The Watcher-Prime: New Order

Chapter 4: Nature Problems

Somewhere at The End Of All...

A tall figure wrapped himself in his deep purple cloak. The figure was angry. But it had been very, very lonely long before it was angry. That was before they had received the messenger. The messenger made him very, very angry. It was dead now. The figure almost felt bad, before it remembered what the messenger was. An admin.

The cloaked figure had traveled a very long way since they had received the message. They hadn't even been sure that this place existed. All they knew were legends, stories told by boring history tutors in dark halls with cold stone floors.

If there were any other way, they would have taken it. But alas, the figure had waited a long time for another way before there was this way. And this way was the way.

And now - the way was over. The figure stopped, rigid, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Then they relaxed.

"I know you're there." The figure sighed,

"What business do you have with us?" And then there were six. Six blue robed figures surrounding the one. The figure directly in front of the purple cloaked signed.

"Can you not speak?" The purple one frowned,

"We do not prefer to entangle ourselves with your imperilments." The same blue-robed entity signed.

The purple cloaked figure nodded, though he didn't understand what the entity meant - or what he signed - very well.

"I will ask you once more - what business do you have with our sK%wh*RB#R?" The last flurry of signing was completely indiscernible. The figure in the purple coat swallowed. They'd gotten the gist of what they were asking.

"I've come to offer my services."

"We have no need for your kind."

"I can infilitrate their headquarters. I can be a spy."

"Silly Watcher. We have no need for spies. There is nothing we have not already HEARD."

"But have you SEEN all you want to?"

"Eyes deceive. We HAVE NO NEED of your talents. Eliminate them." The tallest figure turned to it's green-robed comrades.

"WAIT! I know things you cannot hear! What has been heard before hearing! I know who you want! I can tell you everything about him! I can kill him! It is not your nature to be seen! I can be seen for you! I will be your assassin!"

The tall figure turned to examine the short Watcher. "We shall see if there is ever use for you, though I doubt it. Lock him up," The leader turned towards it's comrades, "You know where - give our people something to listen to." The signs were laced with meaning.

Something hard hit the Watcher over the head, and then there was black.

. . .

Grian and Pearl were both slumped over the admin couches. When Gem materialized in the center of the room, she could practically see steam pouring out of the technological Prime's ears. Gem had been ready to tell Pearl off for leaving her alone to deal with her first meeting but she thought better of it.

The Prime of nature ran through a mental list of tasks that needed to be completed. She wished she could be more useful - but Pearl had denied Gem's requests for more work. Gem often ended up doing far less than she had when she was a level eight admin.

It didn't help that the Primes had been banned from Hermitcraft. Well, Gem had.

Grian and Pearl would've if Doc knew. Xisuma could've got Grian banned if he'd wanted to. Mumbo was the only reason the Hermitcraft admin was still putting up with Grian's (very rare) presence on the server. Pearl's primeship was still unknown. She had insisted (against Grian and Gem's wishes) that she shift when she was on the server before she'd joined. Gem and Grian had initially both rolled their eyes, but they certainly weren't now.

While Gem could understand why she was banned, it didn't mean that she wasn't upset. Hermitcraft had been her home ever since Xisuma had taken her on, and losing hermitcraft felt like losing a bit of herself.

So Gem had thrown herself into her admin duties. Her very, very few admin duties. (Seriously, what did a Nature Prime EVEN DO!?!?). Gem had always dreamt of being physical Prime. Physical Prime got stuff done. They leaped around and ka-RA-teyed all the bad away.

Gem didn't ka-Ra-tey anything away. Except her server, and her friends apparently.

"Hey, are you good?"

Gem ka-Ra-teyed Grian in the face.

"OW."

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." Gem mumbled, her face turning red. "I'm great," The nature Prime smoothed her dress, her composure swiftly returned.

"Look, I know the whole Hermitcraft fiasco is hard for you. I'll get you back in, just give me and Pearl a little time." Grian sighed, massaging his temples.

"I'm fine, I promise." Gem smiled.

"The sky says something different." Grian smirked, pointing at the glass ceiling.

Stupid glass ceiling. Gem scowled. The sky thundered.

"Don't worry. I think the sky's the most sensitive to you." Grian reassured the new Prime.

"What do you mean?"

"I have no clue what I mean ninety-nine percent of the time." Grian shrugged, "Nature. Sky. Nature. Sky." Grian's hands flicked back and forth, illustrating his point. "I just think it responds to you a lot more... accurately? All Pearl and I have to do is think brighter thoughts and we can usually trick the sky pretty easily. You're always happy, but the clouds stay gray."

"Ever think it might not be me, then?" Gem snapped. The sky thundered again. Gem hissed.

"Look... I'm not saying this to upset you. I'm trying to encourage you. All I'm saying is Pearl and I have been through a lot before you, and the sky doesn't just storm like this for nothing. I know her, and the sky only got this gray when she was dying. And I know I'm not doing this." Grian grinned. "So unless you're suggesting Scar's the reason the sky hasn't cleared up in over a month-" Grian waved, laughing.

"Okay, I get your point." Gem grumbled. Grian had a point - the weather was never this bad before she'd joined. So she had to be the problem. I'm the problem. Gem winced. The wind picked up, and rain started pelting down.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah..." Grian backed up. He looked worried. That was Gem's fault, too. The sky began to churn round and round.

"I'm fine, really." Gem smiled, "Do you wanna help me water my babies?" The nature Prime giggled, picking up a plant. The sky didn't change.

"See. That's what I'm saying. Gem... I think we need to sedate you."

"WHAAAT!?" Gem screamed. There was a glass breaking noise. Then another. Then another. The wind howled, and lightning struck the ground. Then there was hail. The balls of ice ricocheted off the window. Then there was silence.

Because Gem was out cold. 

Grian didn't know how it had escalated so quickly. Something was wrong in the balance. Ever since the Watchers were pretty much wiped out Minecraftia had been completely out of wack. It wasn't Gem's fault. She hadn't even tried. And yet... does this make Niaya as powerful as Notch?

Grian didn't like that question. HE was the powerful one. If something bad happened, he could stop whatever it was. He trusted himself. But if Niaya turned against the admins... for the first time ever, Grian didn't trust the people he loved the most. And that was an issue. A big one. 

A/N: Dude what is this. I've never planned my books, I've always surprised myself. Because I genuinely write like I'm reading a story. The plot twists shock me. I don't like this chapter.