially to bring comfort to everyone and provide what they needed. 

Especially since Grian had ensured that the world is Endkin and Voidkin friendly. 

Safe to say, Xisuma was quite excited at the idea of visiting the outside world for the first time in possibly a very long time. Grian found that happiness a great sign that he’s slowly healing. Be ever so careful, he gently and carefully picked up Xisuma and headed outside. Giggling at the pout that Xisuma gave upon being carried again. 

If he was in Xisuma position, he too would be pouting at the prospect of being princess carried suddenly out of nowhere. 

Nonetheless, they got outside– to which Xisuma gasped in complete shock, marveling at the beautiful landscape around them. It was still early in the morning so he still has some time to burn before he has to leave later in the afternoon, not that he’s looking forward to it really, he really isn’t, but he has to since it’s a mandatory meeting. 

Meetings with the two potential babysitters, best case scenario, he chooses both. Now that would be a great idea, but he would have to see for sure if they’re trustworthy or not first beforehand. Grian sighs, he is definitely going to be so very exhausted at the end of the day from the meetings he’ll be attending, but it’s a good thing he’s spending his free time in the morning ensuring that Xisuma is well. 

Adjusting to the joy of being free. 

Eventually, after some walking, looking around and explaining to Xisuma the different trees and what not, they found a nice and comfortable area. One he had built for a long time and hadn't really used often unless he had people visiting him. Which also wasn’t all that often either, unfortunately. A shame too considering he went through the effort to make it so pretty and everything. 

From generating a whole entire lake area, adding the flora to the depths of the waters, terraforming the surrounding areas to frame the lake in a more ethereal presence with customs trees and everything. No he didn’t do the terraforming by himself, he had to ask his friends for help with that. He’s a great builder, but terraforming isn’t exactly his strong point.

He had stayed in contact with Minecraftia and in return, Steve and the Devs had given him the so called ‘snapshot’ as the other Admins and players often call it. It wasn’t really a sneak peek to him, when in reality, it’s something that had naturally and always had existed in Minecraftia. 

It had only just been updated in its worldbuilding by the hands of the Devs and either founded or refounded by the hands of the first Minecraftian, Steve. Raised and taught the order of the world by Herobrine himself. 

The servers are getting it slowly but surely as the Admins are working to ensure that it is safe and does not corrupt the players codes and the servers and worlds they are on. Mostly to minimize any damages and what not really. 

He was even allowed to bring some animals from Minecraftia to keep as memento of his time exploring–

“What’s that?” Grian blinks, looking down at Xisuma in confusion. “What is what?” He questioned in response, not sure what it was he had meant. Sometimes, as he looks down at Xisuma, he could still imagine him being the same little bright and curious child he had always known. 

But alas, the Xisuma he holds now isn’t that same child he knew. 

Xisuma just stared at him, then back into the area, pointing at the water. “Saw…something pink.” Ah, now Grian understands, he knows exactly what it was that Xisuma was talking about, what he’s so curious about. Smiling, he walks over and gently puts Xisuma down on the ground by the water. Just as a pink creature came up from the water– startling Xisuma who held onto his plushie tightly and held what Grian could nearly call a death grip on his hand. 

Grian just chuckled at the sight. But he did wince at the strong grip. 

“Don’t be afraid ‘suma, that’s just an Axolotl, they’re from Minecraftia– the core of all the worlds we know. Servers as the admins often call them.” Grian explains as he gently prompts Xisuma to get closer, to which he did out of curiosity. The Axolotl chirped in curiosity, looking over at Xisuma, who held out their hand– hesitant to touch the sea creature. 

Jolting in surprise when the Axolotl did in fact nuzzle their hand, causing Xisuma to squeal in excitement. Grian felt his heart melt at such a wholesome sight. It was definitely the right choice to bring Xisuma out here, even if it was a bit too early to do so in his condition, but Grian can’t help it. Fresh air and being out in the forest or in nice scenery has always been so calming and helpful for him after all. 

Of course it would work for everyone that needs a change of scenery. 

“Can you…um…” Xisuma nervously trailed off suddenly as continues to gently pet the Axolotl– giggling once in a while at the adorable gestures that the Axolotl shows. “Hm? What’s the matter, Xisuma?” Grian questioned, wondering what it was that he had wanted to say, he has a feeling he knows what it is that he wanted to ask, but he wasn’t that confident in knowing. Clairvoyance is something that his wife specialized in and quite frankly, he can’t hide anything from her no matter what. 

It’s why he prefers keeping his wife happy and loved. 

“Can you um…are you really my papa or godfather?” 

Ah, Grian should have expected this honestly. He knew NPG would have mentioned this to him eventually anyways. Assuming, Xisuma had thought he was around or something, which would be very likely actually. Grian sits down as he thought of a proper way to explain it to him, he really doesn’t and well, he doesn’t know too much about the family dynamic himself. 

But he should be honest. He has to be anyway. 

If he wants to keep the secret of him being a God out of the kids mind as much as possible, then so be it. 

“I am simply just your Godfather, nothing more and nothing less.” Grian admitted as he looked up at the sky. “However, your father had given me guardianship over you and your brother should something ever happen to him and…honestly, I wished to honor that request as much as I could by keeping you safe now.” He Continued as he looked down at his hands, grimacing at the echo of pained crying and begging. 

He had failed once. He will not fail again. 

Soon, when the time comes, will he cast judgment against those that had dared harm his family. 

“If…that’s true then, what did…happened to my family?” Grian froze, he hadn’t expected to answer that question so soon, looking at Xisuma who gently plays with the Axolotl with a passive, yet unemotive expression, it was almost as if as though he was at peace and untroubled. Grian knows otherwise, he could tell that he was definitely his father's child. 

Both had the uncanny ability to pretend so well, it was almost genuine if someone was so good at reading others. 

With a heavy sigh, he answers. 

“I don’t know much, but the last time I saw you, you were only just a bright and happy child going off to visit the overworld with your mother to officially register yourself a player identification, but something happened and you were stolen away. Your mother was gone beyond saving and your brother went missing. I had tried to find you, but…” Grian stopped, shuddering as he recalled how frantic he had been searching for them. 

Having personally gone out to try and find any sorts of lead– just anything at all. 

“But I couldn’t find anything. No matter how much I tried, or how hard I searched, I could find nothing. Not even a single trace of code.” Grian continued as he slumped in on himself in defeat. “It got so bad that your father went up and begged his God, Lord Xelqua, to find him…until he too had disappeared. That was when Lord Xelqua had to make the most heartbreaking decision: Calling off the search.” 

Xisuma stares at him, looking at how defeated and full of grief he held. He could tell that he was truly regretful of his choice, a choice he didn’t even want to make in the first place. 

Was he and his family that important to him that it caused such a huge difference? He wasn’t sure, he didn’t really remember, save for a few bits and pieces. He..he didn’t want to leave him alone, at least, as much as he could anyways. Seeing how a happy person breaks down at the loss of a family he holds so dearly is truly heartbreaking. 

Mustering up all the energy he had, he grabbed onto Grian in a hug, startling the former, who then hugged back with tears gently rolling down their face. 

“Xisuma, you were only just a couple of years old– a toddler essentially. Now, you should be a young child– no.” They stopped themselves as they shook their heads, pulling away from the hug a little to look at Xisuma with pained sadness. “By now, you should be eleven. A whole seven years went by and only now was I blessed with the chance of finding you again and bringing you home.” 

Xisuma looks up at Grian in complete surprise, he was stolen away when he was just the young age of four? That…it was no wonder he doesn’t really remember much of anything in regards to his past. He was so young…

He was loved by so many and yet, he was stolen away for something he didn’t even want. What good is the power of being an Admin when it was forced upon him through nothing but tests and pain? He begins to tear up again, holding onto Grian– his godfather tightly. He didn’t want to lose this, no matter what. 

“I may not know how to truly help you through your trauma, but I will try my best to help you heal, but that would mean that I can’t leave you alone.” Grian admitted as he gently rubbed his back, causing him to relax. He supposed it was only fair, maybe that’s why NPG was in the room he had stayed in…

Even though, admittedly, NPG is very creepy. Hopefully Grian finds a better and much nicer babysitter. “Hm, it’s getting late, I should take you back to the house and make sure your well rested and entertained until I returned from my meeting–” 

Xisuma somehow managed to slap him. For a child that’s severely weakened and unwell, he certainly had the strength to hurt him. Causing Grian to just stare down at Xisuma in shock, even the Axolotl chirped in stunned surprise. “Did…did you just slap me?” Grian hesitantly questioned in complete shock, Xisuma just huffed as he pouted, he was sleepy– that much he can admit, but he refuses to be left alone in the house with NPG. 

He voiced such concerns, the Axolotl just chirped in a mockery of a giggle while Grian just frowned. 

“But he’s the only one I have that I can rely on to watch over you–” Grian wisely went silent upon seeing Xisuma look as though he would cry, he certainly didn’t want Xisuma to cry, not at all, but at the same time, he can’t leave him alone either. None of his friends are free either, which makes it worst– even if they weren’t busy, Xisuma isn’t ready to meet them anyways. Not when he needs to keep monitoring his health. 

Which leaves him with one last choice. 

With a defeated sigh, he reluctantly answered. “Fine, you can come with me to my meetings…” Grian may have lost an argument against a child, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t smile at the cheerful joy from Xisuma. Even when it slowly turned into light snoring when they fell asleep, clutching onto both the plush and his jumper. 

The Axolotl had the audacity to giggled at him, Grian just glared in response. 

He certainly has so much to do, especially with his hands full with a fussy yet clingy child. He’s pretty sure it could be a trauma response to cling to the safest possible, but he’s not sure and quite frankly…

He doesn’t want to ask his trauma suffering Grians from the Grianverse.

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NPG stares at Grian who went back and forth with getting stuff and packing it all up in his messenger bag, sometimes NPG wonders if Grian was just overreacting. He didn’t even need to pack so much either, considering the location of the meeting they’re going to, but alas, there wasn’t much that NPG can do. 

Not when he’s being sacrificed as a pillow to Xisuma right now, how he had found him comfortable was debatable, but it could be due to the fact his heating system makes him feel like a walking heater. Hm, actually, maybe that’s why Xisuma had used him as a pillow anyways, the extra warmth is a nice thing after all. 

Not that he could even tell or feel it all that much anyways. 

“Father.” Grian froze, slowly turning around to look at NPG with surprise. “You don’t normally call me that unless you're being serious about something. What’s up?” He question with a polite smile, internally unnerved by what it could be that NPG wanted to asked of him–

“Don’t you think grabbing so much supplies is a bit too much? You don’t really need it when you're going to the Watcher Kingdom to have that meeting with the two potential bodyguards.” NPG commented with an unimpressed look, causing Grian to finally realize what it was he was doing and smile sheepishly in response. “Okay, to be fair, I can't help but over prepare alright? Never know if something could happened and I do have to make sure that Xisuma gets his potions and bandaged change regularly and–” 

“Father, you're doing it again.”

Grian sighs as he immediately deflated, he will admit, NPG was probably right to call him out at this point. 

“Okay maybe I was being a little–

“A little is an understatement, you took literally half the medical supplies we have.” 

Grian groans as he puts back most of the supplies, much to NPG acceptance as he gently massages Xisuma head– earning what resembles a purring sound from the young voidwalker. What a strange development, to think the Voidwalkers were capable of purring, but then again, no one really knows much about them anyways. 

Not even Grian, their chosen God and Guardian, knows much about them, besides the acknowledgment that they are a very powerful species that harness the power of the Void itself, to an extent anyways. 

Nonetheless, by the time he was finished and actually properly packed under NPG judgemental glare, he and NPG, who is carrying Xisuma, walked outside. Where Grian goes into his Watcher and gently takes Xisuma from NPG, gently hiding him in the comforts of his robe so he wouldn’t be affected by the cold of the Void and to keep away any and all prying curious eyes of the Watchlings. 

Waving goodbye, he summoned a portal and went to the Watcher Kingdom, specifically, he went straight to the throne room and just sat down on his throne. He’s often glad that no one really bothers him unless he is needed, but at the same time, he should really figure out how to deal with the occasional mischief and chaos and troubles that the Watchlings get themselves into. 

Maybe that was why Levias, the new High Elder Watcher, was able to handle the watchlings so well despite being so new to their position and power. They themselves are a child much like the rest of the Watchlings, just about the same age as Xisuma really. Yet at the same time, it makes him wonder why they had even taken up the position in the first place. Being a Watcher is a choice, considering the majority of the time, the Audience chooses to stay just that. 

The Audience. 

And the Audience can be literally anyone, whereas the Watchers are a position made by a choice to go further than just watching their favorite content creators and servers and world. Whatever the case, he can’t be bothered to understand it all that well. 

Even he has trouble trying to understand and his own Audience is the reason why he was even worshiped as the Ruler of all Watchers. 

Hm, maybe he should introduce the Watchers to his new server, EVO, as part of the server lore. Yeah, that would be a great idea, he would have to talk to his friends about it and get their opinions–

“Lord Xelqua, Levias is here. Do you wish for me to bring them in?” Grian, or rather Xelqua, smiles gently. “Yes, that would be most grateful.” He answers as he ensures that yes, Xisuma is resting and should be fine for some time before he would have to wake them up to change their bandages. Hopefully, if he’s lucky enough, Xisuma will sleep through all of his meetings. 

If that’s the case, then he wouldn’t have to risk his identity. He rather not answer any and all questions that Xisuma would have at all. Nonetheless, the Watcher Guard bowed and walked over to the door, likely to allow Levias entry to the Throne room. 

Xelqua has yet to actually give Levias a proper ceremony on becoming a High Elder Watcher for a very young age. A historical record, really. His pondering eventually ended when the door opened and Levias entered the throne room. He was actually very surprised to see that the reports he had gotten were all true.  Levias is in fact a child, just the same age as Xisuma. 

Why did Taurtis allow a child to take the position of High Elder Watcher without his acknowledgement until after it was given? He will never know, but he would oh so definitely scold him later. If he can catch him that is. 

But looking down at Levias left him…curious.

Very curious. Especially the knowledge that they are a Fae. Most of all, their appearance alone is strange. So very strange.

Levias kneels before him in respect, something Xelqua doesn’t particularly enjoy, but he can’t stop the choices of those that follow him. “My Lord, it is an honor to meet you.” Levias praise respectfully, Xelqua hums in response, gently readjusting his hold on Xisuma. Having gently pull him out his robe to hold him more easily, but still keep him hidden. 

It would do him no good to have any of his Watchers and Watchlings know what Xisuma looks like and bother him. Everyone already knows that he has a missing Godchild, he still doesn't want them to know what his face looks like and bow down to him as if as though he’s a prince. 

He’s not, honestly. 

Anyways. 

“Rise, Levias, I should be the one to feel honor, it is a shocking surprise when I heard that someone so young has achieved the highest rank.” Xelqua admitted with a gentle chuckle, it died away quickly when he noted the tension coming from Levias as he stood properly. Xelqua faintly wonders if they were just nervous for being in front of him or just didn’t really know how to react. 

The Watchlings did love to exaggerate stories about him. A lot, honestly.

