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Chapter 1 - L'manburg or L'ameburg?

16 Years Later

Y/N stood at the top of a hill because it's cliché and we need something that looks cool. It's cool outside, but you're warm inside your black outfit. It was a gift from your father, Technoblade, when you turned 18 and decided to go out adventuring on your own while your father was... something about breaking beds. It was an all-black, skin-tight leather suit with a hood and mask. Techno had told her how some people in the world wore masks to protect what they looked like. Some were because they were self-conscious, others, like you, because it was SCARY. Intimidation made people less confident when they fought them.

Like your father, you went under an alias. Yours was given to you by Techno, after you kept sneak attacking him. Your outfit was actually based on it. You went by Shadow.

The only other thing Technoblade told you not to do was openly let people know he was your father. His reasoning was something about them being more likely to challenge you. To be honest, you had stopped listening halfway through. The only problem with that was that Techno had sewn a golden crown like his onto your hood, which was quite uncomfortable, but you didn't mind.

With a sigh, you walked over to your horse, H/N, and hopped on. You were running low on supplies and there was supposedly a town around three miles away. Urging H/N faster, you bolted down the hill and towards the city.

It was so nice out, with the sun beating down and the wind whipping into your hood. You were tempted to take your hood down and loose your H/C hair out of its whip-thin braid and let it fly, but decided it was probably not the best idea.

The city loomed up out of nowhere, with tall, half-built walls and a collection of random houses clustered within. As you approached, you heard the familiar twang of a bow. Without a second guess, you bend yourself backward on your horse, the arrow whizzing over your head. Narrowing your eyes, you fluidly go from lying down to standing on top of your horse before rolling to the ground in front of an arrow slit. Unsheathing your sword, the bring it down in an arc of black and purple before you hear a voice.

"TOMMY? WHAT THE HONK ARE YOU DOING?" a brown-haired man cried, running out from behind a wall. You pause with your sword pointed right above a boy's throat. "I TOLD YOU TO WATCH FOR DREAM, NOT A FREAKING STRANGER!"

The blond boy under your sword twisted to look at the man, his bow disappearing from his hand. "WILBUR WHAT IF THIS IS DREAM OR GOGY OR SAP?"

Your eyes narrowed. In your carefully cultivated monotonous voice, you ask, "Who the hell is Dream?" There was a moment of surprised silence.

The man named Wilbur's eyes were wide. "That voice... that sounds lik-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO DREAM IS?" the blond boy giggled, his laugh harsh and mocking. You flicked your Netherite sword an inch closer to his face.

"And why should I?" you asked coldly. "I'm a traveler, not a stupid boy who shoots at every Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks too close to his precious blackstone walls." You poke the sword even closer to his face. "I only came here for supplies, but I'd be happy to leave blood here as payment."

Wilbur held up his hands, waving his arms like mustard-yellow flags. "Woah, Woah, Woah, calm down! Tommy didn't mean anything, right Tommy?"

Blond-Boy Tommy nodded. "You aren't, by chance, a member of the Dream SMP, right?"

You gave him a blank stare, even though you knew he couldn't see it. "I have no clue that that is."

Wilbur sighed. "It's a really big empire, pretty much. Only here, l'manburg, isn't under his control."