Blood For The Blood Prince

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Ranboo had never really properly met his father, Technobalde.
He herd myths from the towns folk, stories about how his father won wars on his own, killed hundred on men, could easily take on a army of fifty people on his own. Ranboo has a hard time believing that though. Surely no one was that powerful. It wouldn't be a fair fight then!

Despite those thoughts he aspired to be like him, a strong fighter, though one that would bring justice.

His mother never really liked him. She wallaby's made a point to tell him how much he looked like his father, even if he didn't look much like him. He had a red eye, and pale, super pale skin on half of his body, it had a pink tint to it though. He had pointy ears and curly hair as well, maybe his father also had those features. He knew the man was a Piglin Hybrid, which might have convinced his mother to make the poor boy hide away from people. She would call him a monster, and amalgamation of things, and it was partly true, but not his fault. He was part endermen and part piglin, though that was his parents fault for even being together at some point not his! It wasn't his choice to be born!

He had always heard voices, and always had had poor memory. He didn't ever bother to ask why and did his best to keep up a book with everything he needed to remember for he next day. He usually didn't remember much from the past day when he woke up, so the book helped.

The voices would argue and sometimes even verbally argue though him. It scared him when they did. Sometimes they would just argue, or talk. It was usually just those two voices, but sometimes it was more, or different ones than those two.

He thought maybe it was a mental issue, like a disorder, but couldn't ever remember any mental illnesses that could go side to side with it. It didn't matter much. Those were things he just had to grow to accept.

His mother didn't like it very much when he made endermen sounds or teleported. He wouldn't do it on purpose either. Usually a small 'vrrrrrp' jut appeared when he got started and he'd teleport away when scared.

He found it hard to understand why she had hated him so much those years back. He couldn't remember many of the things he did to make her mad. But the pain from the strokes of her hand staid with him forever. He couldn't forget the sting of being slapped or the burns of water after he'd been forced to stay outside when it had started to rain. What did he even do that time to deserve such punishment?

He couldn't remember...
What ever it was he probably deserved it though.....

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Short back story chapter yeah