"But," he started, tilting the player's chin up with the tip of his sword. "Every ruler has their downfall eventually." The Watcher smirked at the player, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "While that may be true, we don't rule." The player leaned back, kicking the sword out of his face and, faster than the blink of an eye, held the Watcher at bow-point. "We protect." The Hermits are not my characters. Set in Season VII. As the title and cover says, 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. When the writing feather got bored, she rewrote her first official book ever. (plz dont look at it)

"It takes courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more so to stand up to your friends." In a world that rejects anything that is different, there is a small group of people called The Shapeshifters. Their genetics have mutated to allow them to morph into one specific animal, with a few exceptions. This group has hidden themselves away in The Sanctuary, rescuing any other Shapeshifters from the people who swore to eliminate them. However, things change when Ollie is rescued, and they realize there is more to the situation than they first thought. This is family friendly, ages 8+. There is mild blood and violence. Some content may not be suitable for young children. There is no swearing. Enjoy, Buurn