Blade of Fire

Part 2

Time had passed, it was difficult to measure days and weeks in the Nether as neither a sun set or a moon rose. All there was was a constant reddish gloom, or flecks of ash drifting through the air.

Techno had woken up early and left his quarters for a stroll, watching as all of the miners and traders started up their work, donning hats or checking over stocks. Sometimes strange things came in from other worlds that Piglins had never seen, worlds with sky and water, life and exploration. The Nether was hell in comparison, with blood and fire, rage and red.

The Overworld was something that wasn't talked about in the Nether; it was a taboo subject that was nearly as unkown as the End. The Overworld was uncivilised and barbaric, with no way to get there and certainly no way to get back. It only ran with the firery blood of the Nether deep down underground, and didn't have discipline and order that the Nether had. No strories were told of the Overworld, no stories were needed to. 

Techno came back into focus, distracted by wild thoughts of places far away.

Walking through the market area, he saw children playing.

One woman was telling a story about ancient beasts with three heads to her little Piglin child, or maybe it was a brave warrior that made it above the Nether, into a place with sky, but barren. The brave warrior died up there, alone and afraid. 

"It is much more noble to die for our God, than alone and away from home, because if you want to be a hero, then you have to die like one"

Home. A word that ment so much to Techno. One that he hadn't had the chance to grow up in as many other Piglin Brutes had lost their family to the God, they had been enlisted to join the army.

Techno had met Milnar and Yamlek when he was very young, and they'd stuck together like brothers. They had each other's backs, helped each other in mad heists to steal the best potato broth, or would swing a punch for one another when an older Piglin would get on the wrong side of them. 

They hadn't known any different, but as they were growing older their personalities started to change.

When they were little Piglin boys they had been so similar, all wanting to fight for their God when they grew up, or become rich, or a famous warrior. But when they grew up they started thinking different things, like what weapons they used, what was the best way to cook or dress, who they thought people ought to be, how they thought people should act around them.

As all families do, something was growing underneath the surface of their relationship.