[DISCONTINUED] The Strings of Time

hhh screw last-minute editing, take this trash before i regret it

"Watchers?" Xisuma thought to himself as he scurried down the hall, making his way back to the server hub. "Wasn't Grian a Watcher...?"

Xisuma turned a corner, getting closer to his destination. His footsteps echoed down the halls, the sunlight shining through the windows softly as he passed. He quickened his pace, checking his communicator on his wrist and noticing that it was almost time to meet up with Grian. His blue tier Caerules robes flowing behind him with every step he took.

He entered the server hub and noticed an unfamiliar figure standing in the middle of the room, their red sweater scrunched up past his elbows. They looked up from their communicator that was strapped to their wrist, tapping their foot gently against the cold floor.

"Hey! You're Xisumavoid, admin of Hermitcraft right?" He inquired, rocking slightly back and forth on his ankles, his communicator turning off as he moved his wrist down. Xisuma nodded, his eyes widening slightly as the voice registered into his brain. It sounded awfully familiar...

Xisuma's foot accidentally caught too much friction, refusing to leave the ground, causing the Admin to lose balance and fall face-first into the quartz floor. He groaned, face turning red with embarrassment as he sat up quickly.

Way to go for first expressions, Xisuma. He mentally scolded himself.

"I'm Grian! Nice to meet you." The sandy-haired male exclaimed, letting out a small chuckle as he extended his hand for Xisuma to take. The latter muttered a "Hi" in response as he took Grian's hand. He hauled himself up, brushing off any specs of dirt on his armor before leading Grian over to the portal.

"Yeah, I'm Xisumavoid! But just call me Xisuma or X. He sheepishly chuckled. "Sorry 'bout that fall, I wasn't expecting you to be this early.

"Well, let's not waste any time!" He gestured for Grian to enter the portal. "When you enter the portal, you'll be alone on the season 6 server at first as I have to go back to the season 5 server to open the portal for the rest of the hermits. People will begin to trickle in about a minute or two after you arrive on the server.

"Be careful though, going through portals isn't the best experience," Xisuma warned in a playful tone, purple particles swarming around him as he entered the portal. Within the blink of an eye, he poofed away onto Hermitcraft.

The second Xisuma disappeared from his view, Grian let out a breath that he didn't know he was keeping in. He double-checked that all his admin magic was squashed down into almost nothing, his wings were hidden away as they only appeared whenever he was in the mood for it.

 He didn't need to reveal his identity anytime soon, nor does he want to. He's kept it a secret for nearly ten years, so why expose it now?

Grian cautiously took a step towards the portal, hesitating before entering the portal fully, allowing the transparent purple veil to surround him entirely. The last time he'd been on a SMP server was on Evolution, which was a while ago back in the days of Minecraft Beta. Ah, the days of non-stackable food and sleepless nights.

He stepped out of the portal, finding himself in a grassy clearing just outside of a small forest. The portal behind him vanished, leaving behind nothing but some stray purple swirls. The wind breezed by, the smell of fresh air taking over his senses. Sure he had been out of the Admin HQ on some servers, playing bedwars and such, but it just wasn't the same as going on a fresh new world.

Grian took a deep breath, relaxing the tension in his body. He had just a few seconds to compose himself before another portal appeared, players jumping out left, right, and center.