𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚

ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ
ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

Arriving at the village wasn't hard, though it took some time. Considering I was walking the whole way was most likely the reason behind this simple fact.

The towns folk stood around their house gardens, watering the wilting flowers, trying to keep them alive even though the cold has already settled into their roots. They looked at me strangely, me holding the sword tightly in one hand and the teeth tearing my face open farther each I smile or laugh. I didn't do much of either anymore..

I walk through the village, it's quite small, and see a blonde boy riding from the plains on a magnificent creature. The boy rode a beast made of white bones, and dark eyes. He held the reins tightly just by the way his hands looked from my stand point. I'm guessing this is tommy.

He wore a red and white, shortsleeved shirt, with a bandana wrapped around his neck, a small satchel hanging on his side. The beast grew quicker and quicker, running straight to my body. I could see through the creature. It held no organs, no lungs, no muscle, no nothing. Just a bunch of bones forming a horse skeleton.

"Technoblade?" The blonde boy asks when he's in range, an uneasy smile on his face. I nod my head as his eyes travel over my face, to the cloths I'm wearing, to the little to no supplies I'm carrying. He stares a little longer at the crown and the scars on my face.

"You must be Tommy," I say, it wasn't stated as a question, but he takes it as one. He nods his head and holds out his hand, it shook slightly. I do not take it, just simply watch as he retracts his hand slowly, awkwardly. He shifts on the horse, beads of condensation dabbing his forehead.

"Alright, um.." he starts, running his hand through his hair. "Listen, do you want to help me? Do you want to help us?" He asks, going serious. His eyes stare into my half lidded ones. Honestly, I came all the way out here. If I didn't want to help I'd simply send a letter via bird. Not travel all the way from the comforts of my home, say no, to just do it all over again but backwards..

"I wouldn't come all the way out here for nothing, Tommy." I say, wrapping my hands around my sword. Tommy glanced at it uneasily, nervousness pouring out of his body. He gulps, hands clenching and undoing over again as he nods.

The horse ducks his head slightly, showing its annoyance with the situation. It seems loyal, and I'm not sure if it needs to eat anything or not, but I'm guessing it was a journey to get here. At least it was for me.

"Well- uh- I guess, I guess just follow me then?" Tommy says, grabbing the reins and pulling them towards himself, moving the beast around, and trotting off farther north. He seems to be going in the direction of an old spruce forest. I don't mind walking, but I feel like it'd be better to get a ride.

I follow behind the skeleton horse, behind the boy in a red and white. I follow behind the boy leading me to a revolution rising gently, but swiftly turning into an all out war.

♛

Tommy led me through an oak forest, looking around at every mound of dirt along the way. He glances behind him every few minutes, making sure I'm still following behind him, which I always am. We've been walking for an hour and a half.

Tommy did ask me if I wanted to switch and ride the horse, but I declined. Then when he asked again, I said the same thing. I declined and declined until he didn't ask again. The good thing about me, was that I didn't get tired from walking. I find it peaceful.

The blonde boy perks up at the sight of a little dirt mound, with an obvious doorway. The door however, wasn't even a door, it was just some dirt that was constantly being torn into and dug our, only to be replaced a few minutes later. My jaw twitches at the sight.

They need some major help..

Swinging off of the skeleton horse and tying it in a discreet hole in the ground, Tommy goes to the dirt hole and starts to dig it out. He's done in a matter of seconds, gesturing for me to head inside, much to my reluctance.

The first thing that caught my eye inside this dirt mound, was the reinforced walls. They used clay to stop the little base from collapsing in, and I guess to keep the dirt up and out of their food. The had a single wooden beam too, just to give the roof a little more support. Around the edges of the little mound were chests filled with food or something.

Tommy knocked on the side of the wall, gaining my attention from the area around me. He's standing next to a small stairwell, spiraling and small at the back of the mound. He has a small angry glare in his eyes, but it isn't directed towards myself. He's angry with something, or someone, down those stairs.

He starts down the small, narrow, spiraling stairs, grumbling curses as he went. His hands gripping and knuckles turning white from the new found vigor in the otherwise peaceful teenager.

I hear talking, faint and barely hearable, but it's there. Tommy led the way through a winding path into a cavern, a large ravine with a waterfall and lanterns hanging from the ceiling. I look around as my footsteps echo throughout the large ravine, looking much like an ancient beast came and ran it's claws right through the Earth's hard crust, like it was nothing more then snow.

As I look around the cavern, the voices grew louder as we descended lower, and lower into the Earth. At the bottom, a man wearing a dark beanie and a brown, dirty trench coat, stood talking to a black hair woman.

The woman was quite gorgeous actually, and I felt myself pause slightly, before moving again. I glance over to Tommy, seeing his anger turned to hatred and being directed towards the dark haired woman.

I studied the female, watching the way her short hair swayed when turned, the way her eyes quirked up in surprise, how they stayed connected to my own. She had entrancing eyes, colored the deepest blue I've ever seen. She brought a hand up to run through her hair, pushing bangs up and out of the way. Her hand was burned, her other one bandaged up, some blood seeping through from a wound that was undoubtedly on her palm.

