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Chapter 2

'Despite being vastly powerful beings The Watchers are a peaceful race only taking actions to fight if they are in danger. They help worlds through updates. Many players fear them for taking their own, but they do not always realize that players are taken for their safety.

In worlds that allow players to respawn occasionally will fail and permanent death will happen. If a Watcher sees this happening to a player they will pull them from their world and place them in another. If a player can't be saved he will join the Wachters, slowly becoming one.

Many Watchers despite looking rather unusual started off as normal players, the magic that the Watchers are exposed to has form altering capacity. For example all Watchers have wings, are tall measuring at about 8 feet tall. Some of the Watchers end up with tails, extra eyes and in rare cases arms.

In some of the extreme cases such as my partner Rowan who has six eyes and our apprentice Grian who has been with us for almost a year now and has yet to grow his wings or get over 5'4. The elders have allowed us to send him to the world that we are assigned to, this way he isn't alone and has others to talk to. Think of this as a training assignment.

Watchers that are not quite ready to help with world updates still look like normal players.It should only take a few months for them to be ready. They might have some feather quills on their backs before they start preparing for their passage rights that allow them to influence worlds, but there is very little difference until then.

The passage challenges begin once the wings begin to grow in. The challenges can be anything from updating a world to a flight course. The challenge depends on the job you've been given. We work in teams of three, the Scribe who writes down the goings on in the world and in the watcher base. The scout who goes into the world to help influence them from the inside, they also are responsible for making the watchtowers, and finally the updater who as the name implies guides the world through the updates and is the 'leader' who takes responsibility for the others in the team.

I hope that this has given vital information to new Watchers who don't know what is going on quite yet.'

- The Scribe, Tilor.

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"Grian, when you leave for your assignment know you can contact us for help at any given time. If you need help with anything call us," Rowan says helping Grian up onto a chair that he can't reach.

"Still tiny as ever," Tilor says setting his notebook down on the table.

At this remark Grian let's out an offended scoff. "Is not my fault that I'm short, and that you two are taller than most Watchers,"

"Point taken, little bird," Tilor teases. "It is time for you to leave on your mission. Rowan is right if you need anything at all tell us,"

"I will I promise."

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Grian: Rowan, no one is here.

Rowan: give it a few minutes.

A few minutes after messaging Rowan a portal appears and a crowd of people run out.

"Hey, Xisuma someone's already here," Someone, a red creeper? Calls out to a man in a turtle costume.

"Hello, I'm Xisuma. What's your name? I'm terribly sorry to have intruded into you world,"

"Oh, I'm Grian and there is no intrusion. I just got here, also where is here?"

"Well Grian this is hermitcraft,"