All of the soldiers suddenly wake up. They come out of their tents to meet with their General in the middle of the camp. It's the last day of training they have, until they need to go into real battle. Everyone follows Technoblade to their training field and start off with some basic defends and attacks, just to get into the spirit.
Two boys are leaning against their balcony's rail, looking down upon the training. The morning breeze and the weak light of the sunrise doesn't stop them from doing their usual criticising. The shorter blonde shoots up and drags his brother into the room. The older one, clearly surprised and shocked by the sudden movement and energy of the shorter one, stops his brother in the middle of their room.
"What are you doing?"
"I have an Idea, please just trust me."
"Ok... but don't just drag me around."
The other one just nods, makes a small movement with his hand signalling his brother to follow him and steps out of the room. Not many servants or guards are walking around the palace at this time in the morning. No one expects the princes to steal themselves out of the room before sunrise. This gives the boys the perfect opportunity to break the rules and sneak out.
After stopping by every corner they need to pass, the princes finally make it to a big painting. The taller brunette now knows that the shorter one's intentions are to sneak out again. He walks towards the painting and pushes it to the side. The canvas is very light in comparison to its size. Once it is pushed back far enough, the shorter one slips through an opening in the wall that was just covered by the canvas. The blonde doesn't go through the tunnel just yet, instead he grabs a long stick that is attached to the wall inside the tunnel and sticks it out. The brunette on the other side understands immediately what he is supposed to do and lets go of the painting. The canvas comes flying down, but because it is still attached to the screw at the top it makes a curve on its way. The painting gets stopped. The boy that is already sitting in the tunnel needs to tighten his grip around the stick, because of the painting that just slammed against it. The boy on the other side is now able to go through the tunnel as well without having to worry about the canvas blocking his way. Once the brunette fully has entered, the stick is pulled back and the painting closes the secret exit. The boys crawl down the tunnel while giggling and joking around.
Once the two rule-breakers have finally reached the end of the tunnel they first look around if any guards are nearby.
"The coast is clear", mumbles the brunette.
They both step out of the tunnel. Now they're officially out of their 'Safe' castle. They walk towards a long path made out of oak planks and follow it down to the city. The taller brunette is pretty confident that they are going to walk around in the city alone and maybe steal a few snacks.
"So... should we go to Nicki's bakery or somewhere else?"
"Somewhere else," answers the shorter one abruptly.
He stops his brother right in front of an old bench standing to the side of the path. The brunette has a confused look on his face, but that soon changes when he sees where they exactly are at. His eyes follow his younger brother who is taking a few steps closer to the bench. He sits down right on the edge of it and looks over the bench right onto an unnatural spot on the ground. The spot he's looking at, is a pile of soil, obviously covering something. The blonde pushes away the dirt with his feet and reveals a chest buried in the ground. He opens it. Inside are some worn-out clothes and a nice wallet. The brunette has a cheeky smile on his face.
"So we're going under cover, aren't we?"
The blonde one has a much bigger smirk on his face. They both change out of their royal outfits into the dirty simple clothing in the chest. After they've done that they take off their necklace of royalty and stuff it into the wallet. Then they close the chest with their royal clothes and necklaces and cover it again with dirt. They take some and smear it on their face and disorganise their hair.
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FanfictionA war, three heroes and a traumatized general. I have stopped writing this RIP Technoblade, forever in our hearts. *clears throat* FUCK CANCER