“Although, Levias, what makes you go through the trouble to reach such a high and difficult position in the first place?” That was certainly something he had been curious about, very, curious. Really. “I did not intend to gain such a position originally.”

Xelqua froze, he didn’t intend to take the position originally? Now that’s a shocker. Normally anyone that wants the position makes several attempts to do so– he would know considering he has seen the effort and attempts, but to hear that a child that had managed to gain the position unintentionally? Who would have thought. 

But that made him all the more curious. 

“Well, that is certainly a surprise, now tell me, why is a child like yourself even here in the first place? Normally, Watchlings are often accepted at the young age of fifteen.” It’s true, Xelqua may not have originally intended to have any watchers at all, but he will allow it after they mature as a teenager. 

Mostly because, well, to allow them the chance to explore the world a bit more and discover their own paths along the way. Although…

“Although, despite the acknowledgement that you are a Fae, you are still quite young amongst the long living species, even for a Fae, you're quite young.” Xelqua continued, noting that Levias had stayed silent, until now. “I understand your concerns, but I willingly chose to be a part of the Watcher Clan for my own curiosity. I never felt as though I fit in as part of the Fae community, but I figured I had a better chance amongst the anonymity of the Watchers.” Levias admitted, staring up at Xelqua without any sort of fear. 

Xelqua's face may not be visible, but Levias has a feeling that he was smiling curiously. 

“That is true, the Watchers are widely known not just for their abilities to Watch , but to also Hide .” Xelqua admitted with a gentle chuckle, gently whispering to Xisuma to go back to sleep and not worry about being disturbed. Leaving Levias to be curious, besides Xelqua and the child he held carefully, Levias was the only other witness in the throne room. 

He, much like everyone, has heard the stories of Lord Xelqua's beloved Godchild that was stolen away a long time ago. He’s very sure that the Guard that had let them enter the throne room is already gossiping about the child. He might as well say something, just in case his Lord is unaware of the now circulating rumors. 

“If I may be so bold my lord…” Levias brought up, unsure how to bring up the topic about the ‘Prince’ per say. “Are you worried about the Watchers and Watchlings discovery of the child you hold so gently?” Ah, Levias did not think he would ever catch his Lord off guard, but here he is. “I…Right, I merely forgot how much the Watchers and Watchlings gossip, but I do have a plan. So long as none knows his name or face, he should be safe, I am in the process of searching for potential guardians to care for him when I could not.”

Guardians? Now that’s something he hadn’t expected, nor the confirmation that the Rumor about the prince is true. Lord Xelqua does in fact have a Godchild, therefore, is the Prince amongst the Watchers. 

A guiding star that was born, only to vanish the day he was stolen away, then shine once more when he had returned. 

A child of the Void and the Stars is unheard of after all. 

“Surprisingly enough, Levias, you are one of such candidates, but considering your young age…I may consider you to be a guardian after all.” Levias let out a sharp gasp, them? A guardian? But why? He had only just met his Lord, what reason did he have to choose him as a potential guardian so soon? 

Xelqua's chuckle was enough to bring him back to the world. “Oh don’t feel as though you're not honored! To be fair, I think this would be beneficial for you, you are a child and the ‘Prince’ as you and the others have known, is also a child. '' Xelqua started explaining as he leaned against his free arm, Levias can feel the gaze of his lord, even when the face is covered. A tradition that began when he chose to hide. 

To hide and Watch. 

The Watchers are given their own mask of choices after they graduate from that of a Watchling. Most often than not, it is always a mask, a standard white mask with the Watcher Symbol on the center. 

“However, since you are a child, I fear that if you continue down this path and not allow yourself the joy of being one, you will be weighed down by the responsibilities and forget the youth you held.” Ah, right, Levias nearly forgot that they had cast away their own joy as a child to continue his curiosity for knowledge and acceptance. He had actually forgotten what it was like to be a child anyways. 

Not that he was upset. No, not one bit. He had never been good at expressing themselves. 

Being a Fae has it let down after all. But…he is starting to understand what Lord Xelqua was trying to explain, even if he was so terrible in his explanation, he at least makes it sound as sensible as possible. 

“I understand, quite frankly, I forgot what it was like to be a child a long time ago.” Levias admitted quietly, causing Xelqua to frown. He wonders, where was Levias family? What is their true reason for becoming a Watcher? “But I still find it hard that a child like you, only became a Watcher out of curiosity. Some of the Elder Watchers have something similar, only to end up admitting that they just became a Watcher for a chance at having freedom to do whatever they want without being weighed down by expectations.” 

Levias flinches, causing Xelqua to wonder what made them react that way. 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t to wonder any further when he felt Xisuma shifted, a single glance was enough for him to realize that he was going to wake up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t kidding about not wanting him to see his face whatsoever, nor does he want anyone to see him either. With a sigh, he stood up and kneel down– startling Levias.

“My Lord? What are you–” Levias went silent when Xelqua gently put down Xisuma onto the cool ground, being sure to summon a one-way bubble around his head. To him, he could see out of it, but to others, they can’t see into it. Thus making it the perfect thing to allow him to hide his face, but still be able to breathe just in case. 

It’s more or less just an emergency item for visiting the Overworld, but still. 

“Levias, as your first day as the Prince guardian–”

“Wait-”

“-I want you to take him to the infirmary and make sure that he gets his bandaged change and that he takes his medicine. Do not worry about explaining anything to our Apothecary, she understands the secrecy and the Prince condition.” Xelqua explains as he gently brings Levias closer, much to their baffled confusion. “Are you sure…?” He asked, unsure, Xelqua simply nodded in confirmation. “I am sure, besides I want you to always remember that you can be yourself, regardless of your identity and status.”

Xelqua gently and carefully pat Levias head. Something that Levias had never experienced. 

They never experience what it was like to be praised, not for their knowledge and skills, but for themselves. How…strange, they felt a strange sense of fuzziness in their chest from the kind gesture. 

Hesitant, Levias walked closer to the now awakening Prince, who Xelqua cooed over gently. “Before I forget, I will ensure that you are properly granted the full title and power of that of a High Elder Watcher, therefore that means you will learn secrets that you can never tell anyone.” Xelqua admitted as he materialized a lavender cloak with fluffy fur lining the hood and wrapped it around the prince. 

Levias still felt like they were out of place. No one can blame him for feeling that way, after all, all his time as part of the Watchers, they have always been told that Xelqua is a distant, but kind and protective leader. 

Before Levias could even accept the responsibility to keep the secret, Xelqua uncovered their face, shocking the young fae by a lot. Admittedly, he, much like everyone else, had assumed that Lord Xelqua would have a strong resemblance to that of the Void, Stars and End. 

Never the Sun, but somehow…

It made sense on why he was referred to as the Primordial Watcher Deity of The Rising Sun, by the Voidwalkers and Watchers alike.

Without the hood and veil, Xelqua's face was fully revealed to them.

Gold-brown hair that reminds them of the fields of wheat, but his eyes are what surprises him quite a lot. One that is as blue as the overworld sky while the other is as dark as the void itself. There was some purple faded magenta makeup that gently framed their eyes so well, it was a bit of a surprise for them to know that Xelqua had also worn a light lavender shade of lipstick.

What was the purpose of that, they don’t understand, but somehow…it fits. 

A gentle smile graces their face, framing them with a beauty that they could never understand, it makes them feel…guilty, as strange as it sounds, it really does make them guilty. He’s a fae, faes are often known for their beauty and charm.

They don’t have any of that. They were a disgrace amongst Faes for his lack of beauty or charm, even his magic lacked any power. 

“I Trust you to care for him in my place, right?” Levias hesitated, but nodded as he gently held onto the Prince– Xisuma, Xelqua whispers to him, hand after helping them stand up. He was pleasantly surprised to learn that the prince was just around his age, but he was much smaller than he had anticipated. Perhaps it was due to the pain he had gone through that stunted his growth? He wasn’t entirely sure.

Going into his player form– something Levias didn’t expect, he knelt down to Xisuma level and gently hugged him. The young Prince hugged back, whispering something in confusion, but sadly, Xelqua had to pull out of the hug, but kept his hands on his shoulders. 

“Xisuma, I’m afraid that I need to do something important work, so I arrange for someone around your age to stay with you as both your potential friend and a guardian, alright?” Xelqua gently explains, he wasn’t sure what the Prince was expressing, but it was certainly a frown and fear. “Your…not going to leave me..right?” He whispers, he almost didn’t hear it due to how quiet it was, but even Levias felt like their heart would break at such fear. 

“No, I won’t leave you, I promise once I am done with my work, I’ll take you back home with me, alright?” Xelqua promised, Prince Xisuma was still unsure, but he eventually nodded a little as he hugged him tightly once more, then held tightly onto his plush soon after. Then turned to face him–

Levias will admit, he could have sworn he felt like they were staring into his very soul, but it must have been the trick of his mind. Reluctantly, Prince Xisuma stepped towards him and hesitantly held onto his hand, glancing at Xelqua once more. He nodded his head with a gentle smile. 

From there, Levias gently held his hand and took him to the Apothecary. 

But Levias can admit, the Prince may be his age in human terms, but he was quite young in long living terms, but he was quite adorable. Especially with the way they cling onto the ender dragon plush tightly with his free hand.

He’s starting to see why Lord Xelqua wanted him to be his friend more than just being a guardian, as well as why he had loved them so dearly as his most precious godchild. 

In the meantime, Xelqua returns to his watcher form and puts his hood and veil back in place, preparing himself mentally for the next meeting. 

A meeting with Welsknight, his dear wife chosen and most favorable knight.

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Wels casually hums as he drinks a cup of tea, something he rarely does on a rare, but nice day, but today is a bit of a special occasion considering he had opted to also do some baking and made some cookies. After all, it was the off chance that his friend, Alcove, had chosen to visit him.

Well, visit him long enough to stay not cause any insanity. 

He’s pretty sure Alcove is still protective of him after the debacle they had in the Kingdom of Valor. Not that they wanted to talk about it much, but neither of them had fond memories of the place, even if it was where they had first met. Not in a dungeon many would have expected, but in the middle of a ball. Escaping was such an absolute pain, but they managed. 

“Wels, thou isn’t thinking of the troublesome past, correct?” Wels blinked, staring up at Alcove who stared at him with a frown, Wels just smiled a little. “Sadly, such thoughts can’t escape me when you visit so rarely.” He pointed out, which is very true, Alcove barely visits and when they do, they best savor it. Well, savor it as much as they could when Wels has been far more busy and exhausted then Alcove gives him credits. 

Alcove wonders just why he does so much work and gives themselves so little time and rest. 

But that was all the answer when he had visited last time, it was only then did he discover just why Wels had done more than what a knight should be doing. Why he had picked up a secret role of that of a soldier that takes up work that is more often than not left for the Mercenaries. And that secret just so happens to tackle Wels into a hug out of nowhere. 

It was a good thing that Wels had long since grown used to such antics. 

“Hels, is something the matter?” Wels questioned, staring up at Hels with a soft smile, the person in question just gave a toothy, but still slightly sharped grin. “There's a letter for you!” Wels blink, seemingly confused, he doesn’t get any sort of mail anymore, not since he had chosen to more or less hide himself in the woods. In a nice little cottage or cabin that he made for Hels and himself to live in. 

Even for Alcove to stay in whenever they visit and need time to lay low. 

But still, it is very unusual for him to even have mail at all. “Can I see the letter, Hels?” Wels gently asked as he pulled Hels onto his lap and hugged him close, despite the difference in height, it was still funny, even as Hels protested saying he's not a child anymore. Alcove just smiled at the sight before them. “Thou could be mistaken for a doting father than that of a brother.” He pointed out, laughing when Wels gave him a glare. “Ha. Ha. Very funny Alcove Grian Emsea.” Wels scolded with a simple, yet chilling smile. 

Alcove scoffed in response as he leaned back against his seat. 

“I often forget thou hast my full nameth, A Grian I may be, Alcove is who I prefer.” Alcove responded as he snatched the plates of cookies away from Hels grabby little hands. “But a child shan’t have so many cookies before supper.” Alcove gave a sharp smile at the pout Hels gave. “I'm not a child! I'm fifteen! Listen old man, once I grow up and properly wield my powers I am going to kick your ass! You understand me, you bitch?!”

“Hels! Where did you learn such foul language!” Wels shouted incredulously, Hels just giggles menacingly while Alcove just whistle innocent. It was at this moment that it clicked in Wels mind on who had taught Hels how to use foul language. 

“That’s it, no one is getting anymore baked goods from me for a long time.” Wels chuckle evilly upon hearing the crying protest from both Hels and Alcove. 

Serves them right.

Wels sighs as he lays down on his bed, he was tired from the long day, sure he had Alcove helped in making supper, but Hels was certainly a hyperactive ball of explosive chaos. He wouldn’t trade the joy for anything else, even if Hels would one day try to kill him, he would still care in a way a family would. 

But thinking about what Alcove said earlier made him frown. 

Was he a brother to Hels or a Father? 

The circumstances of Hels creation was something that Wels can’t wrap his mind around, not in the slightest. How can he when anything regarding Helsians are near impossible to find? The first recorded Helsian to be founded and known was an Enderkin by the title of ‘EX’. 

He then sit up and glance at the letter that Hels has given him, he had found it so strange that there was even a letter at all, waiting for him. It was even more strange how it has the insignia of the Watchers Pantheon. He, much like many others, knows so little of the Watchers and fears them for their vast powers. 

Rumor has it that the Watchers are capable of destroying servers in a blink of an eye. But he highly doubt they would do it, such terrible rumors are few compare to the benevolence he heard. 

He shudders to imagine what his encounters with a Watcher would be like, would it be kindness or would it be pain and misery? He will never know and quite frankly, he hopes he never does anyways. 

Wels jolted at the sudden voice, turning to face that it was simply just Alcove, he relax, but that doesn't mean he appreciates being spooked. 

“A letter from the Watcher Pantheon? In particular..that is the Crest belonging to Lord Xelqua.” We looked at Alcove weirdly, he wasn’t speaking in an old dialect like before, so it must be something important. Or at least, Wels hopes it's important. 

He doesn’t understand Alcove's old dialect sometimes. Even when he uses archaic latin just to mess with him. Let alone Standard Galactic. 

But this is his first time hearing about Lord Xelqua. 

“Alcove, who is Lord Xelqua? There is so little information on the Watchers, I am afraid to even read the content of this letter.” Wels admitted, glancing down at the un-open letter with apprehension. Alcove simply gave him a gentle yet soft smile. “Ah, thou needn’t worry, Lord Xelqua is a loving Lord, more so than most in this server.” Alcove admitted as he hums a little. 

“To explain Lord Xelqua, I must explain my own origins.” 

Wels nearly suffered whiplash when he looked at Alcove in complete surprise. “Your past? You don’t have to tell me anything–”

Wels goes silent when Alcove holds up his hand to silence him. “Thou needn’t worry, this is my own choice to speak or not. Thou art a dear friend of mine, thou deserve to know.” Alcove admitted as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Before you named me Alcove, before I became this insanity that destroys, leaving chaos and devastation in my wake. I was once a normal mage by the name of Grian Emsea.” Alcove began as he looked at Wells carefully. “I was just a simple, naive mage that thought the world wouldn’t be so cruel so long as I have my friends by my side.” He continued as he leaned back and lay on the bed, closing his eyes in contemplation. 

