User:0PollencentMoon0

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Chapter One
' 'Mother, are you proud of me? Even after everything I've done?

"Mater, dic mihi, flumen sanguinis iterum, quaeso?" A young child asked with glee and wonder in his eye.

"Mea infantem, cum suus tempus compunctionis, et narrábo vobis, omnes de vestri ventus fabula," she returned with a fond smile across her lips.

"Mater, una die, im 'iens ut fieri Deus Sanguinem, et im' iens ut, et proteget te in sempiternum!" He stated with a giddy smile.

"O, im ' certus vos mos - mea bestia, et primum munus est ad auxilium tuum, mater amata figere prandium," her fond smile grew wider.

The mother and her child walked out of their small home, hand in hand, passing by locals and heading to the quaint meat post. She picked up her son, and the young boy reached his hand out and grabbed the closest chunk of it off the counter. His mother set him down, meat still in hand, and they walked back home.

The two fixed dinner and set the food on the stone plates as the boy's father returned from a long day of hunting.

"Salve Caerlion, quam meus est pulchra uxor et filius?" His father asked, giving his mother a small kiss on her cheek. The small boy gagged at his parent's romantic gestures.

His father sat down with his wife and son with a smile just as fond as his mother's. They spoke about many different subjects, such as their son's education and his father's pregnant sister. The boy didn't talk much during dinner; he didn't make any noise as he ate and listened in on his parent's conversation. Once they finished their meal, the family cleaned off the table and kitchen, heading to bed.

His mother was tall for a human woman, around 5'10, while his father was short for a man and a piglin, 6'4. The young child was a little more petite than kids his age, was 4'2. The woman had mocha brown hair and was always braided, though the piglin didn't have hair. Instead, it was fur it: was salmon pink like most piglins and had loose parts of the hair in a small braid. The child had a peach color for hair, and it to was braided. The mother's eyes were umber, and the fathers were just white. The son's eyes were also brown like his mother's. Even though the women's ears were normal, her sons were sharper, most anticipated due to the father.

He was young when they fell. His bastion was in a less warm part of what people called "Nether" in their language. His home was also smaller than most nearby bastions but, it was home. His mother was human, and his father was piglin. The pair spoke in different ways too. Her accent was thick; it still reeked of the old language but, everyone could understand her. His accent was smoother; he had spoken in the Nether's speech all his life. The boy's accent was a mix of his mother and father. The three lived a happy life in their small home and acted no otherwise than the other inhabitants, even if it was considered taboo.

The boy was wondering how his parents even met. It was a human and a piglin together. It was a rare thing to happen, and the child never saw any other couple like this. When he asked his parents, they tried to respond until they heard an explosion. When they looked outside, they saw ones from the other world. They were raiding the bastion.

"Alcander, Ensis, mihi opus est tibi ut hic maneatis. Permitte mihi loqui ad eos," the mother spoke.

She went outside from the family's small room, bearing only a golden sword. The raiders saw her within a second, and their expressions were worried. They grabbed onto her shoulders, speaking in the mother's old speech. The boy only knew bits and pieces of what they were saying. It seemed to be as if they were asking if she was alright. The women stayed calm, trying to give them relief. At one point, the people's expressions turned from worry to confusion, to anger.

The sound of liquid and skin was heard and echoed. Then a high-pitched scream followed by a wail of pain. The mother fell to the ground clutching her stomach as she dropped to the ground. The raiders turned to each other and said something by what sounded to be the word "children." One of them knelt to the mother and dipped his hand into a pool of deep red liquid. When he got up, he walked to the nearest wall writing something that the boy couldn't see. His father could read, because of that, he tried to barricade themselves in their home. The boy was both confused and angered at this. Both of them watched a woman they cared about die, and his father only barricaded the two? Shouldn't he be running out of anger trying to avenge her?

He understood why it wasn't best to run out there. One of the raiders broke the wall and killed his father. His father did his best to fight back but collapsed like his mother. He was too weak for a human.

"Ensis, placere note quod adhuc amo te. Etiam in Mortibus arma," his father breathed.

The boy just sat there, hearing his father's final words. He sat there in the room next to a corpse until the explosions and screams were over. After an hour of the noises, he walked out and saw nothing but blood and corpses. Walking next to the blood written wall, he tried his best to read it. His mother taught him very little of her old speech, so he could only speak what he learned.

"All pig child"

That was all he could make out of what the sign said. He didn't know what to do now that his home was gone. He could see other children exploring, trying to search for any survivors. The children huddled together, trying to give each other some form of company.

