I really just wanted to play around with this world, might write a sequel?

"Is everyone here aware of the Watcher-Mortal Treaty of the Second Era?"

Most people shook their head, and I sighed. The only ones who seemed to know about the Treaty were Cleo, Wels, and Joe, because of course. "Alright. So hundreds of years ago we discovered a group of, well, they were sort of like gods. They were called the Watchers, and they dwelled and still dwell in a dimension called the Downside Up, we call it the Void.

"While we had just found out about them, the Watchers had already known of our existence; they were essentially stalking the servers since before the Hub was created. This naturally made the players and admins angry, so we went to war. It was supposedly the most destructive and disastrous thing to ever strike the servers, and we couldn't even get into the Downside Up, so there was no chance of defeating the Watchers.

"So, desperate, a group of admins went and managed to agree to draft a treaty with the Watchers. The treaty stated Watchers weren't allowed to meddle with the 'mortals'' affairs, only watch over them, guiding them through updates, unless the server had been claimed by the Watchers, which happens once every few years. A server is only claimed if the Watchers spot a worthy candidate of becoming one of them, and that candidate and the other members of the server are put through tests to determine their worthiness."

"Okay, but why are you telling us about this stuff?" Scar asked, confused.

"I'm getting there," I told him. "Anyways, another part of the treaty was that there had to be at least one Watcher in every server, once the population was large enough. The Watcher could either play God or play Mortal. By playing God, they would be silently watching over the world, occasionally changing a few things in the server. By playing Mortal, they would be able to interact with everyone else, the world, and would basically be a player, just with extra powers they are rarely allowed to use."

"And let me guess," Joe butted in, "our server now has enough players for a Watcher to have to come in?"

I nodded, looking over all of the baffled faces in the crowd of Hermits in front of me. "I've been going to a lot of meetings, trying to find a suitable Watcher. And I think I've found him," I finished, grinning, though I guess it was invisible behind my helmet. "He chose to play Mortal. He was only recently inducted into the Watchers, and is still a decent person. Though he was known for exploding everything in sight before.... oh well, he's not as destructive as he used to be, I've met with him. And someone here already knows him."

Everyone looked even more confused, even the person I was referring to. "Um, I think we'd know if we were friends with a Watcher," Mumbo said, completely unaware of the irony in his statement, the irony that would become known later.

I chuckled, turning around to face the unlit portal, the one that would lead us to the next season of Hermitcraft. I grabbed an enchanted pair of flint and steel and lit the portal, which immediately began glowing purple, pulsing with Watcher magic. "To new adventures!" I cried. "And to a new season, to Season Six!"

Everyone cheered behind me, and we all ran into the portal, ready for the Watcher on the other side to transport us to our next season.

And then we were there.

Hills, grass, trees, the sea, everything anew and untampered with.

And the Watcher, the newest Hermit.

Red shirted, blond haired, blue jeaned, with an incredibly nervous expression.

The other Hermits stared at the Watcher, in awe? curiosity? incredulity?

And it was, of course, Mumbo, the new Hermit's best friend already, who spoke first.

"Grian?"