The War of Watchers

Chapter 1

The Watchers, ancient beings who have watched over our worlds since the Creation, who have protected us and given us magical gifts to bring life to our worlds, now prepare for a war like no other. They have watched us grow and create wonders beyond our wildest dreams. They have seen us learn power of our own. But we have dared attempt to understand their magic.

Admins have learned a magic never seen before. They create servers of their own, build with no limit, and now, they delve deeper into the code that holds the very worlds we reside in together. These mortals have done the impossible, alter the way our worlds work. 

The Watchers must stop them before they grow to powerful. They now take our admins away from their home worlds to join the Watchers and help players ...

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Grian threw the article on the bed beside him. 

"They help players! They keep us safe! Yeah, right," he muttered. The amazing Watchers took him away from his home, his family. They ruined his life, all because he knew a few spells.

Grian's grandfather had been one of the people to discover the secrets of magic. He and five others discovered them while trying to update a server without the Watchers' help. They were originally programmers, but had learned a few hacks. Using these advanced programs they managed to access the sever code and alter it, gaining the ability to use commands and open command screens. 

This ability was passed on to their eldest children as soon as they turned sixteen, although a few other individuals were able to figure it out as well. It cost them years of effort and some their sanity, however, so the practice was quickly banned. The only way to lawfully get admin powers was to be given them or born with them. 

Years later the next generation of admins was born. Most just had the ability to alter basic code, but two in particular stood out. Their names were Grian and Xisuma. Each young boy turned sixteen and gained their admin powers, as well as a small tattoo on the back their right forearm. 

Xisuma's "admin mark," as many called it, was a dark brown. It was fairly simple in design, a small line about three inches long that ran along his wrist. When he focused it could glow slightly, but as far as anyone knew it was just there. Grian's was the same size and shape as Xisuma's, but instead of brown it was a bright red-orange. 

These marks were remarkably similar to marks that the Watchers drew power from, and this concerned the ancient beings. Would these new admins be as, if not more powerful than the Watchers themselves? They couldn't let that happen. What if they chose to try and overthrow the Watchers?

To prevent this outcome, the Watchers took these admins away from their severs and forced them to learn Watcher magic. The new Watchers, or Listeners as they liked to call themselves, resented their captors for forcing them to become something they weren't. They escaped and vowed to help the people who lived on the servers they used to be the admins of, but never truly returned home.

This is the story of three boys. Two were the first to ever be born with admin marks, and the third was an innocent child who swore to protect his brother. They were taken from their home and never came back, but they paved the way for future generations of admins. This is the story of the Grian, Xisuma, and Xanthos.