"In raiders tulerunt parentes, autem, adhuc habemus cibum et arma; possumus aedificabo societatis nostrae, si nos conatus!" an older piglin child asserted.

The others murmured in agreement with what she said. She was one of the older ones, so she should know what was best for the survivors. They had to work together to last as long as they could. The elders would always preach the words, "live together, die alone." No one knew that they would have to live up to those words.

"Heus, quid hoc murum dicere?" One of the younger children spoke.

He was referencing the wall signed in the human's blood. The human's son knew what part of it meant but not all of it. His mind wasn't there when the other kids discussed what it meant. He didn't seem to acknowledge them until one snapped her fingers.

"Heus, aliquis scire overworld lingua! Quid est?" The older girl asked.

"Omnes porcus parvulus. Quod suus omnes I potest intelligere. Ego sum paenitet," he replied in a somber tone.

The girl's expression changed to gratefulness. She understood that he didn't know the overworlds language all too well.

"Hoc erat mater tua?" She asked, pointing to the human's body.

"Etiam," he replied; the boy's eyes felt puffy and swollen like he was about to cry. If the Nether allowed water, he would ball his eyes out in grief.

The girl knelt to the child's level and hugged him. He was around eight, and he lost both of his parents. The boy hugged her back, gripping her unyielding and not wanting to let go.

That same girl was the great-granddaughter of one of the elders. She was a little shorter than the boy's mother, but she was still tall for her age. She had fur all over her like any other piglin. She had a section of fur treated like hair and had an impressive braid. It was three different braids inside one more prominent braid. Unlike most piglins, her fur was a pink rosewood. Her name was Valentina, and she became the survivor's leader within a day.

It had been a few weeks since the raid. None of the other bastions came around for trading or help, so they were all on their own. The older children would walk around patrolling the now camp. The boy would walk to the graveyard with Valentina trying to make the graves look a little prettier day by day.

"Ensis, est in omnibus bene esse. Magnum soror Valentina custodiant te in tuto!" Reassured Valentina, trying to cheer the boy up.

Without warning, screaming was echoing again. It seemed as though the raiders came back. Valentina got in front of the boy, crossbow in hand, ready to protect. People came into view but, it was not the raiders. The people were in a uniform similar to a knight. When Valentina tried shooting at them, they merely deflected with their shield. The shield had a symbol on it blue and white covered it with a crest resembling a snowflake. It was like the ones the boy's mother told him. He had never seen blue before until now, but he loved it; he was mesmerized by it, finding it to be his new favorite color. Without warning, one of the knights appeared right in front of Valentina and was instantly out of his trance.

A sound of two things dropping happened a moment later. When the child looked to where the teen girl was standing, he saw a decapitated head of what the survivors considered to be their leader. If he could cry in the Nether, he would.

"Watching this boy in the ring would be fun. Seldom ever see hybrids with how protected they are," a soldier laughed. The boy could barely understand any of it.

"You sure you want to take him? He looks a little weak," another replied.

"Eh, it's more fun to see them squaller begging for mercy," he answered.

He was in many emotions at that moment. Confusion, denial, anger, sadness, anything. The boy had no idea what was happening. He had no idea what the Overworld people were saying; he just wanted his family back; just wanted Valentina back. He just dropped to his knees in defeat, barely moving. He almost felt one of the soldiers grabbing onto his arm and forcing him up. When he got up, he just looked over to the dead girl, feeling empty.

"Name, in English," he heard.

The child quite understood what the human said at that time. However, he didn't know his name in English, so he had to point at one of their weapons. A blade, it was blue with a purple sheen, he liked it.

"Sword? Who in the world names their kid SWORD?" The soldier yelled in disgust.

"No, you idiot, it's Blade," another retaliated, hitting his arm in the process. The first soldier shouted a quick ow before rubbing his shoulder after that.

"Boring name, let's give it some pizzaz. I'm thinking of adding a word in front of it," the first soldier replied.

"Like what?" The second soldier asked.

"Technoblade," he answered. The boy's name became, Technoblade. The other soldiers came to agree. If he's going to die in a ring, why not add more embarrassment and give him a name to make more people disappointed?

Technoblade was again grabbed by the arm and dragged through the camp. He saw bodies that belonged to many of the former survivors; two spared, him and this other girl, which he didn't know the name. They didn't speak; they only looked at each other in fear of what was going on. Eventually, the children and soldiers encountered a black and purple structure; it had edges of black rock and a semi-transparent purple on the inside that would swirl and jet out particles.

"In," a soldier commanded, gesturing his sword toward the portal.

