"Ngh.." You groaned, trying to sit up. Your body wouldn't listen, so you tried again. To no avail. Your head felt like someone was pounding it with a sledgehammer, and your side was on fire. Wait... what? 

You opened your eyes, but cried out in pain as the light from wherever you were stabbed your eyeballs and the pounding in your head increased to the point you thought you would pass out again. You resentfully closed your eyes and gave up trying to move. Your brain raced with thoughts, questions. Where am I? How am I even alive?? 

You remembered blacking out in the snow,  bleeding from an arrow shot to your side. You were running away from something, as far as you could remember, although your memory was a little foggy.

It all came flooding back. L'Manburg, your trial, your execution, your escape...

Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the opening and closing of a door, the heavy paw steps of a large animal, and the sudden sensation of hot breath on your face. Something large and furry was snuffling your face. You tried to cringe away from it, but that didn't seem to faze it. "Hey, Steve, cut that out. Leave them alone." A deep masculine voice chuckled. You opened an eye that was furthest from "Steve" and held back a yelp. 

There was a polar bear sniffing you.

You tensed up and closed your eye again, hoping it would go away. You heard a slight scuffle, and a disappointed rumble as the polar bear was pulled away from you. "C'mon Steve, leave them alone!" The same voice said, in a slightly more annoyed tone. You detected a hint of panic, but you might have been mistaken.

You opened your eye the meagerest of fractions, and marveled in the sight that befell you.

A large humanoid was pulling the polar bear back by a lead, trying to tie it just outside of the door. "Steven, really, you know you're too big to be in here, you have to go outside. Plus, you'll get too warm in here..." The man grunted with effort as he pushed the polar bear towards the door.

Taking your opportunity, you opened your eyes fully. The man who was pushing the polar bear was the strangest looking person you had ever seen, and you were friends with Ranboo, who was half Enderman! Not that he looked weird or anything. 

Something muttered darkly in the back of your mind "used to be friends with" .

This man though seemed to be part Piglin, from your pathetic amount of knowledge about them. He had two tusks projecting from his lower jaw. The rest of his teeth were fairly normal looking, maybe a little sharper than normal. He had pink skin, which from what you could see was slightly furry in some places, like on his ears. His ears! They were pointed, but more animalistic than human, different from the standard "pointed elf ears". He had short darker pink hair, which was tied into a short braid in the back. He had a tail protruding from his lower back that had a sort of silky-looking fluff on the end (very similar to Ranboo's).

He was fairly wide-shouldered and muscular, from what you could tell, (as he was pushing a polar bear...), also quite handsome, you had to admit. Not that you were extremely attracted to him or anything, it was just that you could recognize when someone was good-looking. He was wearing a red cloak with white trim, and a white shirt with a puffy collar, as well as high waisted black pants. He had a golden crown atop his head, adorned with different coloured gemstones. He looked like royalty, although taking a quick glace around at his unorganized, common-looking house, you decided otherwise.

After about a minute of struggling, he finally managed to push the polar bear out of the door. He closed the door quickly, and sighed loudly. "Yes I know, I'm sorry but Steve can't stay in the house, he's just getting too big!" The man said aloud, but to whom you had no idea. It seemed as though he was talking to himself. Suddenly he turned to look at you.

Your eyes met and you immediately panicked. His red eyes widened in surprise. "How long have you been awake?" His left ear twitched, and you noticed it was decorated with a single golden hoop earring. 

"Uh, well.. um.. I.." You mumbled, unable to find the words. Your throat hurt, and you coughed a few times before looking back up to meet the man's eyes. "Just woke up..." You muttered quietly. The man huffed though his nose. Then he turned to open a chest and began to search through it for something.

"So where am I?" You asked, and he stopped looking in the chest and turned to blink at you.

"In a house, obviously" He said, the ghost of a smile on his face. You sat up and rolled your eyes at him. The action of sitting up really hurt your side, but you ignored it. Your eyes travelled around the room, not really looking at anything in particular.
"No but really, I was dead, and now I'm here... is this heaven?" You tilted your head slightly to give him a sideways glace.

The man chuckled and turned back to looking through the chest.
"Far from it." 

You both were silent for a moment, only the rustling noise of the man digging through the chest was to be heard.

"I found you bleeding in the snow." The man said suddenly, and you turned to look at him. "And well, I couldn't have you dying on my property, it would lower the estate value." He smiled, but didn't look up from the chest. You contemplated saying something witty back, but the only thing that came to your mind was guilt.
"Sorry..." you mumbled.

The man flicked his ear again. "I didn't know it was your property, otherwise I would have found somewhere else to die." The man let a slightly harder-than-normal breath out of his nose. "Don't blame you, almost know one knows I'm here."
You blinked at him. You tilted your head, expecting him to continue, but he was distracted by whatever he had found in the chest. "Ah! Here it is..." He seemed to have found what he was looking for. You leaned forward to get a better look at what he was holding. 

He held up a book and waved it triumphantly. "Sugarcane is hard to get here." He nodded matter-of-factly, probably expecting you to know what he meant. Which you didn't...

"Be back in a bit, don't die while I'm away, and don't get any ideas..." He glared suspiciously at you. "Alright... I'll try my best not to..." You grumbled sarcastically.  The man was already gone. 

You sighed and lay back down, your hand instinctively reaching up to rest on your side, which hurt a lot. You glanced down at it. Your entire torso was wrapped in bandages, and the part where you had been shot had a small red patch. 

You looked back up at the ceiling, sighing again. 

Your mind flickered to places you didn't want it to go.

"She's getting away! Stop her! She must pay for what she has done!"

Breath heavy, tears streaming down your face. The poundings of your heart in your chest.

Suddenly, a thwack, and an arrow was lodged in your side. Where it came from, you had no idea. You cried out in pain, stumbling.

Hands closed around your neck, stopping your advances. Suddenly the gleam of diamond caught your eye and you froze.

"If you move, I'll slice your neck open" A familiar voice hissed in your ear.

"Weren't you going to do that anyway?" You hissed back angrily at your attacker.

You felt them hesitate and took the chance to quickly knock the sword out of their hand.

"Hey!" The Siamese cat yowled, now weaponless. Without bothering to pick up Antfrost's sword, you ran. "YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THEM!!" Ant roared, his anger flaring up again.

You could understand why, someone had killed all of his animals. 

Someone who hadn't been you.

You train of thought was derailed by a certain hybrid coming back in through the door. He turned to look at you. You looked back at him. "How are you feeling?" He asked. 

"Fine"  You mumbled, looking back up at the ceiling.

"Fine enough to eat dinner?"

You turned your head at the prospect of food. "Yeah" You said, and the man eyed you warily.

"C'mon then."

You stood up slowly and watched him walk into another room. You realized you really knew nothing about this man, not his name, if he really was half piglin, etc. 

He had saved your life though, and he seemed very wary of you.

"My name is Y/N" You announced, tentatively following him into what was apparently a kitchen and dining room mashed into one. He turned and looked at you from his spot standing in front of an open cabinet that seemed to contain food. "Pleasure to meet you." You looked at him expectantly, ready for him to tell you his name. He just turned back to what you assumed was a pantry.

There was a pause. 

"Am I not allowed to know the name of savior?" You joked, carefully sitting down at the table.

 The man brought over two small loaves of bread and smoked fish, handing you your share, he sat at the opposite end of the table. 

"Technoblade."