Children of The Broken Crown | The Divided Nations

Prologue: The beginning of a new era

 author's notes: This story isn't fully canon to the true Legends SMP storyline. It's from my ideas and views.

This story has homophobic and transphobic slurs, triggering actions such as violence, gore, depressive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, panic attacks, yelling, abuse, and death. There might be more triggering events that might not be stated. Read with caution, you have been warned. 

This is takes place 500 years after the dream smp! It's basically Dream SMP but origins!

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War is all they know in these lands with endless bloodshed. Peace was never an option as more and more malevolent nations were erected from the ground up. Treaties and alliances were torn apart like the nations, and kingdoms that made them. Some praised and prayed to gods of minor importance as if they had the power and influence to rule the cosmos like the true gods and celestials. Others broke the age-old traditions of the former, once complete, singular nation. The one that had ruled over all in peace and harmony in the first place.

Some of these nations and kingdoms were the once great and noble L'manburg, the formerly illustrious and wealthy Las Nevadas, what used to be the beautiful and scenic Kinoko Kingdom, sadly replaced with the soul-crushing, powerful, corrupt Temple Nation, otherwise known as the great Desert Power. The ruling races that control these nations and kingdoms are the peaceful and pacifistic Enderians, otherwise known as the great Titans of The End (ironically mostly inaccurate), the speedy, flighty Elytrians, the Champions of the Skies. The leviathans of the deep oceans, the Guardians, the wardens of their oceanic realm. The scapegrace of the heavens, the Piglins, the giants of hell. Finally, the mysterious and very much humid Marsh, the strange entities that reside in the edges of the world, the reclusive swamps.

0187506 joined the game

The room was loud, busy, and stressful. White lab coats and safety goggles on every single individual there. The entity stood in a small room, ceiling low and boxed in a way that feels like it's getting smaller and smaller the longer you're in there, the only wall not made of a reinforced concrete brick pattern was a one way mirror. Everyone on the outside is able to bear witness to the small room's contents but the being inside is unable to see anything but the claustrophobia-inducing, poor excuse of a room, nothing but boring gray concrete that can drive someone, anyone, insane given enough time.

The beautiful golden glow of the subject's eyes slowly got closer to the mirror, a curious and fearful look in he- the entities eyes. She-it looked around slowly, examining the tiny room, then its hands, carefully examining its scars, the nearly invisible dark gray, borderline black, lines lining it's knuckles and hands, creeping up their forearms. They slowly looked up from their scarred arms, feeling like she was being watched, an ever present feeling of tens of hundreds of eyes staring. "It's truly alive. We succeeded once more in the creation of its species. It's not like the others, it survived the first night!" One of the researchers exclaimed ecstatic. "There's an issue, albeit small one, an issue regardless." A researcher said from the side timidly, "It's an enderian/elytrian hybrid."

"My good associate, might I ask, what in the everloving fuck might that mean?" The first researcher, seemingly the lead, asked. Curiosity and worry melding together to form a quizzical tone, an underlying threat in his voice, saying that if there was even the smallest fuck up, someone was getting fired. "The command block needed a proper amount of DNA. We weren't able to take enough of 0017701's blood without permanent changes to their health so we used the elytrian hybrid's blood. She is not a pure Witherheart as you now know." The second, more timid researcher pointed out.

"Let me ask, is that something that will negatively affect us?" The lead researcher asked.

"No." The second person replied meekly. "Then no need for concern, as long as it works as intended, then our arses won't be flamed and we won't get fired, if I get curious about how you obtained the hybrid's blood though, you do not reply, curiosity killed the cat as you know."