The boy hesitated before going in; it made a loud and unbearable noise when he was inside it that he had to close his eyes. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to a different land. It was beautiful, but it was so blindingly white, Technoblade almost had to shield his eyes for a moment due to how bright it was. It was so hard taking everything in; he saw trees, grey stone, wood, green, almost every color he could think of heeding. The sight almost made him forget what was happening. It almost made him forget that he got kidnapped from his home. For what seemed like minutes to the boy was only a few seconds; because not even ten seconds later, the rest of the party came in. Another soldier grabbed his arm again, and they continued their walk.

"Non ita sentire bonum. Possumus prohibere, quaeso?" A voice asked; it was the piglin girls.

The soldiers just stared in confusion as to what she said. They just shrugged it off as if she asked where they were going. Technoblade, however, tried his best to escape from the soldier's grasp to help the girl, he tried shouting at them to let him go, but they wouldn't let go.

Eventually, she began clutching her stomach and closing her eyes in pain. She was put into a coughing fit and gasped and wheezed for air. The soldier holding onto her eventually let go in disgust of her. Technoblade began thrashing even more in an attempt to help her; he knew what was happening, his mother told him about it. At one point, she started coughing green even though piglins blood was red. Eventually, her skin started rotting, and a sick green came exuding out of the rotting skin until she fell to the ground with no more breaths; it was only green slowly tainting the white snow. After that, Technoblade stopped thrashing towards the girl but away from her.

"Woah, kid, chill out! It happens all the time; wait!" The soldier holding onto him stated.

It took around a minute or two before something started occurring with the corpse again. It rose to the ground with a guttural groan tripping on its way.

"See? It's all good," the soldier spoke again.

Technoblade was only scared of what was happening. Every other piglin in the Nether had to stay away from creatures like that. They were sick and dead, and even being around them was already too contagious for their kind; he didn't want to end up like it. Any piglin near a zombified version of their species ends up like them; he didn't want to die from getting ill. He only looked at the zombie in fear; the soldiers wouldn't let go of him; he just stayed still in defeat.

"Come on, one of you grab onto her and continue walking," a soldier drawled with a bored expression.

They all continued walking down from what seemed like a forest to the boy. It was so frozen for the boy; he never had an experience like this with the Nether; from the stories, the only cold place at home was warped forests. However, even then, it was still very feverish. But right now, the frigid temperature was the least of his worries; right now, he was terrified of becoming a mindless zombie, like the girl. He didn't know what would happen to him; was becoming a zombie a slower process; would he get sick? He didn't know; he didn't want to know. The soldiers, however, just kept walking, aware of what happened to the piglins but had no care; they just kept walking.

After an hour of walking, the soldiers stopped, and one of them said: "We're here," they stood in front of a large building, probably even taller than the Nether roof.

"If you don't know what this is, swine's, it's a castle," a soldier sneered.

The boy had never seen a castle before; like many other wonders of the Over-world, his mother would tell him. He would always get confused over the purpose of villas; all they were to him was an elegant house. He never understood why a person would need over six bedrooms or three kitchens; Technoblade didn't even know the purpose of a ballroom.

The group walked toward the castle; along the way, Technoblade was immediately interested in the brown wood, the gray stone, the white snow, how every rock meticulously blended in such a delicate and domestic way. The castle was tall and beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale; the high slanted roofs and the point of the towers. Although the boy didn't understand the purpose of castles, he knew that he loved how they looked. If he were allowed to live on his own in snow-capped land, he would build a humble house using the castle's materials.

The moment they all stepped through the castle's doors, Technoblade got exposed to many more colors. He discovered purples, shades of blue, greens, and many more. It was a little disorienting for him- he lived in the Nether all his life, so he never discovered any color other than red until this moment, but he was amazed anyway.

The soldiers walked the zombie and the hybrid through the long corridors. Technoblade took a mental note of the paintings and vases inside the hallways. Eventually, they all stopped at a wooden door; it was bigger than most of the other doors that Technoblade had passed by but smaller than the castle's gates. One of the soldiers opened the large door, revealing a staircase heading down.

"Geez, sometimes I forget how creepy this place is," a soldier quaked before he sneered once again, "Must be because of all the sick little freaks."

It did smell like someone was sick; when the doors opened, Technoblade held presented to a sickening, putrid smell that almost made him gag. He covered his mouth with his elbow as the soldiers started walking again; he passed through the dim-lightened room with its source being a torch now and then. As he walked, the smell became more unbearable with each passing step; until they came across the final step in the staircase. When he took the last level of the stairs, he understood why it smelt so bad; there were other people down there, chained and beaten with some death-ridden.

