Technoblade age ??? (immortality shit)
Y/N age 19
Techno's pov
"Must I go with you this time?" I asked Philza in annoyance, wishing to go to the tavern instead.
"You are my son, soon to take the throne as Wilbur has declined, so I will not ask again." He replies sternly.
I sigh, walking to my room irritated, knowing I wouldn't want to accept the throne, only staying as such to not pass the responsibility to Tommy. I most like being able to satisfy the voices whenever was needed, when a king needs a good reputation, a prince has fewer eyes looking.
I climb to the window's edge, crouching as I stared out at the grass fields in front of me.
"Blood for the blood god" The voices demanded it.
3rd person pov
A grin splayed on his face, the bloodlust taking over, he slides down the side of his tower, digging his blade into the bricks, slowing to a stop when he reached the grass. He had scouted a shadow in the fields on his way down the tower. Crouching, he reaches the tall grass field, he slowly sneaks up on the figure, blade at the ready.
Y/N pov
I had finished my work for the day, deciding on taking a trip to the grass fields behind the castle, needing some quiet. I walked to the middle of the field, sitting down letting the grass surround me. The fluffy clouds above slowly move across the pale blue sky. The slight breeze making the grass sway with the tree leaves. Taking a breath and closing my eyes, a new feeling surfaces. A cold blade across my neck, causing me to freeze in place thinking of how to get out of this.