“I was a naive fool to think it would stay rainbow and sunshine. The two I called my friend betrayed me and lost all of my trust. We were trapped in a dungeon…in that heaven forsaken kingdom. I was taken away for immoral reasons, I pleaded mercy. To be set free.” He shudders as he crushed down the haunting memories that tries to resurface. He didn’t want to think about it for too long, but he knew it would be better to talk about it. 

Bottling up such emotions and pain would only hurt in the end. 

He sat up and held himself as he continued. 

“I eventually escaped and in my hasty escape, I made a foolish plan. Revenge that would have led to my eventual execution in every kingdom known.” Wels froze, he knows what he’s talking about now. He, much like everyone else in the server, has been told and heard the news of the destruction of the Valor Kingdom. 

The Destruction caused by a mage that lost their mind. 

“You're the Forsaken Mage of Destruction, aren’t you?” 

Alcove smiles sadly, yet they seem so hollowed. “Yes, I am in fact that mage. I had no regrets in causing that kingdom destruction, but I never thought they would somehow survive and capture me again with the help of those I once trusted. Cruel, don’t you think?” He laughed bitterly as he looked down at his hands, shaken but permanently stained with death. It is true by what he said. 

He had time to come to terms with his choice. 

He would always choose revenge when it comes to it. After all, what had happened to him was not for the faintest of hearts and in all honesty, he would love the chance to kill them personally if he could. But alas, he doesn't care anymore, it’s been so long, he’s sure that they had long since moved on. 

Moved on long enough to forget the crimes they committed against him. 

“Regardless, I was trapped for a long time, until you came to the Kingdom.” Wels grimaces as he looks away, he remembers going to the Kingdom– mainly to fulfill a couple of work he needed to do to get the money he needed to care for Hels. Not only that, but he was also searching for clues in regards to Hels very existence and perhaps even the Cult that had caused him so much pain anyways. 

He hated Cults and by all means, won’t hesitate to get rid of them all. 

Not that he would let anyone know he’s capable of getting rid of them, but anywho. 

Alcove just stared at him, blankly. “I still think you were extremely stupid to visit.” Wels deflated quite a bit at the insult. “I know, I just didn’t really have much of a choice honestly.” Wels admitted as he stood up and looked out the window, shivering slightly from the chilling air. It was going to be winter soon, they were lucky that they could even afford anything in the early throes of Autumn. 

“I figured as much after meeting Hels, but to continue the story…” Alcove trailed off as he hummed for a moment. Smiling to himself as he fondly remembers meeting Wels for the first time at the ball the foolish rulers had made. He hated it so very much, where everyone showcased him as a weak mage. He wasn’t weak by all means, he was just…forced into such a state. 

From there, Alcove told Wels everything, from him meeting Xelqua after they both had escaped and parted ways, to where Alcove had learned that he’s an alternative universe of Xelqua himself.

For he is a Grian as well.

Safe to say, Wels was pleasantly surprised, but somehow, in all his days of being a world Hopper, it makes sense. It was possible to meet another version of yourself, even less so for the closest one to the original to bring them all together to live in a home. A safe haven really. 

Maybe. He assumes that's what Xelqua has done. Bringing the Grians together to live as a family of sorts. 

In the end, they somehow ended up going outside and sitting on the front lawn of his cottage, being safely and comfortably warmed by Alcove cloak. Yes, that’s right, Alcove had willingly handed over his cloak, something he hadn’t expected, but at least now he doesn’t have to worry about stealing it one day just to know how fluffy and very comfortable it is. 

But as tired as he is, he needed to read the letter. With a gentle reassurance from Alcove, he ended up opening the letter and read it–

Only to gasp. 

“Alcove. Lady Ellen wants me to go to the Watcher Palace for an interview for a bodyguard position.” Alcove immediately sits up, utterly shocked, but he seems excited by the news. “That’s amazing! I bet the pay would help you raise Hels comfortably without any worries–” Alcove cut himself off, frowning in concern by Wels' scared expression. “Wels? What’s wrong? I thought you would be happy?”

Wels looked away as they held onto the cloak a little closer. “I..I am, but…” They trailed off, their voice wavering. 

“I can’t bring Hels with me.” 

Alcove jolted in surprise, he couldn’t bring Hels? Why? So he asked, Wels just looks pained. “I wasn’t able to make Hels his player ID, each time I tried, I either got kicked out or they threatened to harm Hels, just because he’s a demon. Not only that but it’s so expensive.” Wels admitted as tears started blurring his sights. Alcove simply just pities him. 

He understood why he couldn’t bring Hels. He couldn’t safely bring him along without dangers to his health or the risk of him being taken away. 

Alcove quietly sighs as he pulls Wels into a hug, just as Wels broke down. Yet again, he would have to decide whether to pursue this job and earn them money to live comfortably by leaving behind Hels or stay and miss a possibly once in a lifetime opportunity to stay with Hels. Alcove wasn’t sure what to do nor think, but all he could do right now was comfort him to the best of his abilities. 

Unaware that they were being eavesdropped by a certain demonic teen who quietly and quickly ran back to their room to weep.

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The morning after was silent and tense, Hels looked at Alcove and Wels with unrestrained worries, he could tell that Wels had cried throughout the entirety of the night while Alcove had refused to sleep. Not that he could anyways, Insomnia is not very pleasant after all. Sure, Hels had cried to sleep, but it wasn’t as bad as Wels.

He wasn’t sure what to do about the information he had learned the night before. 

He was torn between letting his brother go and pursue a very important job offer and leave him behind alone. Or be selfish and keep his brother with him and continue to struggle financially. He just wasn’t sure and he hated how much it hurts to make a decision. A decision that would possibly determine their relationship as a family. 

But he didn’t like the awkward yet tense silence either, it was just…too restricting honestly. 

With an annoyed huff he stood up. “Alright, what the fuck happened. You guys are usually chatty in the morning talking about weird stuff or at least Wels here.” Gestured to a seemingly puzzled Wels. “Would have at least tried to punch you Alcove for being too overly affectionate in the form of flirting or teasing, whichever one.” 

Alcove seems confused by that comment, considering he knows Wels long enough to understand that he wouldn’t just straight up punch him, but instead quietly threaten him. Sure Wels wouldn’t Actually hurt him, but a threat from a normally chill and kind person is nonetheless quite terrifying really. Wels on the other hand just stayed silent, slowly sinking into Alcove Cloak that he still had taken the night before. 

Clearly, Hels noticed when he gave him a strange look.

“Also, why do you have Alcove cloak? I never seen the guy take it off before or let anyone remotely take it.” He questioned, but alas, Wels just stayed silent, avoiding any and all eye contact. He didn’t really want to explain why he had the cloak without revealing what they had talked about the night before. 

Nor did he want to tell Hels about the content of the letter quite yet. Afraid that Hels would be mad that he would have to choose between leaving or staying. Work or family. 

It was a cruel choice to make. 

“Wels, be honest with me, what did you read from that letter? I know it’s very unusual for you to get any sort of mail out here.” Hels gently asked a bit more softer than before, looking at Wels with a pleading look, Alcove slowly but surely leaves the room– not without at least taking the plate of pancakes that were made at least. Wels on the other hand just sigh sadly and gave Hels a sudden smile. “I suppose, I should tell you now. You’re old enough to understand the truth.” 

Hels frowned, what did he mean by that? Is it about the letter or is it something completely different. 

Wels simply just smiles sadly. “To start, we’ll go with the day I first found you.” This just made Hels even more confused, for some reason, that had sounded ominous and that did not settle well with him. At all. But seriously, he really thought it was about the letter, is Wels trying to avoid talking about it or is it relevant??

“Before you came into my life, I was just a knight that served a King that was nothing but corrupted and Cruel–”

“Like Alcove? You know, since he destroyed the viking kingdom and claimed the throne for himself out of spite.”

Wels stared at him, dumbfounded. “Alcove isn’t a king. I know he’s the Mage of Destruction, but he’s definitely not a king. Even if he is a King, the only one that he could possibly be would be the King of Valor and there's no way he’s The King of Valor.” Wels responded, Hels just rolled his eyes, sometimes his brother can be so oblivious, it’s a wonder how he even managed to socialized all that much.

Hels still questioned how his brother can be so terribly blind to the most obvious of things, unless he does know and he just refused to acknowledge it at all. He’s thinking it’s both. There’s no way he’s that blind. Unless he is that oblivious then it’s somehow a miracle he even managed to do so much in life. 

Nonetheless, Wels just huffed as he spoke again. “Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted by a child.” Hels just smiled innocently, much to Wels slight annoyance. “I was working for a cruel king, one that I suffered greatly under the rules of.” He started, holding a bit of a far away look, which concerns Hels. He doesn’t see Wels space out often, but when he does, it usually not for a good reason at all. But he knew one thing that would always help Wels ground himself to reality. 

He gently held onto his hands in reassurance, much to Wels' appreciation as he continued. 

“It was only until one day, did I get dragged into something I never thought would happen. The King had called me, asking me to go on a mission, I didn’t think much of it until after I arrived, did I understand what was truly going on.” Wels averted his gaze, finding the floor more interesting than anything else, Hels could tell that he really did not want to continue, but he must. 

Unaware that Alcove had returned, lending against the doorway in silence as Wels continued to speak once more. 

“The King had tricked me into investigating a cultist meeting, knowing full well that I could potentially die in the event..or rather, had hoped I would be weakened enough to not be able to escape. Considering they had planned to use me as a sacrifice.” 

Wels spit out blood after being forced to kneel on the ground, trapped in magical chains as the cultists continue to do what they were doing before. A ritual to call forth something or someone, what could it be? Wels didn’t know, but what he did know was that he was meant to be the sacrifice of some sort. Either being killed or used as an unwilling vessel. 

His King– No. 

That cruel man was no longer his King, how can it be when they had sent Wels down to his death in the first place? Ah, but he’s a real fool, isn't he? He should have known he was serving a cruel king all this time, but somehow he didn’t know. Perhaps, the manipulation and gaslighting he had gone through as such a very young age had made him so painfully unaware.

Even as he glared up at his former King, unable to say anything, he wished he wasn’t chained. He would gladly kill each and everyone of these people within this room and pretend nothing was amiss. It was, after all, not very difficult to hide a body and pretend that something had happened. 

Before he even knew it, the ritual of sorts was completed, he was forced to stand– which admittedly hurts painfully due to the wounds he had sustained in his attempt to escape. The pain only worsened when he was forced into the ritual circle, causing him to spat out more blood. He was sure to suffer terrible blood losses, assuming whatever the King had ordered the cultists to summon doesn’t kill him first. 

Before he could demand what was going on– a bright light flash and a flare of pain both startled him and forced out a pain screamed. Collapsing to the ground as he goes, he felt the chains disappear, then the cheering of the cultists. He even faintly heard the King mutter praises of some sorts, not that he could care when he’s in nothing, but pure agonizing pain. 

Well, at least now he knew what they had wanted to do with him, they wanted to use him as a sacrifice. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had collapsed– when did he even collapse? He wasn’t sure, he was still in pain, of course he was, everything was blurry, no doubt a sign that he was definitely suffering blood losses. It didn’t help that everything was muffled, he was numb and cold. He couldn’t even do anything. 

How laughable that a Knight like him had fallen to a group of cultists. 

Despite all the ringing he could hear…he could definitely hear the sounds of people pleading for mercy and the sounds of death. 

Maybe whatever was summoned was killing them, not that he minded. He was going to die soon anyways, no point in bothering to struggle. He closed his eyes, anticipating his death…

Yet nothing happened, but the familiar, yet ancient feeling of magic blanketing him. It felt rejuvenating. Healing magic, perhaps? But why? With the little strength he had, he opened his eyes– just barely, to see a blur figure. 

“This will be my only sign of mercy to you, Otherworlder, yet you remind me of someone. Someone I have been looking forward to seeing again once more.” He was…confused, what was this being talking about? Why grant him mercy in the first place? Every second he uses his energy, the more exhausted, the call of slumber calls to him. It didn’t help when he felt the being rubbed his head in a gentle comforting manner. 

Or the feeling of something utterly soft and comfortable wrapping around him. Before he was overtaken by the comforts of slumber, the strange being spoke once more.

“From a glance at your memories, you are such a lonely knight who had been taken advantage of, traveling worlds endlessly in hopes of finding the right place to call home, to rectify that, I shall leave you with a gift. It was about time I reunited a lost demonic soul back to their creator, after all.” 

“Then, by the time I woke up, my injuries were healed, my armor and clothes were replaced as well. But what shocked me the most, was that in my arms was you, Hels, a young child who looked so much like myself, yet at the same time, didn’t.” Wels finished off as he smiled gently, pulling Hels into a gentle hug. “That was seven years ago, look at you now, a fourteen year old rebellious teenager who is shockingly tall and a demonic spoiled brat that keeps begging me for pastries–”

“I do not beg for Pastries!” Hels quickly denies, his face flush with embarrassment as Wels chuckles. “Yes you do, pretty sure when I banned pastries yesterday, you and Alcove begged me to undo it, but I stayed firm with my choice.” Wels answered with a smile, causing Hels to pout as he leaned back. “Okay, whatever, but why bring this up at all?” Hels then questioned, Wels just sigh.

“They summoned Herobrine instead of a higher demon like they had originally anticipated, but that didn’t really matter to them. Summoning Herobrine is a near impossible feat afterall.” 

Alcove and Hels both stared at him dumbfounded, not that Wels was surprised. “I know, I know, there’s no way that would have happened, but it did. Pretty sure at the time, they were going to sacrifice me as the demon vessel or something, but it didn’t happen because Herobrine showed up.” Wels continued as he picked up the lukewarm tea– much to his displeasure. But he still drinks it anyway, no point in wasting it after all.

Alcove, having had enough of standing at the doorway, walked over and sat down next to Hels. “Then what was this ‘Demonic Soul’ he said he would return to the rightful creator?” He questioned, mainly baffled by that specific piece of the story, Wels just shrugged. “Dunno, maybe the ritual messed up and it ended up being Hels? Who knows, I’m still searching for an answer– which led to me meeting you Alcove.” 

Said person narrowed his gaze at Wels, despite how calm they are, he could tell that they were definitely hiding something. Like they knew what a World Hopper really is and pretends to not know anything. Why else would Herobrine of all Entities, would call someone as such anyways? In fact, Alcove felt as though he had heard of the term ‘Otherworlder’ before, but he wasn’t sure just where and why. 

Most of all, Wels didn’t fully tell them both the truth, he was hiding something, something seemingly important…normally Wels is a terrible liar, yet right now? He couldn't even tell if he was lying or telling the truth. 

Hels, however, still had several questions. “Okay, then what’s so bad about leaving me?” He questioned, causing Wels to stiffen. “Leaving you? What do you mean? Why would I leave you?” He answered, a bit too quickly, much to Alcove's concerns, knowing full well that Wels is a terrible liar, especially since he knows the reason and concerns about why he would be so nervous. Unfortunately for them both, Hels isn’t that stupid. “You guys are stupid, I overheard you guys talk last night and quite frankly…I think you should go for it, Wels.” 

