(Grian POV:)
I was out at night, looking up at the stars. I find myself thinking about Evo, and when I became a Watcher. I look at the moon and sigh. I miss them, but I like it here in HermitCraft. I get up to go back to my base, but I see something move in the darkness. I look behind me, nothing. I look back in front of me, and my heart stops. It was a girl. Her hair, black as night, framed her pale skinned face and spilled out over her shoulders, and she wore a long sleeved dress that was mainly black, as black as the Ender Dragon. The dress itself was a High-low dress, (A dress where the back is longer than the front, and the front typically shows the legs.) and the hemming of the dress was a Nether portal purple. She had no shoes, but that only added to the look. Oh, and did I mention the bat-like wings on her back? They were nearly as dark as the sky above, and had a strange purplish tint to the edges of them. And her eyes... her eyes were a purple so beautiful, so entrancing, yet so startling, that they could probably make even the Enderdragon follow her commands. And she looked so... familiar. And then I realized. I've only met one group of people with such purple eyes. She was a Watcher. And not just any Watcher, either. I've met her before. And she was Myria, the Watcher Princess. "Myria!!!" I called out, and her eyes seemed to focus on me. Her eyes widened, and suddenly, she was by my side. "Grian?! Oh, thank goodness it's you!! The others said I was going to someone who had left, but I didn't think it was you!!" She said, and I raised a hand to stop her. "Why in the world are you here?! You're supposed to be with the others! What happened? Did they get attacked? Are you okay?" I ask, and she just laughs at me. "No, Grian. They said that I would need to learn about the world I was to look after, and decided the best way to do that is to send me down here, and have a Former watch over me. I can't believe it was you though!!" She explains, and hugs me. I smile, and relief flows through me. "Well, if you're going to be staying with me, I should take you to the base!" I say, and I use my elytra, and shoot off into the sky, holding her by the arm. She laughs, and spreads her wings, catching the wind, and I let go of her so she can fly on her own. We fly side by side, and we finally reach the base.
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But that was Months ago.

(Author's Note: It's 11:03 at night, and I don't know why I'm still awake. I hate having insomnia. Oh well, have a nice Night, Pups!)

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