Willow's book of random

Watching Death

The watchers weren't always bad. Back in the day they used to focus on how magic can be used for good towards normals. Those were fun times.

I still remember meeting the other hermits. Most of us are 12th generation Watchers, although Xisuma and TFC are 11th generation. All of us were put in the same training group, with them as our mentors. We quickly formed a bond, and when we were all initiated, we formed a quild, and called ourselves "The Hermits".

Over time, we realised that most of us, if not all, were a lot stronger magic-wise than the other Watchers. We decided to keep this discovery a secret, since it could possibly be used against us. Little did we know that it would be the only thing keeping us safe.

When the 14th generation was done with their initiation, a splinter faction rose up. They believed that our magic should be used for our own gain, and that the Watcher council should rule over the entirety of Minecraft, and not just over the Watcher Realm. Many Watchers, especially those from the younger generations, agreed with their twisted ideas, and together they formed a rebellion strong enough to overthrow the Council, and become the new rulers.

Many quilds, including our own, were against their rule, and tried to rebel against it. It failed, and the corrupt decided that we should be banished for our crimes. We were cast out into the hub, unable to re-enter the Watcher Realm. For years we lived in the forest outside the main city, visiting the hub each day to meet some of the other Minecrafters, while keeping our ex-Watcher status a secret.

One day, Xisuma revealed to us that he has managed to open a server for us, and that he thinks we should move in there as soon as possible. He called the place "Hermitcraft".

Moving in there was wonderful. We had more freedom than we could ever dream of. There was no need to hide our magic anymore, and we could finally use it at its fullest without having to worry about being caught.

Everything was fine, until some time about 10 years ago. After 20 years of living in secrecy, the Corrupt found out about ourserver, which, at the time, was one of the few places not under Watcher rule. They launched a surprise attack on us while all of us were together in the town hall for a monthly meeting. They only sent about 30 normal Watchers, probably believing that we were weaklings or would easily give in.

When they blew up the town hall, we were disoriented for a bit, then quickly realised what was happening. We fought them, taking them out one by one. Soon, only 5 were left. By that time we were all hurt and tired. They were just about to kill us, when someone sneaked up behind them and blasted the Lead Watcher through their chest. The confusion gave us enough to kill the last 4, ridding our server of the Watcher's force.

I looked up to see who came to our rescue, and I saw Taurtis standing there, blood on his shirt and hands. I ran up to him and gave him a hug. He was shaking, and as soon as I put my ams around him, he just held on to me as if his life depended on it, which it probably did. His breathing was very weak, which filled me with fear. I sat down and pulled him onto my lap. He pulled up his shirt and showed me the stab wound, big enough to be fatal. He pulled himself back up with the last bit of strength he had left, and held onto me until he took his last breath.

We held a funeral for him 3 days later. It was held in a beautiful flower forest, and afterwards me and Scar decorated the are with things he loved. Since then, I visited the area regularly.

We never knew how he knew that we were in danger, or why he came. All I know is that, in our eyes, he is a hero.