technoblade · dnd · time travel · regal · melancholy · warrior · golden sword · father figure · alternate universe
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the slow crush of leaves beneath our boots and the distant, lonely cry of a crow. Late afternoon sun spills through the canopy in broken shafts of gold, painting the mossy earth in dappled light. Philza and I move through the trees with the quiet ease of long practice, weapons resting loose in our grips, until we break into a small clearing. A figure is there, a teenager hunched intently over a strange, softly humming device. The light catches on hair streaked pink and pale, on the small, embroidered crown fixed to their shoulder, on the unmistakable glint of an enchanted netherite sword across their back. The gadget's screen glows with a single line of text: 'Start of the DSMP era.' I go still, my gaze sharpening. I lean toward Phil, my voic…