Pigman (Technoblade x Reader)

Prologue: The Raid

What does it take to change someone's life forever? All it would take to change yours would be a single raid. Well, a raid, and an invitation.

"We could use someone of your skillset."

There is a story of a young girl raised by her father, a blacksmith, in a small village on the outskirts of Technoblade's castle. The blacksmith was renowned for his craftsmanship of weapons and tools, even providing weapons and equipment for the king's guards. Although not well-versed in her father's forging skills, her father taught her the proper way to hold a sword, to fight, and to protect herself from any crisis she stumbled into. The times they lived in were dangerous, and it was even more dangerous to be a woman in them.

As she grew up, in times of danger, the girl learned to utilize her skills to defend herself against hostile enemies.  Whether it was because she stayed out a little too late or because she explored the wrong cave, she was able to fight against the monsters of the dark that would prey on her. And for a while, the girl never had to risk her life to protect anyone aside from herself.

Until that fateful day. The day of the raid.

And then everything for that girl, everything for you, would change.

You would finally wake up.

Wake up.

"Wake up!"

...

"Y/N...!"

Eyes heavy, you stirred awake as you struggled to make sense of your surroundings; it was nearly pitch black in your small bedroom. You blinked a few times, confused, while your vision began adjusting to the darkness of your room. You sat up in your bed, turning your head to the door of your bedroom as you spotted your father standing there, a worried look etched upon his face. "H-Huh? What's going on?"

"There's a raid." He said, the urgency showing clearly in his voice, "The undead are attacking our village. Make haste," He tugged your blanket off of you, "We need to leave."

An attack? You gazed over at your window, but as you suspected, could not make a single thing out. Your head felt like it was spinning. You were having trouble deciphering whether or not the situation was a dream. You looked back over in the direction of your father, "Leave?"

He gave you a curt nod, "Yes Y/N, quickly! We don't have much time."

You shook your head, struggling to follow everything he was telling you, "But father-."

"Don't bother continuing," He interrupted, cutting you off immediately. "I know what you are going to say, but we can't risk our lives for everyone. Not this time." He began to exit your bedroom.

"Some of the townfolks have children with them," You argued, rising to your feet.

Your father whirled around to face you, "And so do I," He retorted, fixing you with his sternest glare.

Your eyes lowered to the ground for a moment as you thought of a way to respond. "I'm not a child anymore," You murmured through the quietness of your bedroom. There was a pause of silence.

"You are to me." Your father finally responded, his voice soft.

For a few moments, everything happening outside was forgotten. You and your father were staring at one another in silence. Just abandoning everyone went against your father's morals. He would never- ever- make that decision on his own. You knew he was only saying this to protect you, his only reminder of your late mother. You were all he had left. And it was for this reason that you pitied him.