Now this startled the two adults, Wels especially. 

“Are…are you sure? Without a communicator, you won’t be able to contact me and I’m afraid of what the players of this server would do to you since…” Hels rolled his eyes, knowing full well why he was so very worried. “You forget, you could just leave me in Alcove care. Not like anyone would even remotely bothered trying to fight the guy due to how fucking powerful he is.” Alcove snorted, knowing full well what he does to those that happen to oppose him, not like anyone could even find those poor unfortunate fools anyways, the players did learn to not mess with him afterwards. 

Wels certainly did not appreciate Hels foul language.

But it still didn’t reassure Wels, not one bit. “If I left you alone with Alcove, he could have more than likely taught you how to be the most demonic knight that can cause havoc.” Wels admitted, then glared at Alcove. “He already taught you how to use foul language, which I don’t appreciate, as well as magic, which I don’t mind, but I most certainly don’t appreciate having to deal with you two committing arson.” Alcove mutters a curse, most likely having thought he was being secretive about that, but alas. Wels knew about it, somehow. 

It didn’t help that Wels was glaring daggers at Alcove. “Not only that, but I am also very sure that as soon as I leave the server, the players will go straight after you Hels. Pretty sure they know where this cottage is, much to my concerns.” Alcove grimace, he does admit, he had overheard some players thinking about going after Hels once Wels is off the server. Which isn’t exactly a good thing, per say. 

But thankfully, he has an idea. 

“I can take him with me to the Nether– sure, it’s dangerous, but it’s better than the desolate nothingness of the End.” Alcove offers much to both Wels and Hels confusion, but mainly Wels since he knows about both of the dimensions he mentions. “I half thought you would just take Hels with you to the Watcher Kingdom to make it easier for me, or at least take him to your home or something.” Wels commented, seemingly confused, much to Alcove exasperation.

“I never been to the Watcher Palace, plus my actual home is in the Nether, well, the Deep Nether that is often referred to as the Hells Dimension or Underworld. Whichever, just resembles the Nether no matter what.” Alcove answered, although seems a bit more unbothered by the fact he lives in a pretty horrible place, granted it was better than the End where it is very likely and easy to simply just–

Accidentally fall into the void. Now that would have hurt, being torn apart by the Universe, then stitched together, definitely hurts. This is what he was told, never experience it and hopefully never will honestly. 

Plus, Alcove couldn’t really take Hels to his actual home with the other version of himself, considering it’s Whitelisted. 

In the end, Wels ended up handing the letter to Hels, after reading it, definitely agreed that Wels should take the opportunity. “You definitely should take it alright, this is most likely a once in a lifetime chance after all.” Hels admitted, secretly he didn’t want Wels to go, but after reading the letter, after learning everything about why he was so reluctant to leave, he secretly wished that he could have gone with him. He truly does. 

But he can’t and it’s unfair. So, very unfair. He wasn’t blind to all the rumors and insults that the other players have spoken of behind Wels back. How everyone wanted to get rid of him, it’s not his fault that he happened to exist. Well, in a very unusual manner anyways. 

“Hels?” Said person blinks, a bit confused, why was his sight so blurry? Why did Wels and Alcove look at him with concerns? It wasn’t until he was pulled into a hug, did he understand. 

He was crying, crying at the mere dawning realization that Wels would be leaving and he couldn’t follow after him. He held onto Wels– of course it would be Wels that would hug him first and comfort him. He won’t admit, being alone was depressing and he absolutely hates it. Every minute he was alone without Wels around or even Alcove for that matter, had always been torturous for him. How he would sometimes end up encountering the other players, trying to escape getting hurt too badly. 

He had to thank the nearby mobs that would often come to his aid, he never understood why they helped, but he can only assume they helped him because of his familial connection to Wels. 

“It’s alright Hels, you can cry. I promise, if I do get this job, I will immediately create your player ID with the help of Lord Xelqua and get you out of here, alright?” Wels reassured with a promise as he gently comforted Hels as much as he could. For once, Hels allowed himself to cry. 

He would miss his brother, the only other person besides Alcove, that ever truly cared and had raised him with love and care. 

“You better keep that Promise, otherwise I will personally kill you.” 

“...Hels, why are you so aggressive? What did Alcove teach you? He didn’t give you any honey candies again did he?” Alcove sputters at the accusation while Hels just gave out a teary laughter, all while Wels looked at Alcove with a glare. “What!? I haven’t even done anything!” Alcove screeched, seemingly offended, Hels on the other hand decided this would be the best time to make Alcove suffer. 

“You sure? I could have sworn I saw you steal the cookies from the cookie jar last night.” Hels questioned, tilting his head in a mock confusion as Alcove immediately went pale, just as Wels turned to look at Alcove who was metaphorically sweating bullets from the analytic, yet dangerous gaze of Wels. 

“Alcove. You have five seconds–” Wels didn’t even finish his sentence when Alcove immediately scrambled to run, with Wels following not long after promising a slow and painful death. Leaving Hels behind to simply just laugh at the whole situation…

And a free chance to eat all the Pancakes that were left abandoned for their heavy conversation. Of course, after he used a bit of his fire magic– still learning to control it of course, to warm up the food. He loved his family, even if it was created and brought together in the most dangerous, yet strangest way possible. 

He wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

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Alcove watched Wels packed more than he strictly needed, but there wasn’t really much he could do or say about it. Considering none of them knows how long he would be staying at the Watcher Palace for the interview, time between the Overworld and the End is vastly different after all. It could be slower or faster, no one is entirely sure what is the true difference. Don’t even get him started on the Void. 

Trying to figure out the Time flow in the Void is nearly impossible. 

Keyword, Nearly. 

It’s possible, but it’s not exactly for the faint of heart, especially for mortals. To the immortals, it matters not, but for a Mortal, it matters quite a lot. Likely due to the difference in lifespan. With a sigh, he stood up and stopped Wels from practically packing his entire closet. “Wels, relax, you're going to pack up your entire closet if you don’t stop right now.” He calmly commented as he moved him away from his bag– much to Wels exasperation. He tried to protest, but Alcove gave him a look that made him shut up. 

Hels then casually appeared. “I hear scolding, who’s getting the scolding?” He questioned, a bit too excitedly, making Wels stare at him. “Why are you so excited to hear about someone being scolded?” Hels just grin as he leans against the door frame. “I just want to see Alcove be humiliated, it’s funny for someone so powerful like him, cowered before you.” 

Alcove gasped, clearly offended. “You-! Come here!” He immediately ran after him, much to Hels horror as he immediately ran away, screeching that he was sorry, which they all know is an absolute lie. A big one, actually. Nonetheless, it warmed Wels heart to know that he could leave the safety of Hels under Alcove, with that thought he turned back to packing– actually doing it properly and not over packed like he had done prior to the moment of chaos. 

Okay, maybe Wels wasn’t as ready as he originally thought, he was standing in front of a portal, a very unusual portal, with two figures floating next to it. Cloaked in purple, white and gold, he could only guess that the magic of their hood and mask cloaked their true identity. They were smiling at him, one he was very familiar with. 

Smiles of mischief.  

He’s not sure if he should be concerned or not by that. 

He yelped when he felt someone pat his back– hard enough to force him to step forward, he turned around to glare at a sheepish Alcove and an accepting, but sad, Hels. “As creepy and unnerving as the Watchers may appear to be, they’re not as bad as you think Wels.” Alcove commented as he chuckled, making Wels huffed in annoyance. “Haha, very funny, this is my first time going somewhere so…mythical, per say.” He admitted as he looked away, but Alcove just smiled. 

“Well, who cares, you’ll be fine, me and Hels will wait for you to return home and be safe, alright?” Wels smiled, feeling reassured by the gentle comfort from the usually harsh mage that makes one too many mortifying comments. He then glances at Hels, opening his arm– just as Hels tackled into him for a tight hug. “Remember Wels, you better come back otherwise I will personally kill you.” He threatened, but it wasn’t that much of a threat when he gave a sad, yet massive grin. Causing Wels to chuckle. 

“I know I know, I promise, I will make sure to come back when I can.” 

Hels nodded to himself, seemingly satisfied as he stepped away from Wels, waving goodbye as Wels did the same, going up to the portal. Mentally preparing himself, he took a deep breath and entered it, followed by the two Watchers that came to collect him. 

Now, it was merely silent–

“Hey Hels, wanna know how to use your magic some more? We could even do arson.”

“Oh fuck yeah!” 

Wels nearly collapsed as soon as he exited the portal, he was lucky that one of the Watchers caught him in time before he face planted. Which would have been painful, honestly. “Sorry Sir, we should have warned you that it would be really disorienting.” The Watcher commented apologetically as they helped Wels up, going as far as giving them a potion to help them with their nausea. 

Wels quietly thanked them and drank the potion, blanching at the terrible taste, but just chose to suck it up and drank the rest of the potion, much to the dumbfounded shock from the Watchers that’s tasked with escorting Wels to the Throne room. “You…drank the whole potion…” The other Watcher commented, seemingly shocked, Wels just looked at them weirdly as they took him to the throne room.

Well, more like to take the seemingly lovely scenic route where they pass by a lot of what Wels could guess are students considering they’re carrying all sorts of books and bags. None of them are wearing masks and the ones that are in fact wearing masks don’t seem to be blank. Weren’t the masks supposed to have the symbol of the Watcher Pantheon? He wasn’t all that sure, honestly. 

“I guess? Is…is that unusual?” He questioned, feeling utterly nervous, especially since everyone is staring at them, which is unnerving, he could even hear the whispers, the Watcher that helped him just bellow out a laughter. “Dude! That’s incredible! No one could stomach the potion due to how terrible it tasted! Most of the time, we have to force ourselves to drink it fully to deal with the nausea that comes from portal hopping.” They admitted, much to Wels' surprise, was it really that bad? Sure he had noticed that it tasted terrible, but terrible enough that these beings had to force themselves to drink it?

Must be really strong…

Or they could be incredibly weak. Probably both. 

The other watchers clapped their hands. “Oh! How rude of us! We haven’t even told you our names and a way to identify us from the other watchlings and watchers.” They commented, Wels was about to protest and admitted that it wasn’t needed, only to be hushed by the Watcher. “No protest! This is only fair, contrary to popular belief, we do like to interact with the Community, but not as much as we like to. We have our limits when it comes to socializing after all.” They admitted, with the other Watcher nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah, we typically use our Player names when we introduce ourselves, not our actual name– but nonetheless! I’m Alchemyskyz– Skyz for short, the one who gave you the potion to help with the nausea is RetroPC or Retro for short.” The Watcher, Skyz, answered cheerfully, much to Wels amusement. 

He had never expected the Watchers to be so lively, although they made it sound like the Watchlings were more chaotic. He can only assume the Watchlings are the students, maybe. 

“Well, nice to properly meet you two, uh, what’s the Hierarchy amongst the Watchers? You guys made it sound like there is one.” Skyz and Retro glances at each other, then back at him. “Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I guess we could try and explain it?” Skyz commented, unsure, but Retro just huffed. “I’ll explain it, I have to do it often for the new Watchlings most of the time anyways, the pain of being a senior honestly.” Retro reassured, then complained quite a bit as he brought out a paper from their inventory, oddly enough. 

Much to Wels and Skyz confusion, but also concerns considering they should be getting to the throne room…which they’re standing in front of with the Guards watching them in amusement. Retro body language made them seem confused. “What? We certainly have the time, otherwise the guards would have opened the door.” 

Oh, well…Wels supposed it was fine then. “Then please explain, I am curious.” Retro nodded as he brought out a quill and began to write at the very bottom of the paper. “At the bottom, we have the new members, to which we refer to as Watchlings, they are considered High Schoolers in player terms.” Retro explained as he wrote it on the paper, with the term ‘High Schoolers’ underneath it in parenthesis.

This was something that Skyz was actually curious about. “Why not Middle schoolers?” She asked, Retro just stared at them. “Chaotic. Childrens. Not only that, but the Watcher Domain don’t typically take anyone from before High Schoolers, purely because they’re childrens and are meant to go around being just that. Childrens, but there have been a few cases– Lord Xelqua words– where childrens do have to be taken due to many reasons.” They admitted, to which a Guard stepped up.

“Those few cases vary, may it be to save the childrens or due to their powers being more than they could handle at such a young age. Like for example– Admins powers awakening in childrens at a too young age.” They explained, earning a nod of understanding from Wels, but then came his next question. “Why is it based on a school system?” The Guard simply just smiled sadly, something that Wels was unsure about seeing or not. “Why do you think so?” 

Wels was confused, until it finally clicked in his mind. 

“Not everyone is able to afford schooling or the safety of one, that includes teaching that helps them where a public school server happens to fail at.” The Guard nodded, Skyz placed their hand on Wels shoulder. “I am one of those students. I was a young child when I discovered my affinity for Alchemy, but no one would be willing to help me learn or properly utilize the skills due to the fact that Alchemy is a very ancient practice that’s forgotten by the modern era. So In my last year of middle school, I jokingly went up to the Watcher temple and asked to join in hopes of learning more about my abilities.” Skyz then grinned, something that Wels was somehow able to see. 

Despite the notable height difference. Seriously, are all the Watchers just given a sort of camouflage spell that allows them all to be much taller than they really are? That must be an interesting intimidation choice…or to make them feel better about themselves. Maybe. 

“I was granted an invitation, much to my parents' delight, sure they were upset that they had to send me away, but the Elder Watchers, the Royal Alchemist Healer, reassured them and myself that I can visit whenever I want. Sure high school sucks, but hey! That’s the fun with growing up and dude, I can’t tell you how many friends I made, how much I learned! It’s wonderful.” Wels chuckles, he could imagine having fun, he had the pleasure of going to school for a while, but that was…

A very long time ago. 

He wasn’t sure if his teacher was still around or not, never been one to be seen or known. Retired, is the best he could describe them. 

Retro then clapped his hands, catching their attention once more as they wrote on the paper, above the Watchlings. “Next is the Watchers, they are basically the Watchlings, but graduated High School and have a few choices. They can immediately work as Watchers doing simple jobs, go to college or just simply return home and live however they please.” Skyz giggles, knowing full well that Retro is a Watcher. Practically a Senior technically speaking. 

“So it really is just all a choice, that’s pretty great honestly, extremely different from other divine pantheons I am aware of.” Guard snorted. “Technically, the Watcher Pantheon came into existence by pure spite, Lord Xelqua didn’t even know he created the Watcher Pantheon until the ancient war.” They pointed out, but Wels frowned, he felt like he heard of the ancient war before, he just can’t be sure on where and why. 

Retro chuckles as he writes two more words. High Watchers and Elder Watchers, with arrows pointing from Watchers to High Watchers or Elder Watchers, then another arrow going from High Watchers to Elder Watchers. Much to Wels confusion at the sight. “Why is that confusing to look at?” He questioned, and the other Guard stepped forward. “I guess, considering I don’t think they taught you guys about this well?” 

Retro rubbed the back of their head sheepishly, while the first guard whistled innocently and Skyz just stared at the diagram in confusion. The poor guard just sighs. “Right, I’ll explain.”

