Flight Of The Crows

Chapter 1- The Fields of The Fallen

The world went quiet. For only one minute. No living human left on the battle field, bodies upon bodies scattered like flowers among the landscape. The gods pleaded no more. The voices were dimmed in satisfaction. The burning sky was slowly covered and the heavens weeped for the first time in a century. "Mortals." He whispered, his scarlet eyes fixated on the bloody blade he clutched. His hands turning white from the grip on the handle. He took a moment, slowly facing the eyes and inhaling the refreshing smell of the pouring rain. He knew that what he did, yet he felt no remorse. No regret. A whole battalion wiped out by the two beings. "Glad that's over." His partner sighed, releasing a small laugh of relief. His blonde hair being brushed away from his eyes as he took in the view. There was a comfortable silence exchanged, a moment of peace which Technoblade had craved for years.

The blonde man clutched his bloody emerald robes, his wings finally stretched out after being tucked in, close to his body. He slightly adjusted his hat, a bucket hat, which sat just above his eyebrows. He finally broke the silence, "We should get going, Techno. Before they discover us." Phil sighs, fluttering the obsidian wings, ready for flight. The scarlet eyes scanned Phil for a moment, before returning his gaze towards the heavens. He wishes to move, but his feet were like stone. He watches as Phil begins to soar off into the clouds, fleeing the poppy fields. "There's a reason why they call you the angel of Death." Techno tuts before slowly departing, dragging the blade along the beaten ground.

He knew they would meet again. It's been in every lifetime since the start, and would follow the vicious circle until the end. Fate always has a way of intwining paths. The stories which spread like butter among towns and kingdoms of the gods, some spoke with admiration, some with fear and others, who wouldn't dare speak of such taboo. While deities are worshipped for their power, these immortal beings were feared. The dim lights of life were glittering in the distance as night started to crawl. Stars scattered among the dimmed sky, providing a show which were a sight missed by the fallen. Voices hummed in the back of Technoblade's mind. "Already? Greedy bastards..." He mumbled, his jaw clamped shut as his cape and boots began to grow heavier with the rain drenching every inch. His hair loosened from the messy ponytail that was rushed moments before the battle commenced. The flowers withered under each step as he edged closer towards the village.

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"Will! Where the hell are you?" A young boy stumbles across the empty streets, head twisting in every direction, desperate to find him. The heavens started to cry harder and the tears smacked against the stone path. A shiver shot down his spine like lightning, his body tensing as the cold rain brushed against his skin. The red bandana around his neck was carelessly removed to wipe the rain from his face as he searched for Will. His voice burned as he continued to yell out his name, but there was no reply. Despite the desperate cries, he was not found. The boy fell to his knees, wincing in pain as he hit the stones with force. In the distance metal grinding on the stones and heavy footsteps slammed on the ground were finally in earshot. The boy quickly turned around, scrambling to his feet. His heart began to pound, his legs felt like jelly, barely supporting his weight. Through blurry sight, he could see a tall figure, walking towards the boy. His heart quickened, as he ran towards the figures, delight filling his body. "Wilbur! Thank god! I found you!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the man. There was hesitation and lack of warmth in the strange man's touch which indicated to him that it was not Wilbur. "I've been called many things, but Wilbur is a new one." The voice was low and monotone, a voice that could be felt within the soul. It was not Wilbur's voice. In a instant, the young boy let go and fully examined the man he just mistaken. Burning red eyes, Pink hair that snaked down the man's back, red robes that were fit for a king and a blood stained sword in his clutch. Panic filled the young boy, paralysed by the pure sight of him. "What's a kid like you doing out?" The pink haired man asked, his tone making it seem like a demand. "I- I'm looking for Wilbur. Who the fuck are you?" The young boy spat back, in a challenging manner. The man scoffed at the audacity, but admired the bravery. "Technoblade. I could ask you the same thing."

"How do you not know me? I'm the famous Tommy! Big T!" He boasted, pride filling his chest and his eyes glimmer. Techno raised a brow, inspecting him and shook his head. Tommy pouted and rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm not from here, so why would I know you."

Techno began to get impatient, the boy was making him spend more time in the rain than he wished. "Everyone knows me! Well, I guess not in a good way, but they know me!" A grin which beamed from ear to ear on Tommy's face. He didn't have time for this, it's a cocky teenager. Another kill couldn't hurt. The voices cooed. Techno shook his head, trying to dismiss the urge, as he started to walk away from the blonde child. "Hey! Wait!" Tommy called, starting to follow behind him. "Can you please help me find him?" He begged, his blue eyes were wide as he pouts once again. Techno looks down for a moment before growling in response. They continued to walk, Tommy sighing in defeat after the stubborn being refused to continue their conversation. After the awkward silence between the two, Techno finally decided to give in, "So, you're trying to find someone called 'Wilbur'?" His voice was low, clearly unenthusiastic. Tommy grinned, walking ahead of Techno. "Yes, Wilbur. He's like a brother to me and—"

"I get it, let's just find him and then I can go." Technoblade interrupted quickly, before Tommy gave his whole life story. The rain finally paused, as if there were no tears left to cry, and the 2 strangers continued to travel through the village, to reunite the 'brothers'.

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Poppy fields were starting to grow in their prime season, covering the decomposing bodies left of the messy battle. The ground which marked the fall of one of the greatest armies was almost unrecognisable. The stories and names of the soldiers who gave their lives will be forgotten. No survivors can tell the tale, only the 2 heartless beings who slaughtered them all with no hesitation. The world was quiet. The world mourned for them.

...End of  Chapter...

Author's Notes:

Hello! Welcome to my new story! 

This is just the start of a brand new adventure, and merely sets the scenes. I'll be working on quite large chapters, so it may have some large gaps in updates but I hope you enjoy!

Happy Reading!