𝓂𝒸𝓎𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

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I wrote this before Alex pasted away, but I still wanted to publish this. This is in no way intended to disrespect Alex or his legacy, may he rest in peace, I just wrote it for fun
Word count: 7758

Y/n's P.O.V

My eyes sting from the glaring purple hue from a respawn anchor that sat in the corner of my cell as I hear the announcers voice boom across the coliseum.

"Now, for the fight you've all been waiting for!" He says earning a wave of cheering from the people I can't see clearly through the metal gate.

Every year in the Sleepy kingdom, the Great King Philza holds a special tournament where competitors above the age of 18 would fight to the death to claim only but a simple title.

Of course, you wouldn't actually die as you would just respawn thanks to the respawn anchors, an advanced sort of technology which is reserved for tournaments like this only, where it could encase part of your soul within its black stone confinements.

When you do 'die,' your soul reconnects with the other part that was in the anchor, making it impossible for you to die, as long as a part of your soul is in the anchor.

Because of this, this annual event was a huge deal throughout all the kingdoms as people from all over came to either witness or participate in the event.

A competition to see who was the strongest, the most skillful with a blade.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I try to remember all my training of the past seven years, but it's quickly interrupted by a booming voice.

"Now let's bring out our first finalist!" shouts the announcer, "You all know him as The Blood God, first son of King Philza, and the undefeated champion for eight years in a row! Ladies and gentlemen, give it up, for Prince Technoblade!"

I can hear the crowd outside go crazy at the mention of his name and they only seem to get louder as I can just make out a large metal gate, similar to mine, open from across the arena, revealing the pinkette in all his glory.

The prince walks out with surprising grace and oozing confidence, a diamond sword dazzling in his right hand as the audience cries and cheers for their prince, his iconic red cape flowing behind him as his golden crown shines in the sunlight, a sign of his position and blood.

After having entered the tournament at the earliest age possible, 'The Blade' as some people call him, has gone undefeated for eight years straight.

He's tall, handsome, and has the physique comparable to that of Greek gods. Ladies all across the kingdom swoon over him as men envy his talents and skill, yet his monotone and unchanging face never convey any sort of emotion or reaction.

People fear him in battle as he spills blood from his enemies mercilessly, never leaving a single soldier alive, thus giving him the title 'Blood God.'

I basically grew up hearing about these legends of The Blood God as I was eight when Techno first entered the tournament at the earliest age of eighteen, making him the youngest champion to ever win the tournament.

Year after year, the prince dominated his competitors, and when I went to go watch the competition for myself during Technoblade's second year, I was amazed as his skill level was beyond anyone I've ever seen.

The stories of him wiping out full armies plagued my mind, nagging at the back of my ten-year-old brain.

Someone had to put this blood thirsty man in his place, and in that moment, I ambitiously decided that person would be me.