“So technically speaking, the High Watchers are considered as College graduates that chose to stay and work as a Watcher, however they have a choice to work, head home or go into University, once you graduate university you go right into being a Elder Watcher. However, the reason why the Watcher position also goes straight to the Elder Watcher position and skipped the High Watcher, is due to the fact that most college graduates get a job. Like– being a guard for example, or a professor for that matter or they’re acknowledged by an Elder Watcher and are given the title as such out of respect.” 

This made the others all make sounds of understanding, especially Wels. 

“So that’s why it skipped! Not everyone wants to pick up university– Wait. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Like– Elder Watchers being the one who picked University and High Watchers being college graduates?” Wels suddenly questioned, seemingly baffled, Retro just stared at him as if he had finally figured something important while the others just seemed confused. 

“We’re going to pretend nothing is wrong right now– don’t worry, I’ll tell the Elders later.” He reassures, much to Wels relief. “So? What’s next on the hierarchy?” He instead questions, becoming quite invested in learning, but also acknowledges that the meeting has been going on far longer than any of them had initially expected. Considering the door still has that lock on it signifying that Lord Xelqua is still busy. 

None of them knew what Lord Xelqua's reaction would be to meeting the new High Elder Watcher, considering they’re a child. Sure they were long living, but they’re still physically a child, one that achieves the most difficult and highest rank possible. 

Retro however just continued to write on the paper, adding a few more titles to the hierarchy. 

High Elders Watchers and The Watcher.

This just gave Wels questions on why the titles are called as such and how uncreative they can get. Perhaps they just didn’t really know what to call those particular titles or a perfect name to call them by. 

Although, Primordial Watchers does actually sound better…maybe. 

“The High Elder Watchers– yes, uncreative I know, is actually a title reserved for the main two Watchers that serve directly under Lord Xelqua, it is the highest and most difficult position to obtain in recorded history. It is also the position of the first two Watchers that Lord Xelqua created.” Retro explained as Skyz suddenly jumped it. “However! Recently, as in a century ago, Lord Xelqua banished the second Watcher for high treason. No one knows what they had done to cause such a thing, but everyone suspected that it had something to do with the Prince.” They trailed off as they strike a pose of uncertainty. 

“They only think that because the time of their banishment and the loss of the Prince happened nearly at the same time.” Wels frowned, he had never heard of a Prince amongst the Watchers, granted, he never heard of the Watchers until he had gotten the letter and a small explanation from Alcove. Just how big and secretive is the universe to hold this much information? He wasn’t sure, but…admittedly, he was curious. 

“Who was the former High Elder Watcher?” 

The Guards were the one who stepped forward and answered. “The Banished Ruler of the End, Personification of Dreams, DreamXD or most commonly known as Exdee…for some reason.” 

Wels frowned, only just hearing the name is enough to make him feel cautious, if they are the ones who personified dreams, then who is the one who personified nightmares? Perhaps, an opposite? Are they weaker or stronger? There are so many questions he has, but he knows that there is nothing he could do or ask. Not without being seen with a lot of suspicions. After all, he was only here, in hopes of getting a job, a position of a guardian. 

Perhaps, the position of Guardian is meant for the Prince he had heard quite a bit about. 

Although he can’t imagine anyone having control or domain over Dreams, Dreams are such a strange, yet powerful thing. To manipulate the mind, whether one knows it or not. What did they do to be banished by Lord Xelqua? Someone that is said to be the most powerfulest individual in the Universe. But if that is the case, where does he rank amongst the other great Divines and Primordials? 

He voiced his opinion, thankfully, they agreed and changed ‘High Elder Watcher’ to ‘Primordial Watchers’.

Skyz clapped her hands, catching all of their attention. “Currently, as far as any of us are aware, Lord Xelqua is currently interviewing the new second High Elder Watcher, Sir Levias, soon to be Lord Levias once he is truly accepted. As shocking as it is to know that they are a mere child, they are a Fae, a very powerful one in fact. Now let's get onto the last and most important position in all of the Watcher Hierarchy.” Skyz explains as they then pointed at the last title. 

The Watcher. 

“This is a title reserved for Lord Xelqua only and specifically, he is referred to as The Watcher, due to the fact that he is, in a way, the first original Watcher. The one who had created the Watcher Pantheon itself. He rules over us all and does as he pleases, we just simply follow and watch as we want. It’s mainly just passive joy, but sometimes…” She trailed off as she rubbed her arm, almost as if to remember something so unpleasant. 

Retro cough, bringing the attention to him. “Sometimes, we Watchers were granted the powerful to be benevolent, but also malevolent. Perhaps that is why Lord Xelqua created us as the Watchers, we watch and we make our own opinions and judgment, our choice is our own responsibility, our own consequences.” 

Wels tilted his head. 

“In other words, there’s no right or wrong way to describe the Watchers, they’re known just as they’re titles, they Watch . They are the audience, the collective and most common term used to refer to the crowd of players that come to watch something, something as entertaining as a tournament, right?” The Watchers all nodded, confirming Wels words, sure there are no true and proper terms, but it is enough to get some kind of understanding. 

Even if the whole entire thing was extremely complicated to truly understand and explain, every universe is different. So very different, for all any of them knows, the simplest way to explain the Watchers is the fact that they are the one who watches, the Audience that follows after others to watch them and wonder what the players could ever do. 

Until suddenly, the sounds of glass shattered and the seal was gone, the guards quickly took their place and opened the door upon hearing footsteps. Out came the door, there were two individuals. A young fae child, holding onto the hand of a younger child, both have their face covered, hidden. But the other child, the Watchers all glances at each other, understanding who exactly that is and all immediately bow before them–

Retro was quick to make the paper he had disappeared, then gesture for Wels to follow their lead and bow as well. All in great respect. 

The watchers recognized the presence of the childrens. Wels did not, but he will in just a moment. 

“Lord Levias, is there anything we can do?” Skyz questioned, glancing up, silently awaiting any sorts of orders, but she did felt a sense of concern for the way the child– no, the Prince, there’s no mistaking the way they are dressed and the faint glimmer of a crown hidden under the bubble is a sure sign that they are the prince. 

Not that Wels is aware of such a fact, if anything, he simply just thinks that they are a young, yet very shy child, being guided by what he has learned to be Levias, the second High Elder Watcher. 

Oh how shocked he is to learn that they are just physically a few years younger than Hels. 

“A safe passage to the healer would be appreciated, it would not do the Prince any good to be crowded by the curious Watchlings and Watchers” The Guards understood and offered their service, to which Levias accepted. Ensuring that the Prince stays close to them and continues their path to the Healer with the Guards following after them. However, Levias stopped as he glanced back at them. 

“Welsknight, I sure hope you are given the approval of being a Guardian, from the reports I read about you, are highly praised and quite frankly.” They suddenly smiled, something that Wels could see clearly, but others could not. “I would be honored to work alongside a Minecraftian, one that was taught by Him .” They praised as they turned back and continued their trip, leaving behind a very stun Wels and a dumbstruck Retro and Skyz. 

Retro and Skyz looked at each other, then at Wels, then back at each other and shrugged. 

“Dude, we’ll guard the door, I guess it’s our turn since we’re here, so uh…” Skyz trailed as they walked over to stand by the guard with Retro who just gave Wels a thumbs up. “Good luck on the interview, Sir Wels!” He cheered, Wels just sighs as he thanked them and nervously goes into the throne room where Lord Xelqua awaits him. 

And awaits him he does, smiling down at him from his Throne, Wels kneel before him in a sign of respect, being a tad bit more nervous after hearing the door shut soon after. 

“Welcome, Welsknight, I heard quite a lot about you.”

Wels stands after being addressed, then simply just smiles. 

“Likewise, Lord Xelqua. It is truly an honor to meet you as well.”  

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Xelqua was quite surprised, he hadn’t expected too much from Welsknight, but for someone that’s supposedly a Minecraftian, he’s very peculiar. His mannerism almost reminded him of someone he has only the joy of meeting a few times, but that’s about it. He still wondered how the knight before him had caught the interest of his wife. Enough to be considered one of her most favorable knights.  

So imagined his surprise when he had no idea what he was on about. 

Perhaps, his wife was looking at the future again, won’t be the first time, nor the last, but it did most certainly explain the strange crypticness she had going on when she had first recommended Wels. Sometimes, he wonders if there’s a true reason why his wife wanted him to consider Wels as a guardian, but he would have to learn this on his own. 

First thing first, the most important question of them all.

“Welsknight, from the papers I have in regards to you, I have read that you are a Minecraftian, at least, supposedly theorized to be one anyways.” He questioned, noting the way Wels stiffen at the question. “Me? A Minecraftian? What makes you say that–”

“You can do things that normal players can not, not even hybrids could do so. Divines can do it, but you have no presence of a Divine.” Xelqua pointed out, staring at them curiously as they leaned back against the throne. “Not only that, but you react every time I refer to you as a Minecraftian.” Wels frowned, he supposed it would come out sooner or later that his true status would be known, but considering who he’s talking to, there’s nothing he can do to deny it. 

Or rather, keep a secret, really. He has always been told that he is terrible with secrets after all, since Xelqua had pretty much just pointed out his flaws. 

With a sigh, he admits the truth. “Fine, it is true, I am a Minecraftian, but most of all, I am a Otherworlder specifically. I haven’t been called a Minecraftian since the day I said my goodbye to my teacher.” Wels answered as they smiled sadly, which made Xelqua curious, who was the teacher?

“I’m sure you know who they are, but they’re…” Wels trailed off, taking out a particular item. One that Xelqua can recognize from anywhere. 

To say the least, Xelqua was shocked, but also a bit fearful, he had not expected that, sure he could have expected one of the older ones, but not him. Never him, he wasn’t even aware that he could have picked anyone as students, sure he knew that he was retired, but that was about it. Nothing more and nothing less.

Well, except the time He would occasionally visit in search of information on a certain someone and double checking that the seal on a particular jerk stays intact..

This will most certainly be an interesting meeting, for the both of them anyways. 

Xisuma stared at the stranger curiously, they were told by his guardian? He wasn’t even sure what to label him anymore, but…he would probably stick with calling him Papa. It’s easier to remember anyways. He was told by his papa that they are going to protect him, but also be his friend, he wasn’t sure what that had meant. What was a friend? He was unsure. 

He didn’t really like this place at all, but his Papa said it was safe and he trusts his Papa a lot. He doesn’t even understand why the hallways seem…familiar. Like he was here before at one point, oh how very strange…and very difficult to understand, really. Not only that, but he didn't like how everyone was staring at him, he could faintly see the bubble around his head, he could only guess that his papa gave it to him.

To help him hide his face, but he has a feeling it’s a bit more than just that. 

He just wasn’t sure what else the bubble could possibly be. It made everything look a little fuzzy, tinted purple, even. 

“Young Prince?” Xisuma jolted a little, holding onto his plushie a tad bit tighter as he looked at his guardian? Bodyguard? He supposed he could call him his Protector for the time being. But he tilted his head in response, seemingly confused, did they want something from him? Yet somehow, his Protector understood his silent question and gently smiled.

“We are at the royal Healer, your God Father wants me to ensure that you are doing alright and check your injuries to make sure it’s healing properly.” They explained, he didn’t really understand, but he could at least understand the gist of it. 

He was sent to the healer to check his injuries and replaced the bandages. 

Yeah, he could understand that, sorta. Doesn’t mean he would be used to such treatments. 

He still wasn’t very used to being well cared for and loved, but he recalls very faint memories of being loved. He cherished such small, little memories, even if he can’t recall it fully. 

So he allows himself to be guided into the Healer room– noting that the strange cloaked figures that followed them have chosen to stand guard outside of the room. All of these strange cloaked figures seem to know who he is and his papa. He was even referred to as a prince!

He doesn’t know what a Prince even is in the first place. Must be something special if he’s being called as such. Maybe, he wasn’t too sure. But if it was so important and special…did that make his papa someone extremely important? He would have to ask the next time he gets the chance…

He jolted in surprise and immediately hid behind his protector when he heard something crash, he didn’t like it, it sounded like glass breaking. That has never been a good thing, the last time he had ever heard glass shattering was when he had accidentally shattered the glass window and harmed the scientists and—

He froze when he felt something touch his leg, curious and very very confused, he looked down. Gasping at the sight before them. The strange creature looks a little like his plushie and his papa said his plushie is a dragon which means…

Is that a dragon?

Squealing in excitement and curiosity, he immediately sat down and held out his hands for the dragon, giggling even more when the dragon– his papa said that dragons are large, maybe this is a smol or baby dragon? It seems that way and they’re so adorable! “Well, at least the young prince isn’t going into a panic attack, right?” Xisuma blinked, looking over at the strange voice with confusion. 

He had thought this ‘Healer’ would be dressed like the other strange yet cloaked beings, but no, they seem…normal? Is that the right word? He wasn’t too sure, but…he feels like he knows what they are, almost as if he was one of them or something. He shakes his head, he had been thinking far too much today, it’s quite exhausting. 

Why must thinking be so exhausting? He wasn’t sure, but what he was sure about was playing with the baby dragon. Giggling when they jumped into his arms, but he didn’t care. He was happy and that’s what matters the most to him. 

He wasn’t even aware of the looks of relief on both the Healer and Guardian's face. 

Nor was he aware of the conversation they had in what seems to be in a hushed whisper, but he didn’t really care now did he? He was more interested in the little dragon he had. Smiling a little, he moved the dragon off of him and stood up– nearly tripping over had the dragon not come up to help him stay standing. He pouted. 

He hadn’t noticed until now, but the dragon was actually half his size, maybe it was small for their species? He wasn’t sure and quite frankly, he was very much jealous. But no matter what, he smiled, he had the urge to cause some sort of mischief, but he was afraid to do anything. Well, he was told by NPG that it was okay, but he wasn’t sure. Maybe a bit of wondering would be enough? 

Yeah, exploring should be enough. 

Almost sensing his intention, the dragon suddenly pulled him onto their back– causing him to giggle as he held on. He tilted his head when the dragon gave him a lick, which he blanked at in complete confusion and surprise. He pouted as he glared at the smug dragon. 

“Young Prince?” Xisuma blinks, looking over at the Healer who was holding some stuff, a potion and some bandage more specifically. He stuck his tongue out, he really didn’t want to drink the potion. It was always bitter and he hates it, but the look on the Healer's face tells him that he would have to get his bandaged check and drink the potion anyways.

With a defeated sigh, he reluctantly got off the dragon– only to be stopped by the said dragon that instead followed after the Healer. Seems like the dragon had chosen to be the prince transport, much to his amusement. Speaking of the dragon…

“Healer?” The Healer hums in response. “Why is there a dragon here?” Everyone in the room froze, much to Xisuma's confusion. Why were they reluctant to tell them? Is something wrong? Thankfully for him, his bodyguard answered. “I believe it’s because this particularly young dragon is the offspring of the Matriarch Ender Dragon, Jean.” Xisuma tilted his head, wondering what a Matriarch is. 

He had never heard of the term, granted, everything is brand new to him, he barely knows much of anything really. 

