Xelqua (or Grian to the hermits) isn't sure what he is. He's always hidden from Minecraftia, hidden behind various masks and hoods. If the full truth about the mysterious prime admin were to be revealed the entire world would face catastrophic consequences. As the watchers rise to prevail over the admins, and Minecraftia is thrown into dark turmoil, Grian will have to make a choice. A choice that could destroy the entire world along with all his friends. The Higher Powers are Grian's only chance to save Minecraftia. Only to find their descendants, Grian will have to journey through ancient servers with his fellow hermits and keep his identity secret. Truths are revealed. Promises are broken. And a web of lies threatens to be destroyed forever. "Did I have a choice?" Grian pleaded, "You always had a choice," Xisuma whispered. #1 In MumboJumbo #1 In Watchers #1 In Admins #2 In HermitcraftAU #28 In Grian -Entered in 2022 Watty Awards -A Grian Hermitcraft-Evo-Watcher Crossover AU -Heavily inspired & some plot points are taken from @Ariyaquila

Art isn't mine Grian is an exceptional news reporter, known for his sharp eye and fearless storytelling. His work takes him across the country-and sometimes the world-uncovering hidden truths, reporting from the heart of major events, and bringing stories to life with his engaging style. Whether investigating corruption, covering breaking news, or capturing the human side of a crisis, he always finds himself in the middle of the action. But when he takes a job in Hermit City, intending to settle into a quieter routine, he quickly realizes that the news never sleeps. As he dives into local stories, his keen instincts lead him to something-or someone-far more intriguing than he ever expected. And in a city where secrets lurk just beneath the surface, being an exceptional journalist might make him a target.

Grian is the most feared assassin known for his ability to kill swiftly and quietly. Hiding away, he holds a grudge against the King and anyone with power of unknown reasons. After an failed assassination attempt and a small look into the kingdom's history a few people start to wonder who the assassin really is. And even fewer wonder if they used to know the feared assassin. Only if they could capture him would all their questions answered. Right? Completed May 4th, 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is this my first hermitcraft fanfiction? Yes. Will everyone be ooc? Yep. Is there a copious amount of plot holes and weird writing? Yea Do I know what I'm doing? Absolutely not. I will add tags as the story goes. Enjoy!

Xisuma was desperate. His server was in chaos, and the moon loomed larger each night. In a last-ditch effort, he sought help from the Watchers. They offered a solution, but at a steep price. Every few months, Xisuma had to endure "the Pit," a brutal arena where Watchers fought each other to the death. They didn't transform him into one of their own, but the horrors he witnessed there were more than enough. Time seemed to stand still during these fights, as if the universe itself recoiled from the violence. Blood stained the ground, and the Watchers' screams echoed in his mind long after the battles ended. The once-unflappable Xisuma grew increasingly nauseous at the sight of blood, a stark contrast to his former self. His players began to notice the change-he roamed the server at night, avoiding the daylight as if it burned him. One night, during another grim visit to the Pit, Xisuma's heart froze. Among the combatants, he saw his brother, fighting desperately. Bound by the Watchers' rules, Xisuma couldn't intervene as his brother was brutally beaten. Left barely alive, his brother was handed over to Xisuma, who carried him home, his mind reeling with horror and guilt. But something was different this time. As Xisuma trudged back, burdened by his brother's limp form, he sensed he was not alone. Shadows flitted at the edge of his vision, and a chill ran down his spine. Someone was following him, and the oppressive feeling of dread grew with each step. He knew he had to uncover the identity of his pursuer, even if it meant delving deeper into the darkness that was slowly consuming him and his world.