Bloodshed [ Technoblade x Reader ]

19

"May I be blunt and get straight to a rather personal question?" Techno continued, pausing his steps for a second until you reached his side in which he spun around and began walking at your side. 

"Jeezes christ- yes. Now ask, please. I'm rather inpatient" you groaned, starting to get annoyed at how much permission the man needed to simply ask you a few questions. 

"How did your mother die?"

Oh.

That's why he needed so much permission. It was a rather personal question. 

You chuckled slightly in shock at how quickly the tone of the situation changed as you thought to yourself, trying to think of the answer. Of course, you knew how your mother died, though, you had to find a way to word it correctly without seeming insensitive. Sure, you were extremely close to your mother but when she died you didn't really feel much. You had been a young teenager when she had passed so all you felt was numbness. She had been your only friend, the only person you could talk to freely. And then she was gone. Protecting you.

"Well, I suppose you weren't lying when you said it was a personal question," you said with a hollow laugh whilst wringing your hands and looking down at your feet.

"You don't have to answer it if you don't wish to" Technoblade quickly assured, seemingly nervous at your response.

You shook your hands away from one another and shoved them into your cloak pockets, hoping to look less anxious to Techno so you could answer his inquiry without any troubles. You looked back up at the Pigman with a weak smile on your face before you began to speak once again.

"No, no. It's quite alright. It's just no one has asked me this in years." you began, your eyes naturally wandering around to blankly stare at random objects around you. "I suppose the easiest way to say it is that she was executed by a group of Wither Skeletons that had followed her into a cave whilst she was on a walk. With me. I had been forced to watch. They would have killed me too had it not been for my mother's fighting"

As you spoke, you felt a single tear roll down your face, though, thankfully there were no side effects since the ice resistance potion continued to work, though, your lip still lightly quivered but you managed to contain it quickly, suppression the urge to cry any further. There had been moments within the last few years where you took the time to properly mourn your mother's death, though, you still felt like you hadn't healed from it. When she first passed, you had felt nothing. Your father said it was just the shock but you both knew better. It was a defence mechanism you used to hide your actual feelings. You would act all strong and mighty as if nothing had happened, but when you would return to your quarters, it was said that your weeping could be heard throughout half the castle.

It was awkward at first. Of course it was. Just imagine the most intimidating person you know marching through the hallways of a grand fortress that's set aflame and only a few hours later hearing the loud gasping and sobbing of them in their room far into the night. You would receive looks of pity and condolence as you spent your days walking through the fortress. The only reason you did those walks was that your mother had always forced you on them, her at your side as she told you stories of her glory days on the battlefield.

That's right. Battlefield. Your mother was the first and only ever woman to join the army and fight alongside the Blazien men as they fought for peace and freedom. It's how she met your father and it's how they fell in love. Or that's what they told you it was. You had heard some of the maids in the fortress gossiping when you were younger, saying that there was no real 'connection between your parents and they had only been together for politics and whatnot. It made sense to you at that time since they rarely spent time together but after you had taken over her duties as General you had learnt they hadn't spent time together simply because being a leader was damn time-consuming.

"Your mother's fighting? Could you elaborate?" Technoblade continued to question, his head tilting to the side in interest.

"Mmm, yes. My mother was a glorious warrior. Far better than me. In fact, she had taught me everything I knew. She's probably the reason I turned out this way" you clarified, a small, genuine smile appearing on your face as memories you had pushed out your kind returned of the days the two of you would spend in training rooms or outside on the fortress grounds, duelling with warped wood swords.

~
"Alright, first things first: form" your mother's soft voice announced as she stood in front of you on a flattened piece of land she had found outside the fortress. "Copy as I do"

She unsheathed a cheaply made wooden sword from the scabbard she had around her waist. Regularly it would be a gloriously made, netherite sword with obsidian accents and golden jewels but she had abandoned it in her room to prevent you from getting harmed in the training process. She held the sword in the correct position with one foot stepped forwards and her knees slightly bent, keeping her back straight whilst raising the chipped blade to be level with her chest. One hand rested directly underneath the cross-guard whilst the other sat at the end, just above the pommel but still on the grip.

Young, teenage you stood before her, trying to reciprocate the action yet somehow only managing to get the grip on the sword correct. "I thought you knew how to stand?" Your mother laughed, dropping her form and waking over to you to adjust your stance.

"I thought I did but it seems I've forgotten. I haven't had much time to practice with father teaching me how to do my responsibilities recently" you moaned, your eyebrows furrowing with your mouth in a tight frown.

"Don't worry too much, young one. I would much rather teach you everything all over again if I must than having you get into a fight and losing miserably" she reassured you with a chuckle, gesturing for you to step slightly forward with your foot. "No, hold the sword up" she ordered, placing a hand under your elbow and gently pushing upwards.

"Alright. I think I've got it. Is this correct?" You asked, a desperate look on your face.

"It's almost perfect. I'm proud of you, kid" she grinned back causing a radiant smile to plaster onto your face in glee.
~

"She seems like she was quite the woman," Technoblade says, pulling you from your thoughts.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you saw the Nether Portal in the distance, a purple glow illuminating from it.

"That she most certainly was"