“Not only that, but it seems as though the little one here had taken a liking to you.” The Healer pointed out as she gestured for Xisuma to sit on the bed, he didn’t want to, but he reluctantly did so anyway. Marveling at how soft and comfortable it felt, he giggled again when the dragon had jumped on the bed and curled around him. 

But then he became stiff when he felt the healer take off his cloak– he held onto it, not wanting to take it off, but the looks the Healer and Bodyguard gave him made him reconsider. He was here to get his bandaged check and his potions taken. 

With a sigh, he quietly followed their instructions. 

Of course, he’ll deny the fact he has bitten anyone. If NPG said it was fine, then it was definitely fine. 

The healer smiled gently as they pulled over the blanket around the sleeping prince, who was being protected by the young dragon. Who had taken upon themselves to curl around him for both warmth and protection. It warms their heart to see such a wholesome sight, but at the same time, they were glad to see the Prince had returned once more. 

They, much like everyone in the Watcher Kingdom, were devastated. Especially since they all had witnessed the pain and grief that overtook both their lord and The God Slayer. It had taken them so deeply that they had lost The God Slayer, never to be seen again, while their Lord had promised to pass judgment on those that had dared to take away the Prince in the first place. 

But here they are, with the Prince returned to his home, but not without consequences. 

“Healer, what can you tell from their injuries and status? From what the report Lord Xelqua had given me here, he speculated that whoever had taken the Prince were Admins.” The Healer looks down at their newly appointed The Watcher, Levias. They faintly wondered what had possessed them to obtain such a very high, yet very powerful role in the first place. 

But they just hoped that they’re better than the former. Exdee had never been a kind of immortal, considering no one really knows much about who and where they had come from. Their Lord knows, but he refuses to elaborate, something about it not being the correct Essempei or Universe for that matter. 

Nonetheless, they held out their hand to get the report, being thankful that Levias had understood the silent request. It wasn’t often that one could understand a silent conversation or request, it just takes understanding one body language to figure it out. Sometimes not even body language can be understood due to the slight inconvenience that someone could be lying really well. 

Like Lord Xelqua. As much as they appreciate them, he just constantly lies to himself on a daily basis, very unhealthy honestly. 

However, looking through the reports and comparing it to the diagnostic and reports they had recently gotten after giving the young Prince a thorough health check. They found that Lord Xelqua speculation is correct. It was in fact Admins that had taken the Prince, powerful one at that. But they couldn’t figure out just which rank the Admins could be, but they did a really good job in hiding their tracks well. 

They can give them that as a single credit, but at the same time, they must be really skilled to even hide their tracks in the first place. 

“Well, Lord Xelqua is correct to assume it’s the Admins, but considering neither of us could figure out what ranks these Admins happen to be, it would make it really difficult to find out their motives.” The Healer answers as they hand the reports back to Levias, with the added addition of the medical report they had gotten. Levias simply hums, despite their face being hidden, The Healer can tell that they were thinking a bit too deeply. 

Despite holding a very powerful position, they were still childrens. 

The Healer wondered what had happened to bring them to such a position in the first place. The Healer then glanced over at the Prince– only to blanched in utter disbelief and shock. The Prince is gone, but the Dragon is still here. 

“Sir Levias, the Prince is gone.”

Levias blinks, looking over at where the Prince was once at, only to blanched back in realization. “WHA–” 

Xisuma wandered the halls in search of his Papa, he was tired, yes and he could have continued sleeping with the comforts of the dragon. But he didn’t want that, he didn’t trust anyone or this place quite yet to actually sleep comfortably. Not one bit, but actually finding his papa proves to be a lot more difficult than he had been hoping for. 

Just trying to navigate this hallway is already difficult as it is, he wasn’t sure if he was going the right way or not. It just mostly looks the same, how could anyone even navigate the halls, he would never know. He wasn’t sure if it was even possible, but maybe the strange, cloaked beings are so used to it that they can navigate just fine. 

He could have asked the cloaked figures where to go, but he doesn’t want to be seen by anyone, not one bit honestly. 

To be quite fair, he finds the cloaked beings a bit creepy honestly. 

Regardless, he still tries to find his way back to the room his papa was in– he believed he had heard it was called a throne room or something? He wasn’t entirely sure honestly, but it would be better for him to at least try and find the room anyways. He hates being alone for too long– even if he was too used to it. But now he sorta has people that love him.

The loneliness is definitely painful to go through again, the silence itself is deafening. 

“What is a child like you doing wandering the halls without a guide?” Xisuma gave out an audible yelp as they jumped back in surprise, pulling the cloak they’re wearing closer to themselves. He was scared, that much is evident, scared that he would be in deep trouble, he wasn’t even allowed to be outside of the room either! He fears the moment he’s caught and the scientist–

He gave out an audible hiss when the stranger suddenly appeared in front of him, but their eyes made him cover his own due to how bright it was. Why did this stranger have such bright eyes? 

How could eyes even be so bright! Let alone glow for that matter. 

“I ask again, why are you wandering the halls alone?” Xisuma looked at the stranger in apprehension, he wasn’t sure if he could tell them or not, but…he figured he would get hurt less if he did answer. He hates getting hurt for being disobedient. But he’s glad that the bubble thing he has keeps his face hidden.

He doesn’t want to know how they all would react to him crying. Crying has always been something he gets punished for constantly. 

“I’m…trying to find my papa.” He answers hesitantly, trying not to fidget under their silent gaze, he doesn’t know if this stranger would be kind enough to help him like his papa and NPG or be as mean as the scientist–

“Sure, I can help you find you Papa.” Xisuma jolted in surprise at the answer, he had thought it would be a no, but an instant yes? At least, he thinks it’s a yes, but why? “Why are you helping me?” He questioned, the stranger just shrugged. “I got nothing better to do, besides, I’m sure your papa must be worried about you, right?”

Xisuma stares at the stranger, he suppose…he was right. He has barely been in his papa's life and yet, he cares deeply for him. Not because he had known him long before he was taken by the scientist, but perhaps afraid to lose him. He sorta shares the same sentiment, he doesn’t want to lose his papa either. Not when he was finally granted a sense of freedom anyways. 

The stranger then stood up as he gestured for him to follow, he hesitated, but he was sure this place was safe. His papa and his guardian ensure it was, even if he had left behind his guardian. He didn’t really want to interrupt the conversation they had with the kind Healer.

Reluctantly, he followed after the stranger, ducking under their cloak a few times when they had walked past a few of the strange and somewhat unnerving cloaked figures. Some didn’t have masks, some didn’t have strange wings and most didn’t even have their cloaks! Very strange, but despite it all.

They all wore the same clothes. 

Very strange. Striking white against all of the dark and gloomy colors. Probably benefits more if there were more colors at least…

“Ah, here we are, since you I don’t know much about who your papa could be, I figured Grian would help you instead.” Xisuma looks up at the stranger, then at the door leading to what he could only assume is the throne room. The stranger had taken him to the throne room, exactly where he had wanted to go. He smiled a little, he was glad he had trusted this kind stranger, reluctantly of course. 

He’s not that stupid, NPG and his papa had taught him to be cautious. 

He gestures for the stranger to kneel, seemingly confused, they did so– giving him the perfect chance to give them a hug. A quick and simple hug, he then backed away, waved goodbye and quickly entered the throne room when the guards had opened the door– just enough for him to sleep through. 

Upon entering the throne room however, he finally got a chance to truly admire the room itself, utterly astonished and amazed, he walked around with some level of excitement. Maybe, long before he was in the Lab, he had loved to build or admired the art that’s created from architecture and the creative minds of others. It made him feel bittered, oh how he had wished he had lived a childhood. 

One free of pain.

He’s grateful that he has a chance now. 

However, upon seeing his papa, he got excited and quickly ran over to them– hugging them as well. 

He heard a chuckle as he was picked up and held close, he hummed in contentment in being in a warm and comforting embrace. When did he close his eyes? He wasn’t sure, but he took a glance at the stranger– a stranger in armor. He glares at them, they were just as bright as that stranger that had helped him get to the throne room.

He made sure his intention was clear, only giggling quietly to himself when the stranger in armor backed away with a hint of fear. 

NPG was right, being scary is funny. 

“Sorry Wels, seems as though my dear god child is being a bit clingy, especially when it comes to nap time.” Xisuma heard his papa say, he glanced up at him– he couldn't really see his face, but he wasn’t bothered by it, albeit confused by the whole reasoning behind hiding one face. 

Yet he heard the stranger, Wels, his papa had called them, nervously chuckling. “Don’t worry about it My Lord, I understand. My little brother is like that as well, he often finds it easier to sleep if I’m nearby, maybe the same can be said for the Prince.” His papa chuckles in response, but he doesn't care, he snuggles closer to his papa as he drifts to sleep. The whole reason why he had left his guardian and healer. 

“You're right, I’m a bit of a fool to not realize that, but thank you for reminding me.” His papa answered, the more sleepier he got, the less he paid attention, until he felt himself moved. He whines, he didn’t want to be moved, but he heard the soft whispers and hushes as he felt something soft and warm wrapped around him. Only then did he settle down, drifting off to sleep in the safety of his papa. 

Wels look at the sleeping prince, their face hidden, not that he was surprised. He had come to learned the everyone in the Watchers Pantheon keeps their face hidden, including the Endkins and Voidkins. Purely due to the air quality and the intensity of the sun, really. 

Yet, seeing how soft, yet utterly Hurt the Prince looks, make him feel sick. 

Who could hurt such a sweet child? He would never understand, for a Lord that’s so kind, he wonders how much pain they had gone through with the Prince lost. Alcove had told him quite a bit about that, how The Watcher, Lord Xelqua, had vanished long ago. No one knew why, until now at least. 

He can’t imagine whatever pain they had gone through, he sincerely hopes he will not feel the same if anything happens to Hels.

At least, he finally made a choice, he’s a Knight and as one, he will swear his loyalty to the Crown, but most of all, he wants to make sure that they would never have to be separated. He had already lost his uncle, he can’t lose anymore. 

“Lord Xelqua, if I may be so bold– but I wish to swear my Loyalty to your family and to the safety of the Prince.” 

Safe to say, he was confused by the shock that Xelqua displayed, why was it so shocking? “Are you sure, Wels? In doing so, you will endure more hardship than you can ever imagine, not only that, but with your unique position…”

Wels huffed, a bit in amusement. 

“You underestimate me, My Lord. It is my choice in the end, but all I asked, is your help to ensure my brother can safely escape the damnation that is our server we live on.” Lord Xelqua looks at him, he feels uneasy by being under such a gaze, yet he was used to being stared at for a long time. Not because of his choice to raise his brother, but also as a knight and being granted a responsibility he hopes no one will ever learn.

However, he was startled out of his wits when Lord Xelqua gave out a laugh. 

“Ah, my darling wife is correct. You are truly loyal, yet when needed, would demand the Divine to do what you want for the safety of your family, I like that in mortals, it may even be your downfall, but I can tell you will do just fine in spite of it all.” They answered with a smile he could not see, he felt honored that even the great Goddess and beloved Wife of Lord Xelqua have respect for him. Even if he didn’t truly understand.

“From this day forward, Welsknight, you are hereby granted the Honor of being one of the only two Guardians and Protector of my Godchild, however, should you betray us, do well to remember: I will ensure you suffer an end worse than death .” Lord Xelqua ordered, a sense of divinity can be felt for all that heard the order, but for Wels, he can sense the warmth of the Sun.

As well as a promise of True Punishment should he ever betray such trust. Something he will never do, his family had taught him too much to ever do such a disrespectful thing, he will never stoop low enough to be like his former uncle. He would rather be erased from existence than do what he had done. 

“I understand, My Lord.”

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Wels was to say the least ecstatic, he hadn’t expected to be accepted so quickly or so soon for that matter, he kinda knew that they would be very well informed. Since Xelqua had clearly known he’s a Minecraftian and with the added acknowledgement that he’s special, even for a Minecraftian and Otherworlder. 

Yet what he is most pleased about is the chance to finally and most officially get Hels his player Identifications and get the nether out of that forsaken server. It was honestly a dream come true for him, honestly. But then that leaves the trouble of finding a good server or place to consider as home– hopefully Xelqua wouldn’t mind if he let Hels stay in the kingdom. 

Less likely for discrimination to occur, at least as far as he knows. He hasn’t gotten the chance to truly explore the Kingdom or the occupations to get a good idea. Even more since the Kingdom acts more like an Academy full of students. He’s starting to think that Retro and Skyz were right, Xelqua doesn’t really have any control on what the Watchers do, even less so when he had once asked about why he had allowed the Watchers to make the Kingdom into a sort of Academy. 

His Lord did not know the Kingdom was actually an Academy, who would have known? Sure, it wasn’t obvious at first glance, but having been around for barely a day, he could definitely see it operating as both a school and a main base of sorts. A safe haven could also be considered as such, but he wouldn’t go that far. 

Nonetheless, he is currently being guided towards the Kingdom main portal gateway, just like the rest of the Kingdom, it’s certainly breathtaking and aesthetically pleasing, just as it is still functional for its main purpose. Waving goodbye to the guides, but also being reminded that he has access to the Kingdom. He would have to just think about arriving here to make it possible, nonetheless he promised to return another time and hopped through the gate. 

Arriving back on the server he will hopefully never return again.

He wasn’t sure just how long he had been gone for, but he sorely hopes it wasn’t too long, he trusts Alcove to be a decent babysitter and guardian. Yet even he worries that the players of this server could be a bit too much for him to handle alone. 

Worried filled his mind as he quickly headed back to the cottage, growing increasingly more and more worried when he heard nothing, but the deafening silence. It was never usually this silent, even when he left Alcove alone with Hels, it would usually be full of sounds. May it be chaos or magic, it was never silent. 

Yet, here he is, walking through a very thick and deafening silence. 

Something was wrong. So so very wrong and he just doesn’t know what could be causing such silence. 

Until that silence was destroyed by the high pitch sound of an explosion.

Panic, he quickly rushed to the source of the explosion, dread filling him as he realized the further he goes, the closer he gets to his cabin. Yet, the moment he arrived at the scene– he went pale as white. 

Everything was set in flames, Alcove was barely standing– heavily injured as they were leaning against his staff for support. The land was scorched and damaged from a battle he wasn’t sure to describe, but further ahead of Alcove is a group of players. One of which holding Hels hostage. 

Angered and scared for the safety of his brother, he stood between Alcove and the group, glaring at the group with the promise of hurting them severely. “Released my brother this instant.” He ordered, but such a thing fell on deaf ears as the group of players laughed. “We had hoped you wouldn’t return so soon and be done with this, but perhaps having you witness your so-called ‘brother’ banishment is better.”

At first, for a moment, Wels was confused on what they had meant by banishment, the most common place of banishment would be the Nether, The Void and The End, but more notably The Void and The Nether. Even if they had succeeded in sending Hels there, they would have been fine unless—

He gasped as he quickly realized what they were trying to do. Panic and fearful– he quickly leaped ahead to stop them– only to be blocked by the other players from reaching them. Growling, he fought his way through, with Alcove helping as much as he could as a supporter in the back, too physically exhausted to help much. But his magic prowess is quite powerful regardless. 

But it was a struggle for them both, despite being powerful in their own rights, even though they had trouble against so many players. Players that are powerful in a group to make it hard for any of them to get through. They could barely even reach the mages that are creating the spell. None of them know for sure what the spell will actually do. 

