(apologies for the horrible chapter names and the horrendous ways i number them in all my books.)

All was quiet in the Admin HeadQuarters infirmary. Sunlight streamed through the bay windows, casting light on the potions that lined the shelves against the wall. The curtains around most of the beds were open, revealing clean white sheets that lay ready for the next admin.

Breaking the silence, Grian heaved a sigh as he slowly swung his legs over the side of the white hospital bed. The medic laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving the small player a reassuring squeeze. Grian's shoulders dropped, his hands falling to his lap.

"Alright there, Prime Admin?" The medic said in a quiet voice. Grian nodded silently, staring at his palms. They were a slight shade darker than their usual, but otherwise unnoticeable. The medic stared at the clipboard, her eyes scanning the words.

"No one can know," Grian muttered, slowly opening and closing his hands. The medic nodded, checking a box off with her quill. She adjusted the glasses that sat on her nose, then moved to flatten her white uniform.

"Like always," the medic said, examining the burn on Grian's chin. It had faded away with the healing potions she had given him earlier. "Everything should be healed now." She checked another box off with the scratch of the quill. Grian brought a hand to his forehead as she wrote; among other things, the Watchers had thrown him into a table when they captured him. Thankfully, it was less than a day ago.

"Am I allowed to leave?" Grian asked. The medic nodded with a slight smile on her face. She turned away at Grian's nod of thanks, leaving him in silence.

On the bedside table was Grian's uniform. A white combat robe with golden hems that is always in pristine condition. On the left arm was a sewn-in patch that said 'Prime Admin', on the other arm a patch that says 'Protector of Minecraft'.

The admin slipped the robes over his red sweatshirt and grey jeans, making sure any part that could give him away was hidden. Grian pulled the hood over his head; the only part of his face you could see was his chin.

He grabbed his glasses and quickly put them on. In his vision, golden holographic screens popped up in front of him. Numbers lined the edges, not unlike bringing the stats up in a world. The numbers showed stats for all of Minecraft. Faint lines showed where players and entities were... among other complicated things. It would also help Grian see through the thick hood.

Standing up, he approached the door with a slight limp. Grian pushed the double doors open and briskly walked away.

Any admin that lingered in the halls bowed as Grian passed them. In response, the Prime Admin nodded to them as he continued on his way.

Grian made his way through the halls, his feet on autopilot. He's been on this route over a thousand times, and would probably be able to do it in his sleep.

Eventually, he found himself in the high rank halls, where very few admins lurked around. Argentum admins, the second highest rank, were scarce, as there were only a few in minecraft anyway. More Purpura admins littered the halls, but once again, barely, since they're just a level lower than Argentum. Blakkaz admins were the lowest rank allowed here, but most were in their servers.

After arriving at a specific room, Grian raised his hand to the door, unlocking it with just a touch. He pushed the room open, flooding the dark hall with sunlight that came from the windows.

The room was lined with bookshelves with a large chandelier hanging in the center of the room. It was fastened to the ceiling with magic, making it impossible to fall. A circular red carpet lay in the center, a golden ring inside of it. A large window overlooked the land under the HeadQuarters, the stunning sunset casting orange and purple shadows across the rolling hills.

One other person was in the room, working at the desk and managing Minecraft to the best of her ability.

Libra Skyward, the other Prime Admin who takes care of the technical side of Minecraft. Grian, on the other hand, takes care of the physical side. The state of Minecraft depends on him more than it does on Libra.

Libra was steadily clicking away at her laptop, managing Minecraft and quickly taking care of the issues that popped up. Other golden holographic panels hovered around her, but she paid no attention to them. Multiple books on her dark oak wood desk laid open and stacked, and she referred to them every once in a while.

Grian sat on the chair in front of her desk, crossing his ankle over his leg. He sat back and rubbed his ankle, releasing an exhausted breath. Libra directed her gaze to him, arching a single eyebrow his way as Grian pulled the hood away. He ruffled his hair, making it stick up more than it already does.

"You're back," she said as she sat back in her chair. "I was getting worried, the sky started to flicker." Grian nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"The Prime Watcher might have captured me somehow... still not sure how, but he did," Grian said in an even tone. At Libra's stare, he added, "No magic used, he doesn't know I'm Prime."

"Good decision, Xel," Libra praised before turning back to her computer. "Had you used the magic, he would've known."

"The burns on his skin were golden." Grian commented, picking at his nails. Libra nodded and swiped on one of the holographic screens, and it faded away with a shower of golden sparkles.

"Should have been. The color of the highest ranking admin or Watcher ends up as a burn on the other's skin." She pushed a book away, flicking her wrist and sending it to one of the many bookshelves.

"Ah. The more you know," Grian mused to himself. They sat in silence for a moment. "Any progress with the identities?" Libra shook her head, her nails clicking on the keyboard.

"Unfortunately, no," she started. "It's like the Prime Watcher erased his name from existence. Our sources are trying their hardest, but to no avail. You should be fine as long as you keep your main name hidden. No one should be able to trace Xelqua back to you." Grian hummed, a faint trace of a smirk on his face. Sitting forwards, he rested his head in his hands that were propped up on his knees.

"In that case, I still say we call the Prime Watcher Kyle or something like that."

"That's so stupid-"

"Exactly," Grian said as Libra ran a sleeve across her face. He hadn't noticed it before, but Libra had slight bags under her eyes. The Prime Admin gave him no time to ask. Libra rubbed her eyes and closed her laptop, all the holographic screens fading away.

"Whatever you want to do." She had dealt with his insistent suggestions with that name for so long she didn't care anymore. "Remember, the annual admin meeting is in a few days. Come back t-"

"-The day before so we can prepare and rehearse," Grian monotoned with a sigh, putting his hand to his forehead. Libra nodded, standing up. Grian stood with her, turning away as she quickly organized her desk.

"Now, go do something better than injuring yourself, we can't afford another massive glitch like last time," Libra said, not unkindly, robes twirling as she walked into the living quarters. Shortly after, a door clicked shut, leaving Grian alone in the Prime Admin office.

Slipping his glasses into the back of his inventory, Grian stepped towards a portal frame. He put his hand on the pad, pulling the Hermitcraft server up.

The portal flashed a bright yellow, before settling to a pastel orange color. Grian took his uniform off and neatly put it into the ender chest near the portal. No one would be able to find it, and Grian made sure of it.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and releasing it slowly. He squashed down the Prime Admin magic almost to nothing, not wanting to take any chances of hurting his fellow Hermits. Grian prepared himself for player interaction and got himself in his public persona. Just a normal player, bad at PvP, a known builder, and a mischievous gremlin that flies all over the place.

The change could have been described as instantaneous.

Grian- just Grian, no obvious trace of an admin in him- stepped into the portal, as grin splitting his face as he planned the next shenanigans he would pull on Hermitcraft.

(other youtubers and known admins will make their way in here eventually, including some that werent in the original, but im still going to try to focus on the hermitcraft characters [lol sometimes i get carried away] gn guys)