I wondered what her story was.

I was so focused on the dark haired woman, I didn't even realize the man in the torn trench coat had stepped towards me, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Is this-"

"Technoblade, you may call me Techno." I say, a small bow to the two in front of me. The woman laughs, melodic and gentle. I smile slightly at her as she studied me, sizing me up. She didn't look twice at my teeth, or the blood stains on my crown, or the scars on either side of my mouth. She just glanced at them, smiled and moved on.

"Wilbur Soot, at your disposal." The man with beanie says, nodding his head as he left to talk to the boy behind me.

I glance in the teens direction, noticing the hatred still evident in his facial expressions, but it was softened considerably as he talked to the one named Wilbur. That left me and the dark hair woman, who I didn't know the name of, yet. As I was about to ask, she beat me to it.

"Vienna Blue," a strong but soft voice says, coming from the woman. She stood awkwardly, leaning farther on her left foot then her right. She held her hand out, her head kept hung low. I glanced left to right, making sure no one was looking, and I take her hand.

Vienna Blue. A beautiful name really, I've never met another with the name.

"Vienna, Techno, come here." Wilbur says, his voice low and shaking, like when the house moves from strong wind. He sounds like he's also been dehydrated for days.

Tommy and Wilbur stood quite a few paces away, casting large shadows around Vienna and I. They stood in front of a lantern that glowed blue slightly, forming a dimmed, blue light circle, to the normal halo of bright, yellow flame.

Vienna follows behind me, watching where she steps in the messy cavern. Tommy has a look of disgust on his face as he looks her way. I roll my eyes.

The boy then pulls out a small dagger, dragging the sharp tip from his fingertip to Vienna's throat, splitting it without a second thought. Blood drips down from her wound, her hands trying to sew herself back together as the blonde boy looks with a blank expression, his eyes distant and full of false remorse. He smiled slightly as the world around him turns a deep burgundy as the black haired woman falls and bleeds out on the floor. I blink and everything is back to normal, just everyone is staring at me slightly.

"Technoblade? Earth to Techno!" Vienna says softly, waving a hand in my face. I snap back from my reality as the burned palm flashes by my eyes. "Did you hear what Tommy said?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry. What did he say? I had accidentally dozed off mid-sentence." I lie, I did doze off though. I just didn't think about going to sleep, or eating dinner. Instead I fed the demon inside of me that was restless and hungry for blood.

Blood for the blood god.

Tommy began to repeat himself. "We have a group of spies in L-" he pauses. "In Manberg." A sadness ghosts over the young boys face, covering his eyes in a hazy fog that was only filled with the thoughts in his head. I think nothing of it. It's none of my concern on why he has the sudden mood changes.

"We have a spy?" Vienna asks, her bandaged hand held up to her lips in thought, she's trying to figure out who the said spy is, and who it is not.

ᴛᴜʙʙᴏ

I'm standing on the podium in Manberg, just looking over the land. Now without the walls, the place seems empty, it feels so much bigger. I've been here since this morning, it is now well into the evening.

I miss Tommy and Wilbur. They were the only ones who knew what L'Manburg was, what it went through, and what Manberg is, and everything it took from them.

I stare out at the area in front of me, just casting a glance here and there, not really looking for something in particular, just looking for things that changed, or stayed the same.

The walls. I remember Eret, Fundy, Tommy, Wilbur and I building those walls, and I remember Fundy and I tearing them down.

The flag. Niki sewing until the break of dawn, trying to make the stitches clean and straight so the fabric wouldn't be all wonky. I remember her crying screams as Fundy burnt it down, I heard them like a theme song, on repeat, in the back of my mind.

And the hotdog van. That one historical piece, that was just blown up. That was mended with dirt and concrete, fixing the sides so that they could at least see what it once was, but it's not what it once was. I remember the cause of the war, Wilbur making drugs in the van, and wanting to create an empire. I remember Dreams confrontation on the ridge, I remember Vienna shoot that flaming arrow at our home, almost catching Fundy on fire.

I remember watching as she blew up my new home, sad tears falling from her face. I see her walking away as the smoke cleared, and the water breaking the dam inside of each and every citizen of the ruined L'Manburg as Eret betrayed us all.

I remember the song. I remember the words pouring out of Wilbur's mouth, the soft strumming if his guitar. The sweet melody passing through each of our bones, including Eret, setting up camp in our minds, our blood.

I heard there was a special place,
Where men could go and emancipate,
The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers.

I remember listening to Wilbur's guitar playing a soft tune, the words spilling from his mouth. Tommy hugging our shoulders together as we swayed to the anthem for of our new nation.

Well this place is real, you needn't fret,
With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo,
Fuck Eret.
It's a very big and not blown up L'Manburg.
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg,
My L'Manburg,

My L'Manburg.

𝟸𝟷𝟾𝟶 ᴡᴏʀᴅs