Yet, Wels was familiar enough with the phrases and implications to know that they are using an ancient spell. One that hasn’t been used since the ancient era, one that is powerful enough to even banish Notch of all beings. 

How did they even find such an ancient spell, he doesn't know, he had thought that Developers had destroyed the spell, never to be found to be used for such a dangerous purpose. Maybe they were right, he shouldn’t underestimate the sheer curiosity and effort the players do to find anything about the past. That also includes secrets that the Developers try so much to keep hidden and never seen the light of day again. 

Player after player, he takes them down, inching ever closer to stopping them–

Only to be pushed back by something else. Grunting in pain, he got up, only scowling when he saw familiar faces. Particularly, the faces of those he had once worked alongside before he had taken Hels and has been cast out as an outsider. Before he could strike at them, ice spikes appeared– trapping them, a glance at Alcove was enough for him to understand. 

He took his chance and rushed forward—

Only to once again be set back, this time he was prepared and wasn’t pushed too far, but the moment he saw who it was. Wels immediately paled. 

“You fools freed Entity 303 and Dreadlord?! Are you insane!” He growled out as he tried to get past them both, but couldn’t, even though he knew that they were formidable foes. Ones that he has never personally met or fought against, but heard stories about from his family. They always warned him to avoid them both as much as possible, he may be strong, but he can’t measure up to the capabilities of both Entity 303 and Dreadlord mastered skills over combat and magic. 

The Player leader simply laughed as the others had completed the spell. The gate has been opened. “Oh Wels, you really shouldn’t have left them alone, we were waiting for ages for you to leave– and when did we get that perfect little opportunity? We couldn’t help, but take our chances, it’s a bonus that we also get to get rid of The Forsaken Mage.” They cheerfully commented, Wels felt sick and Alcove felt ashamed for letting them get this far. 

“Why? Why go after Hels? He had done nothing, but exist! He had done no harm to any of you and yet, for all these years, you tried nothing, but to rid him! Why?!” Wels demanded, it had been a question he wanted answers to for quite some time, he had never understood why they had hated him for all these years. 

Normally he wouldn’t lose his cool so easily, but right now– he is really angry. How dare they harm his family! He will make them pay and as his mentors had taught him.

Well, he wouldn’t be playing the Righteous Knight he has been known for, now wouldn’t he. 

Yet all he got was a laugh from the leader, until Entity 303 stepped forward. “How naive of you to believe the answer would be told so soon, had your mentors not taught you anything?” At first, Wels was confused for a moment, only realizing too late as he quickly dashed forward to try and get past them all, to stopped them– 

But it was too late, he was too late. 

“HELS!”

The sounds of glass shattering could be heard within the room, leaving the occupant to stare down at the shattered remains of their hand mirror. It was truly unfortunate, they had loved the hand mirror so dearly, a gift to them from their lover.

“My dear? Are you alright? I heard the sound of glass shattering and rushed to ensure you are well.” They gently sigh as they step away from the shattered remains of their hand mirror that lay on the ground so lifelessly. “A slip of my hand, the hand mirror you had gifted me had shattered.” They answered ever so calmly, but seemingly unsure at the same time. 

They then frowned for a moment, then pouted in annoyance, yet sadness. “A pity, I had hoped to give our godchild a friend to play with as well.” This comment confused their lover. “Is this perhaps one of your foresight or should I not worry so soon?” He questioned, they simply just sigh as they stepped towards their crystal that hovers quietly in the opened room. Illuminated by the moon and the stars. 

“Oh, my dear Xelqua, I’m afraid something has happened, something even I could not foresee.” They answered, looking back at a very concerned Xelqua. “Something happened that not even you could have foreseen? What could it have been?” He questioned as he walked over to stand next to them. They simply shake their head, a grim expression gracing their gentle face. “I’m afraid tragedy had befallen Welsknight for he had lost his sibling.” 

Xelqua gasped, eyes widening in shock. “How!? I was speaking to him so happily just mere moments ago! How could tragedy befall him so soon?” He questioned, almost frantic, his lover shakes their head, they too were unsure. “Where his sibling is, is not somewhere I can even see, I doubt even you could see it either.” They answered, which made Xelqua all the more fearful.

But then that raised a question. 

“The only place I could think of is…” He instantly paled, he had only heard of the place from fragmented myths and legends, he surely hopes it’s not where he thinks it is, could it? “You don’t think Welsknight's younger sibling could have been banished to The Voided Realm?” He questioned, thankfully he was given a no as his answer. “No, whoever had taken away the Welsknight sibling had done a sloppy job in banishing him, I do not know if he’s even alive or not– let alone in this universe– hence my concerns about his future being lost.” They answered, looking over at Xelqua with a tilt of their head. 

“Originally, I had intended on having you tell Xisuma your identity–” Xelqua instantly cringed, he quite frankly didn’t want to explain to Xisuma that he’s a literal god, but he would have to anyway just so there wouldn’t be any misunderstanding. “But since Welsknight sibling is missing, it would be best that you keep your identity a secret, but what can’t be changed is the fact that everyone knows Xisuma is the Prince to the Watcher Domain, not officially an heir, but still.” 

Xelqua looks at his wife in confusion, first they wanted to tell Xisuma the truth, but now they want to keep it a secret? What was going on? Was the future so fragmented and unsure that even they couldn’t foresee what’s to come? 

“Ellen, why do you insist that Xisuma is known amongst the Watchers, yet I can’t tell him the truth of my identity?” Xelqua questioned Ellen, his wife, simply just smiled sadly. “The Admins would harm him the first chance they get, but since even I don’t know their identity, it wouldn’t do well to risk his safety.” They admitted, which Xelqua could understand, but he wasn’t sure–

“But most of all, I have foreseen that The Admins are afraid of the Watchers.” Xelqua blinks, seemingly surprised, but also dumbfounded. How could the Admins be so afraid of his Watchers? What reasons or fears do they have against them to feel that much threat? “Can you tell me why that seems to be the case?” Xelqua questioned, Ellen just chuckles as they look at the crystal. 

“You will have to find out on your own.” They answered ominously, causing Xelqua to shudder, he loves his wife dearly, but even he can fear what she’s capable of, even with their abilities with clairvoyance and dislikes for violence, they can still cause him immense pain. “Oh, if I remember correctly, if we really want to keep Xisuma off of the Admins radars…we should probably have him go to school here at the Academy.”

Xelqua blinks, what did they mean he’s going to school here? Sure, he wasn’t aware it’s an academy, but still. Oh and the whole thing with the identity…

“Not only that, it would be best to train him to use his abilities as an Admin– just to be safe of course, who knows what could happen if he doesn’t have a good grasp on it after all.” Well, Xelqua can’t disagree with that, he had already assigned two guards to protect him when he, Ellen and his friends couldn’t, he wouldn't dare leave one of his sons with him either. He knows for a fact that they’re creepy when they want to be and quite unnerving too. 

Not that he was against their genocidal actions anyways, he does have them spy on the Admins as of late. 

“Then you would have to eventually name him your Heir once he comes of age, then announce the existence of the Watchers to the rest of the Server Hubs.” Xelqua jaw instantly dropped, did his wife plan everything and he’s just now learning about it or should he be afraid that they had known so much due to their foresight. He wasn’t sure what to pick and settled on accepting it all. 

He may be the God here, but technically, he bowed down to his wife.

“You also need to make him an Identification.” Xelqua was already on his way to getting that process without the other Admins aware, perks of being a Primordial Admin he supposed. “Then we have to make sure that he given therapy and knows that he’s very much well loved by us all…” They trailed off as they continued talking about their future plans in regards to Xisuma and for Xelqua unique position as the unknown ruler of the Watcher Pantheon. 

Perhaps one day, when he finds EX and Doom, he could tell them both all the crazy things that had happened. 

Wait, he completely forgot about Wels. “Uh, Ellen? What about Wels?” He questioned, Ellen just stared at him. “We’ll help him with his grief, but he will most likely get the best amount of therapy from his friends from Kingdomcraft and Hermitcraft.” Xelqua stares at them, he has no idea what either of those are, but he can assume they’re servers and that it would serve as something important in the future. 

Probably. 

Sometimes he doesn’t understand the future and never will honestly.

But he’s gonna go against his wife and tell Xisuma the truth–

“You're going to tell Xisuma regardless of my warnings, aren’t you?” Xelqua jumped in surprise, looking at his wife with a bit of fear as he nodded. It was silent, mostly with Xelqua being utterly afraid, until Ellen sighs. “Fine, you may tell him, but in return– I’ll take Levias and Wels under my care.” Xelqua stares at them, well he’s not opposed to the deal honestly…

But he’s too afraid to asked why they would want the two guardians he had recently assigned to Xisuma safety. 

A young teenage brunette sleep soundly in their bed, cuddly alongside a worn out plushie of a dragon, unbothered by the morning sunlight. It was relatively peaceful, until it was interrupted when a familiar waffled head entered the room and practically threw the blanket off the previously sleeping teenager off the bed. Causing them to glare at the intruder.

“Rise and shine Xisuma!” The teenager, Xisuma, just groaned in response, taking back the blanket to hide under and once again sleep, muttering something about it being too early and why would anyone be happy about going to school. 

Especially since he is technically homeschool after all. 

Yet the other occupant huffed as they once again took away the blanket. “Come on Xisuma! You gotta get up, wouldn’t want to be late now would you?” He questioned, Xisuma sat up, glaring at them. “Uncle Grian, I am tired, especially since I was super stressed about applying for admission to the Admin Academy, so leave me alone and let me sleep!” He whined as he snatched the blanket back and once again hid, just to sleep some more. 

The other occupant in the room, Grian, pouted. “Guess you don’t want to read the letter you got from the Watcher Academy.” He commented in despair as he left the room. A few moments went by until Xisuma immediately threw off the blanket and instantly jumped to his feet. 

“A LETTER FROM THE WATCHER ACADEMY?!” 

Chapter Text

Grian casually hums as he goes ahead and sits down, picks up his morning cup of tea and drinked it, just as a certain brunette crashes down the stairs. “Oh, so when the Watcher Academy is brought up, you actually listen to me?” Grian questioned, utterly amused, not even bothering to look behind him to know that the brunette is glaring at him. 

Knowing full well that Grian had a smug grin on his face. 

Growling, Xisuma grumbled as they got up and gently rubbed their somewhat bruised arm that they landed on when they had slipped and fell down the stairs. A habit he had unfortunately picked up during his years healing. But it doesn’t stop him from sitting at the table and eating his food out of frustration. He didn’t even dare look at Grian. 

Grian simply sighs as he shakes his head fondly, smiling as he feels like a proud parent seeing their child grow up…

Granted, Grian wasn’t technically their parent, but their God Parent and currently considered Uncle, but still. 

“Anyways, Uncle, you said that there’s a letter from the Watcher Academy?” Grian looked at him with an apologetic look. “Yes, but that’s not the main focus of this conversation, I only said it to get you up for a more important matter.” He answered sternly, at first Xisuma was about to protest out of anger for being rudely awakened so early, but hearing that there’s an important matter to discuss, made him relented. 

Yet it also made him curious, why did his Uncle want to talk about something so serious all of a sudden? He could have said so like a normal person, but then again…

His Uncle wasn’t really normal honestly. 

Curious, Xisuma gestured for him to continue speaking as he continued to eat his food, admittedly– he hadn’t grown out of eating his food being mixed with a little bit of health potions, but still. Grian simply smiled sadly, much to Xisuma's confusion. “As you know, you're eighteen, seven whole years since I brought you home.” He started off, noting that Xisuma flinched quite a bit, but continued to eat. 

He knew quite well what that had meant and he is forever grateful that he had stumbled upon that strange portal all those years ago, leading him to the safety of his Uncle's home. 

“You’ve been healing and improving your health.” Xisuma smiles as he finishes his meal, it’s true, he had been healing and it was mostly thanks to his Uncle for being so very patient and helping with healing through it all. Although, he does admittedly regret causing so much problems for them, but he learned that his self-esteem is terrible. 

It’s still terrible, he still self-deprecates his very existence and still finds himself unworthy of these love and care often. Sadly. 

But it’s getting better! For the most part anyways. 

Until suddenly, Grian gave Xisuma a very serious look, one that sent shivers down his spine and made him move inches away from him. “Ellen believes that I coddle you too much and that the–” Xisuma was about to say something, but NPG entered the room, giving Xisuma a look that made him stay silent. 

“Parental Figure Ellen–” 

“Just call them mom or something, NPG” 

“--also wants you to socialize more besides just having Levias hang out with you and occasionally his colleagues and classmates, most of all, they believe that letting you move out for College would be beneficial in letting you be independent. Well, mainly just letting you socialize to help you both emotionally and mentally get used to society again.” Xisuma hums as he thought it over, at first glance, it does sound reasonable, but this seems to be well placed and thought out planned. 

Especially since he had recently taken the Admin Academy placement test online. He had only done it because he figured it would be alright to give it a try. 

Which makes Xisuma wonder if they didn’t want him to train his Admins abilities– especially since what had happened to him in his youth. “Are you saying all this because you're worried that the…bad Admins would find me?” He questioned, Grian and NPG looked at one another for some time, making Xisuma wondered if it was wrong of him to asked such a serious questioned–

“Actually, remember how you did the placement test for the Admin Academy?” Xisuma blinks, seemingly confused as he nodded slowly. “I only applied because it seems like a good place to learn how to use my uh– Administration abilities, especially at my age.” He answered, seemingly confused, Grian grimace as he continued to drink his tea while NPG looked sorry. 

Xisuma narrowed his gaze, he was so sure that just yesterday, his Uncle was happy for him to apply to an actual school instead of working online, but now? He wonders what is really going on and what has changed overnight. Well, he has one idea and that idea involves his poor unfortunate Uncle cowering before his wife. 

“Ellen found out, they don't want you to go to the Admin Academy, purely cause it’s technically far from my authority, but they're just afraid that we won’t be able to protect you from the…bad Admins from getting to you without any notice considering you are a Voidwalker.” Grian admitted there was more to it, but he wasn’t sure if he could even tell them, well, mostly since they still have no idea who is the traitor amongst the Admins. During the whole time that Xisuma had known him, he has yet to explain that he is a Primordial Admin and the Ruler of the Watchers.

Well, he could probably tell them soon, but he has this uncanny feeling that he can’t say anything quite yet. Almost like it was too soon for him to know. 

He still hasn’t decided if he should actually make Xisuma his heir to The Watcher Pantheon or not, it’s a choice that he rather have Xisuma make himself, when he explains the whole truth to them.

He still doesn’t even know what his work is either!

Actually, thinking about it a bit more, Xisuma never asked him what he does when he leaves the house for long periods of time. Especially when he really had to go for a long while to do his extremely rare work of being a Primordial Admin. Or that time he had to do a lot of testing for his new server he’s been working on for some years now.

Time Travel, like mechanics, is not the easiest. 

“Uncle Grian, you're thinking too deeply and that is either a good thing or a very very bad idea.” Xisuma commented with a deadpan expression, Grian wasn’t sure if he should be offended by that comment or not, considering it’s not entirely wrong anyways. He had his moments of having good ideas and awful ideas after all. 