The soldiers continued to walk down the hall- covering their faces with their elbows. Eventually, the soldiers stopped in front of a cell. "In this cell?" A soldier asked.

"Yeah, it's empty and can fit the two of them," another soldier responded. One of the soldiers unlocked the cell door, and the other put both the boy and zombie inside. Once the two were inside, they closed the door then locked it again.

Technoblade was all - alone. He was entirely alone; he didn't consider the zombie company and didn't feel like talking to any of the others in the dungeon; all he could do was sit and wait for something to happen.

"Hey, did you come with that zombie piglin?" He heard a voice. Technoblade shot up, wondering where that voice came from; he looked around and saw a boy; he looked around his age. The boy was human with red hair and brown eyes.

Technoblade didn't understand what the boy said, so he asked: "W-what?"

"I said, DID YOU COME WITH THAT ZOMBIE PIGLIN?!" The boy asked again, shouting the question.

"No language," Technoblade replied. He hoped that the boy would understand that he does not understand the language from the Overworld. But, by the look of the boy's face, he understood.

"Oh, okay," the boy faltered in disappointment. Seconds later, he pointed to himself and spoke: "Weylin. My name's Weylin; what's yours?"

Technoblade hesitated for a moment; did Weylin want his name in his language or Technoblade's? He eventually gave him his real name and replied, "Ensis, n-name Ensis." The boy seemed to light up at that like he wasn't expecting Technoblade to know what he said.

"Little language," Technoblade corrected himself from earlier with a tiny grin.

The two spoke for a long time, with Weylin teaching Technoblade his language and the latter trying to use those words in a sentence. Weylin would point at objects in the room and call them by the name in his speech; Technoblade would say it back. Technoblade didn't learn much from Weylin because of how empty the cells were; however, he studied what his mother didn't teach him.

When Technoblade and Weylin finished talking, most other people began falling asleep, including the zombie piglin. They were about to fall asleep too until they heard metal on stone; the two looked for the origin of the sound and found that it was a guard. The guard continued walking until it reached his and Weylins cell; the guard unlocked their cells, letting the two walk out, but after they did, it grabbed them both and walked along with the dungeon.

The walls had cracked stone bricks that running a finger along once would dry it and the floor was a smooth stone that dragging someone's shoes across would smooth it out in an instant. The walk felt so ominous that Technoblade couldn't help but glance at Weylin out of worry. They came across a stone staircase at the end of the walk; however, it wasn't the same staircase Technoblade came through. Technoblade, Weylin, and the guard walked up the stairs and at the top of it was a large and heavy-looking door that looked difficult to open.

The guard gestured to the door, silently insisting that the two boys open it. Technoblade and Weylin managed to open the large door, and upon opening it, they saw a great coliseum with the night sky that felt like an endless ocean upon first glance; he's never seen the night sky in all his life but, upon seeing it, it was beautiful. However, in that coliseum were several people lying down, motionless.

"Get to cleaning. Now," the guard said in a monotone voice. After that, the guard walked away and back into the dungeon. Weylin looked around the coliseum for some time before resting his gaze on some brooms.

Technoblade watched Weylin head towards the brooms and watched as he grabbed them. He then walked over to Technoblade and handed him one of the brooms. The boy remembered the times he and his mother took a whole day to clean their tiny home; he remembered all the times he would get distracted by a speck of dust, and his mother would laugh at her baby's air-headed mind.

Remembering all the sweet times with his mother made his eyes nearly become bloodshot. His lips started to tremble, his breaths were becoming short and sharp, the boy's eyes became puffy, water was collecting at his lower eyelid, and he was able to experience how crying felt. The tears started from one eye; soon, from both eyes, he fell to his knees as his vision blurred.

He thought he could handle it; the boy thought he could get over the loss of his mother after a few weeks. He couldn't get over it. He instead felt sadness crush him, and he had no choice but to drown in it. The boy could never get over the loss of those he had once loved.

In a faint distance, his ears could hear the sound of sweeping. He looked up and saw that Weylin was taking care of the coliseum, stone cold. The human boy didn't seem to care about his friend's situation. He was mourning over the most important person in his life, and Weylin didn't seem to care. Seeing that stirred something in him. It was a small ounce of rage that he's never had.

"Ensis, get up; we have to clean," Said Weylin. The voice was cold and was apathetic.

Still, however, Technoblade lifted himself off the sandstone floor of the coliseum and grabbed his broom. He started by grabbing the arm of one of the corpses and dragging it to the edge of the arena; Technoblade soon hauled all the bodies to its rim; that way, he believed that the cleaning would go easier.

