When a shadow monster who's power is said to be myth meets a group of traumatized young adults who call themselves " The hermits " What could go wrong? / This was and technically still is my first book so a lot of experimenting has gone into it / Constructive criticism is always welcome / I suck at descriptions I'm sorry

MaGiC sUcKs ~Yes, this is another Watcher/Hermitcraft story. ~No, there is no shipping. Set during Season 6 because this story came out two days after Season 7. -I only own the people with the weird names. (Not Xelqua.) This is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. -Book cover made on Desygner, background found by searching "old book cover backgrounds"

In the world of Minecraft, there are two beings that have powers. They are the Admins and Watchers, known as the universe's arms. Both disagreeing with what the other did to help, and violence was the way they chose to carry it out. That was years ago, it was brought to an end by four that the universe trusted, they were called Primals, having extraordinary powers. Now, trouble is brewing, the Watchers has captured an Admin, more specifically, a Primal Admin. What would happen when he escapes? How far are the Watchers willing to go for the experiment they are having? Will the Primals finally stop the conflict between the two sides? Do all the Primals have good intentions? Or do they mask the malicious intent they have? Could someone behind the scenes be pulling strings? == Cover Drawn and Edited by me, hope you enjoy this story! ~Yes another Watcher & Admin AU ~Why are you reading this horribly written story ~I need sleep ~My head hurts again AAAAA (No worries, I'm oki) ~Sorry in advance for the terrible plot

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me

In a world where all magic is outlawed, finding a magic user is a hard thing to do. Being one is so much harder, with authorities who would hunt you down untill they kill you and no-one you can trust, how could a magic user hope to survive? Hermitcraft is a hidden safe-space, where magic users can hide from the authorities, the outside world, in a family of other magic users, but it's impossible to find without being brought there, so many magic users could never hope for salvation, since they don't know it exists. ((Bad at descriptions))