But also he feels a bit embarrassed in being called out like that. 

Well, no time like the present to tell them the complete utter truth, they are old enough to know and he would continue to feel guilty in keeping it secret any further. Plus Ellen had been nagging him constantly to tell them already. 

“Xisuma, it’s about time I tell you the truth– the full Truth about myself.” 

Xisuma looks confused, which wasn’t a surprise, he wasn’t making an effort to hide it really, it had just never really come up at all. Even if it had, there was no easy way to explain it without Xisuma throwing a panic attack at him, he had to wait, wait until he was mentally prepared to handle the information. 

Right now, after five years of healing, he should be mentally strong enough to learn the truth. 

“How do you feel about being the Crown Prince of the Watchers?” 

…Why did Grian just say that instead of outright saying that he’s actually Lord Xelqua, The Primordial Watcher God and Primordial Admin and the very same guy that failed to keep his family safe at all? 

“...Grandpa, what the fuck.”

Grian will punish a snickering NPG later, right now he has to explain everything to a dumbfounded Xisuma with a nervous laugh. He also totally doesn’t feel a stab in his heart for being called Grandpa again. Nope. 

Absolutely not…

Okay that’s a lie, he’s in a bit of emotional pain. 

This doesn’t hurt as much as the times when Xisuma had mistaken him for his dad and not his Uncle until a few years ago when he was finally called Uncle. Now that was just guilt!

“So, let me get this straight– You're actually the legendary and most mysterious Primordial Admin and Mysterious Watcher God, Xelqua, right?” Xisuma questioned, his Uncle nodded with a hum as they drank their tea– how they still have tea is a mystery that Xisuma doesn’t envy at all. Nope, not one bit…

Okay maybe a little, but still. He’ll ask about it later. 

“And you blame yourself for failing to find me and stop the rest of my family from breaking apart.” Xisuma also commented, to which his Uncle nodded in confirmation, again, but seemed to sulk quite a bit like the guilt had never left him. Even after so many years, it still sits on his shoulders like heavy boulders that he has trouble removing. 

Which, now that Xisuma thought about it, is concerning. 

Again, that makes him wonder how his Uncle was able to even care for him for as long as he had– which makes him wonder if his Uncle viewed time very differently than him. He had always muttered about how several hours passing by felt like literal days– even weeks! Which wouldn’t be that shocking, but still. 

“To be fair, none of the Admins, besides my fellow Primordial, knows that I am the Watcher God, as far as everyone else knows– The Watchers Pantheon is governed by three unknown Watchers of high ranking and have their own way of signifying their presence.” His Uncle suddenly brought up as he summoned his Admin panel, which made Xisuma very interested in learning. But also curious if he was able to do something like that–

As far as he was aware with his own training, it was mostly to keep it hidden and well controlled. 

That includes learning to keep his emotions in check so he wouldn’t accidentally lashed out and hurt anyone with his powers. Which, he sadly had to admit, happened many times during the early days of living with his Godfather he calls Uncle. 

A foolish, but loving Uncle. 

Although, at least now he knows what exactly it was after all these years. 

He may not entirely understand what is truly happening, but he could see how much he cares and the work he put into keeping him safe. Sure, it was disheartening to know that even a God is powerless to do anything but– even Divinity has its limits. Yet at the same time– it made him wonder, wondered just why he was targeted in the first place. How his Uncle couldn’t even find him after so many years–

Something wasn’t clearly right and his Uncle Obviously knows that something is unusual about this case alone. 

And it was a piece of information that he unfortunately knows. A fragment from his trauma, his time in… The Administrative Lab Center. 

It was something he had never brought up or told, not because it was too much for him to speak of– but it's due to the fact that he can't remember it well enough besides scattered fragments and whispers. He was clearly not the first to be experimented at the time, nor was he the last either. He dares not to touch the memories anymore, it is far too painful and deeply scarred into his very life that just thinking about it simply hurts him. 

Xisuma wasn't surprised when he finally returned his focus to reality that he was being carefully and gently cradled in his Uncle's arms. 

“Back to reality, little Voidling?” His Uncle gently asked, Xisuma hums in response– it had been awhile since he had disassociated like this, but it wasn’t bad enough to cause too much concern. At least, not yet anyways– as far as he was aware. This was the first time in several months that this occurred. 

And yet, his Uncle hums as he lets go of him– carefully onto the couch, something that Xisuma is now noticing. He wasn’t aware that they had moved from the dining table to the couch, maybe it was a longer episode opposed to the shorter ones he had gotten in the last two years? He wasn’t sure– it was much worse during the earlier years, that was much more obvious. 

“You were only out of it for about half an hour.” His Uncle suddenly answered, Xisuma blinked in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on him. He had likely had an expression of wondering how long it had lasted. “Right…well at least it wasn’t too bad, I hope.” He commented with a hum as he leaned against the couch, he had remembered the last time he had spaced out, he had somehow ended up at the Gardens of the apparently now revealed to be, Watcher Academy.

For several hours until he was found by a few of the Watchlings, who in turn reported to Levias. Of course, those Watchlings were swore to secrecy, but still– 

Wait. 

“What are we going to do about my application?” He suddenly questioned, His Uncle stared at him blankly as NPG once again appeared out of nowhere as per usual. “Xisuma, we already discussed that, we’re not letting you go to the Admin Academy, mostly because the acceptance rate is really low anyways.” Xisuma frowned, he knew that the acceptance rate to entering and graduating the Admin Academy, but to hear it so confidently from them makes him wonder just how difficult it is. 

Or rather, just how much work is being put on those that want to be Admins in the first place. 

Granted, he had been homeschooled his entire life here, so he wouldn’t really know what it’s like to be in an actual proper school environment. Of course, he doesn’t count all the times that he always followed Levias to his classes when he was younger, they were best friends and his Uncle was always insistent that he always stay with Levias whenever they visit his Aunt!

He still has no idea why his Uncle lives in a cozy world like this while his Aunt lives in that beautiful, yet mysterious realm he has just learned is the Watcher Realm. 

Where the Watcher Academy happens to be at as well. 

Really, he hadn’t expected today to be full of surprises and shocking revelations, at this point, he wonders what other news he would learn. Or whatever secrets that everyone is willing to tell him at this point, he has the right to know honestly, but he would probably understand if they hold off on telling him more so he could get used to the revelations. 

Although, now that he thought about it, maybe the times he followed along with Levias to his classes was actually just him going to his tutors for his homeschooling. But he doubts that’s actually the case since, well, what he had come to learn was the Watchlings and Watchers that tagged along with them to those classes. 

Hm, he should actually ask his Uncle about this now that he has the chance to get answers in the first place. 

“Hey Uncle?” Xisuma suddenly called out, earning a hum of acknowledgement from his Uncle who– Xisuma blinks, seemingly baffled, when did he have the time to grab his paperwork? Scratch that– why was he doing paperwork instead of whatever work he usually does on the Administrator Panels? He actually really hopes that paperwork isn’t a required part of being an Administrator, otherwise he may reconsider. 

He really doesn’t like paperwork. 

Purely because of the homework he was assigned, but still. 

Anyways, back to the topic he wanted to ask. “Whenever me and Levias are visiting Auntie in the Watcher Academy, were we actually being homeschooled by some trusted friends of yours or were we being taught in an actual school like environment?” He asked, still seemingly baffled by the whole ordeal. He knows that he was being homeschooled, since NPG and his Uncle makes sure to teach him whenever he’s home. 

His Uncle, however, hums as he thinks about it. 

“Technically speaking, it was originally just you and Levias being taught some more academics that me and NPG can’t teach, but Ellen insisted on.” He admitted with a bit of a smile and maybe a frown, Xisuma couldn’t really tell which was it. “But then it kinda turned into you both slowly getting used to the idea of being in a classroom, so we made sure you went with the Watchlings that often have struggles academically or are uncomfortable being around too many people.” 

This wasn’t something that they had expected to hear, then again they weren’t really sure what to expect in the first place anyways. 

But at the same time, it actually made sense. He didn’t really talk to them since Levias was always the one who spoke for the both of them, even when he was the only one out of all of them in the room that had their face hidden. It wasn’t so bad, it was a bit comforting honestly, but still. It was certainly something he never expected. 

Hm, maybe going to the Watcher Academy wouldn’t be so bad, at least it’s familiar and he could probably meet all sorts of people!

“Oh, by the way, I’m starting a server soon, so I won’t be home all that much, neither would NPG and Kintsugi since they have to do some work as well, so you're going to have the house to yourself for a while.” Xisuma Uncle suddenly commented, causing Xisuma to stare at him dumbfounded, he looked over at NPG who looked away guiltily, something he never thought he would see on the usually apathetic android. 

Does– does that mean he’s going to be essentially living by himself? 

He was only eighteen and he’s already living by himself already?!

“Of course, since you're only Eighteen, you won’t be alone all the time, Wels and Levias will visit you often.” His Uncle reassured, only to look away. “Well, at least Levias would be anyways, Wels recently told me that he’s going to be busy for awhile, something about moving from the Kingdom Craft Server to another soon.” He admitted, much to Xisuma curiosity, he hadn’t really heard from Wels too often, but whenever he did see the strange knight, it was sometimes melancholic. 

Maybe it’s still the lingering pain and guilt of losing Hels, someone he had only heard stories about, but never got the chance to meet. A friend he could have possibly made, but still, it could have been nice to be friends with them…

Wait.

“Doesn’t the Watcher Academy have a dormitory?” Xisuma questioned, his Uncle humming as he nodded in confirmation. “It does, but due to your unique position and well, a lot of reasons really, it’s not exactly a safe option for you.” His Uncle pointed out, Xisuma just sighs, he had actually forgotten the fact that his Uncle had wanted to make him to also be crowned as the Heir to the Watcher Pantheon, but he doesn’t know why.

“Is there a particular reason why you want me to be the Heir?” He might as well ask while he got the chance anyway, not like there’s another chance when they’re all going to be really busy soon. Although, admittedly, he’s actually quite curious about why he was chosen to be the Heir in the first place. He didn’t seem like the right person for it–

“I originally didn’t plan on having a Heir at all, but I only considered it when Wels came up with the idea that it could serve as a protective alibi for you.” 

Xisuma blinks, trying to make sense of what he had meant. An alibi that serves to protect him as well? What does he mean by that? So he voiced such a question, earning an exasperated sigh from his Uncle. Which makes him wonder if he should have already figured it out on his own or not…

“Xisuma, you are a derp, you know that right?” Xisuma nervously chuckled in response as he looked away, he knows he’s a derp at times, but no one can blame him for it! He has always been a bit slow or not able to understand everything well. Sometimes he even needed context for even the basics of things! Mainly jokes and stuff that’s more common as of late, but still! He has been living a mostly sheltered life anyways. 

Although, maybe being sheltered had caused him some troubles once he started socializing, let alone attend the Watcher Academy for his education. 

He doesn’t even know much beyond home and the Academy, so maybe he’s doomed–

“The reason why Wels suggested that I take you as my Heir is because no one, not even the other Primordial Admins, would go against The Watcher Pantheon, nor would they be able to know your identity.” His Uncle suddenly pointed it out, but it still confused Xisuma, granted he still doesn’t know a lot about the Watchers, something that his Uncle may have overlooked. “The Primordial Admins– at least, most of them anyways, know that I ruled as The Watcher Pantheon Primordial God. They would do anything to avoid fighting against me out of fear of a war being made between the Watchers and the Administrators.”

Xisuma frowns, he knows that there’s a limit to how much power everyone has, even Administrators. But he never knew that such a balance would be threatened by the Watchers, just how powerful were they to be feared in such a manner in the first place? He knew that the Listeners rather keep to themselves and not meddle unless they deemed it necessary, the Watchers were literally as their name suggests…

Wait, there’s an advantage that the Watchers always had.

Their anonymous identities! All Watchers hide their any and all traces of their identities via the concealing magic on their uniforms and masks!

Of course, Xisuma's face palm, it was a common knowledge that he forgot when it comes to the Watchers. Perhaps that was one of the perks to being part of the Watcher Pantheons. It didn’t help that his Uncle was lightly giggling at his actions– it was embarrassing how he had forgotten something so simple and easily recognizable about the Watchers. 

“I think– I understand now. You want me to be the Heir because it would give me protection via politically wise and not only that, but the Watcher's most well known trait of being completely anonymous is also a benefit for me to hide my identity as a whole from everyone.” He confirmed, his Uncle smiled and nodded in confirmation to his words. “That’s right, politically wise, they won’t do anything to you as my heir out of fear of angering me, public wise, no one would know who you are as a whole. So you can easily slip right past them and they wouldn’t even know.” 

Sometimes, Xisuma wonders if his Uncle is a genius or not. At times, there’s no way that he could have come up with this idea so easily. Although, he did admit that Wels had pushed him to make him the Watcher Pantheon Heir, so he may have the Knight to thank for that. Which, honestly, he still can’t believe Wels had to be the voice of reasons when it comes to anything related to him.

Yet, in the end, he can understand why his Uncle wanted him to be his Heir, officially or not, it was still a choice made to benefit him. 

He still has a lot of questions, they all do, they still have no idea who is a danger to them or not, but most of all– he still has family that’s missing. His Father disappeared under mysterious yet suspicious circumstances and a doppelganger-like clone he adopted as an older brother, somewhere in the Server Hallways and Network. 

Hm, Xisuma wonders if his older sibling, Exavian, is doing well wherever he may be.

Wels, was to say the least, unsure what to make of the Hermitcraft Admin, for one thing– he was a strange figure in red-black armor with the slightest hint of silver-gray. Most of all, he knows nothing about them, not even their identity, hidden underneath the helmet they wore. Well, that would be a life, apparently the first generations of Hermits had at least seen his face– at least, during the first Season of Hermitcraft.

And yet, here the Admin stands before them, it truly unnerves him that they just stared at him– almost as if to judge whether or not he would be worthy of being part of the Server. 

Quite frankly, it almost reminded him of the time Lord Xelqua had judged him, but not exactly. It was just, closely similar, but not, yet somehow there was something oddly familiar about them, like something he should be familiar with, yet he couldn't figure out what it was…

However, Wels' pondering was interrupted when the Hermitcraft Admin held out their hand. A bit cautious, he took his hand– noting that their grip was strong, but something he wasn’t bothered by. “Interesting, you have a strong grip, Welsknight, correct?” The Hermitcraft Admin commented with a curious hum of interest, Wels simply just smiled in response. Typically, whenever he shakes hands with anyone, they always comment about his grip being strong, maybe it’s due to his profession as a knight. 

But that’s not the case, he’s pretty sure it’s just all the times he had trained the Watchlings that were interested in combat. And all the times that Herobrine deemed it fitting to train him when he was younger. He still wasn’t sure how Herobrine had forgotten about him during that Ritual incident, but he did settle with the idea that it had been literal centuries since they last met. 

With a chuckle, Wels simply just nodded. 

“Yes, I would say the same to you, Sir…?”

Wels could have sworn he heard a smile in the Hermitcraft Admin voice when they answered.

“My name is Exavian Void, but off server? Simply refer to me as EX.”