It took a while, but Weylin and Technoblade cleaned the arena. All the bodies that were once staining the floor were now in a pile along the edge. Even though the two were finished and could return to their cells, Technoblade decided to stay. Weylin had already gone off; he assumed that Weylin was asleep by now. He watched the stars thinking; if he will get sick. Technoblade hoped that boy wouldn't get sick; Technoblade had to live. He needed to live for his mother and the rest of the village.

Some time passed during the night, and after what seemed like hours, Technoblade started heading back. He started walking towards the large doors that guided back to the cell and rested his hand on the knob. He started turning the knob until he heard a shuffling of feathers. The boy turned his head to look for the origin of the sound; his eyes rested on a woman.

She was a tall woman, taller than his mother. She looked taller than eight feet; that woman was the tallest person he ought to have seen. Her hair was long and brown. On top of her hair was a large sun hat. That same sun hat prevented him from seeing her face but, by the angle of her jaw, she was staring right back at him. Her dress was long and black with another color but was too dark for him to make out. In the middle of her dress, something was glowing a vibrant red; he couldn't tell what it was because he's never seen any ornament other than gold. There was another thing that the boy noticed; two large black wings were sticking out of her back. He assumed that's how she got into the coliseum.

After a few moments of staring at each other, the tall woman walked over to him. He flinched at the sudden movement, worried that she might do something to him. Technoblade tried to move away but, he couldn't; he was too scared to move. Not being able to move reminded him of the raid and how he couldn't do anything except watch his parents die right in front of him. Now, he couldn't do anything except watch as this woman tread over to him and murder him.

Except, she didn't do that. Instead, she walked over to Technoblade and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Potesne me iuvare?" She asked.

It surprised him a little; he didn't expect her to speak to him in his language. Her accent didn't even have a trace of the Overworld in it! He was still scared but, he felt as though she wasn't going to kill him; so, he said he would help her. He didn't know what she needed him for but, he hoped everything would be fine.

"Gratias tibi tantas, Ensis!" She thanked.

Now that alarmed him; he never said his name yet, she knew it. She knew his real name. The woman saw his look of surprise and chuckled at it, acknowledging his confusion.

"Mors ipsa ego sum. Omnium nomen scio," She said.

Death? A person?

Death is a person; she's going to kill him. There was no other reason for her to be there other than to kill him.

Right?

"Noli timere. Et non nocuerunt tibi," The woman reassured, and with that, Technoblade exhaled a sigh of relief.

She took her hand off Technoblade and stood up; she looked like she was towering over him by her height. Her walk was slow until she was near the pile of corpses. She kneeled in front of one and picked it up, carrying it to the center of the arena. The woman set the corpse down; she waved her hand, gesturing Technoblade to walk over. He walked over to her with a distinct nervousness plastered on his face.

"Non opus est tibi portare, modo mundum," she said with a warm smile on her face.

Cleaning was an easy task for Technoblade; he already had supplies to do so, it wouldn't be that hard. He walked over to where he set down a washcloth and took it; after Technoblade grabbed it, he walked back over to the body the woman set down. He started by washing the body's face, removing any trace of dirt and grime. Soon, this became the routine for the night; Death would pick up a body and set it down, then Technoblade would clean it up. Soon enough, all the bodies were in a neat, clean line.

"Ensis, gratias ad auxilium me," she thanked with a smile; however that warm smile faded, and she said, "Hic diutius manere non possum; paenitet sed habeo abire."

With her thanks, she widened her wings and took off.

Technoblade was left hoping he would meet her again.

Passerine/DSMP Head-canon I have
So at one point Philza said that he wouldn't be able to meet his sons again for a long time (like, eons) and Tubbo also said that in one lifetime that he and Tommy would be friends well, when Phil left with Dream I like to think that he went to the end.

Phil and Dream just kinda, lived there for a while (1 bil - 7 tril years) 'till eventually Dream just kinda went, "I feel like leaving and I finally figured out how to do it" and created DreamXD, he gave a lot of his power to XD, escaped the end but before he did so, he made it so that when he went back to the overworld he forgot who he was, only knew his name and if he ever died or 100-200 years have passed he'll forget again and only remember his name.

Some time passed and eventually people like Niki, Sapnap, Tommy, ect. Were born again (without any memory of their old lives) and then Dream who also had 0 memory found them and everything unfolded :D

Also when Phil and Techno met XD, XD recognized Philza but didn't day anything. And when Dream met XD he had flashes of his old lives.



ECT. Stuff about me
My MBTI type is INTP-T

I like drawing and writing

I can do semi-decent animation

I'm a C!Dream apologist