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Watcher One

Fandom: Grian/Hermitcraft 

Grian Centric 

⚠️Warnings/AU⚠️

Parrot Avian Grian

Xelqua Grian

Xisuma's God is Xel

Hiding Emotions

False understanding of basic moral things

Grian Be ✨Trauma✨

Triggers?

Fun fact; Did you know when describing a male's hair color it is spelt, 'blond' tho for a female it is 'blonde'? What is the point???????

A parrot hybrid with vibrant red, yellow, and blue feathers, flew gracefully through the high altitudes of the world. His short, light, brunette-blond hair swayed with a rhythmic pattern.

The breeze felt nice as it rushed past him, his void like eyes filled with peacefulness and glee. He slowed down as he approached an astonishing sight of rocks that seemed to float, bridges connecting them together to reveal a magical build. The avian sighed, landing on the highest rock and smiling as he sat down, on arm placed on his bent knee, his hand hanging off, the other arm behind him, keeping him from falling back, his left leg was sitting straight.

The man watched as the sun rises causing a gorgeous sight. The man was on his third week and 4th day running on no sleep, although that amount of sleepless nights was nothing in his opinion, seeing as when entities that claimed to be deities had made him one of them, he hadn't slept until he successfully escaped... He was there for 1 year and a half...

(Grian's POV)

I had jinxed myself when I thought that only a watcher could ruin the sight, now I am staring blankly at my communicator that had an alert, it read;

!¡SERVER ALERT¡! : A Watcher has infiltrated the system, please meet up in the server code room for farther instructions

When I finally finished processing what it said which took a second, I was enraged, furious infact, I decided to defy the server, which, I wouldn't have done if I been in the wrong mind or slept.

I work in a unique way, the consequences of my dead sleep schedule I have had since I was 8, you see, if I sleep, I will not think straight, I am more alert if I stay awake through the night, I knew that I was powerful enough to defeat this watcher if I tried, meaning I could save the Hermits from facing the same fate my server had experienced.

"ᔑ⎓ℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷||ℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ ╎ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸ᒷ⎓ᒷᔑℸ ̣ , ᒲ|| ᓵ𝙹ᔑℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᒲᔑ╎リᓭ, ʖ∷╎リ⊣ ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᒲᒷ, ᔑリ↸ ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ᒲᒷ ⎓╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ 𝙹リ," I chant, casting a spell that summons my runaway watcher coat.

My coat appeared on my shoulders, the magic I had encased into a mental lock pulsed through my veins, my eyes were glowing a vibrant yellow and my pupils became purple, soon enough I was Xelqua once more.