Lost in a New World {Discontinued Version} <Read Des for Rewrite info>

A Story {10}

(Ok so you need to know this but idk how to explain it in the story. So when they where on their first cycle/birth-end year number every thousand years was like one. So if Wilbur was "10" he was actually 10,000. So he was psychically and psychologically ten for a thousand years.Once he got to his ending age, he'd go back to 15,00 and not birth. That time it's only psychical with slight mood attributes to being a teen, but not as bad as being an actual teen. Also each one has a 'soul ability' due to their status. What status? You'll see later. Make sense? No? Ok.

Third Person (Technoblade Focus)

Technobalde huffed as he rammed the sword into the body of the dummy. Stuffing went flying around,
their descent making it look like off white snow puffs fell from the sky. He yanked the sword from the abdomen of the dummy. He fumbled slightly,he ha sheen at this for a few hours. He felt a hand on his shoulder and stiffened. He whipped around just to see a kindly face smiling softly.

"Techno, put down the sword, it's just me," Phil said casually. When Technobalde didn't move, he
reached over and pinched the tip of the katana. He lowered the weapons, a few drops of blood dripping from his finger tips. The latter stood still, as if he was just waking up. Phil just took him by the arm and started to walk. "Come one you big oaf, I can't carry you anymore so you'll need to move your legs."

The two walked in silence for a while.
In a flash Techno randomly stopped and yelled, "No! Watch out Phil!" He blinked and quickly looked around. No one else was there. "I thought...where is the training room? And my katana ?"

Phil continued to lead him, "You got in a trance again. I'm taking you home. You need to rest."
Techno looked to Phil, looking at him, inspecting. He grabbed his hand and held it up. It was bandaged from where he had grabbed the blade.

"Phil-"

"I wasn't you, I grabbed the blade. You just froze up," he said, trying to sound kind but coming off a bit cold.
"You need to to get them under control. Last time you hurt Wil and he almost found out. Now we have humans around. I know they act like us, but their fleshy bodies are much weaker. I'm not trying to punish you or yell, I just don't want anymore bloodshed," he said, his tone softening. Techno looked to the ground as he was lead inside the familiar cave.

"Phil, I'm not tried. I should go on a walk to clear my mind-"

"No buts. I know about you go out at night. I'm not sure why, and it's none of my business. As long as you aren't getting hurt or anyone else, then it's fine," Phil said like the #swagdad he is. "No one is getting hurt, right?" He asked after a moment.

"Not psychically."

"Well that's the best I can ask for from you. Anyways, lay down. It's bed time," Phil stated.

"But Phil-"
Phil walked to a stack of boxes and opened one out, pulling out an old tattered blanket.
There where patches all over it and the sides seemed a bit burnt. Technobalde stopped talking. As if mesmerized, he walked over and gently took it from his hands. "Where did you get this?"

"Lay down over there and I'll tell you, but you have to sleep afterwards," Phil said. "No buts or agreements or I'll retract that offer and you'll just have to sleep."

"What if I don't sleep?" He asked, challenging him.

"There is a frying pan in the corner, don't make me power you off manually."