I stopped and looked at him. He didn't notice my disturbance, and he just continued to pick berries.
"Why do you ask?" I asked.
"Well... crap." He put his finger in his mouth afted pricking it on a thorn. "I remember Father telling me and Tommy about him. He seemed like a big thing at the time, but little really is known about him." He giggled to himself. "I remember me and Thomas thinking he was made of blood at first... but he was 5 at the time. Strangely, me and him took comfort in the stories of him slaying 1000 men. But then again, we found comfort in any stories an adult told us, as we had just lost our mother..." Wilbur looked at me. "I believe in Gods, the supernatural and things like that. They make this world more interesting. Do you Technoblade?"
I was shocked. "I do."
"Teachnoblade?" The small boys asked, hugging a plush of a black cat. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Why of cousre." I said. "You and I both know they are real. When you die you meet the God of Limbo. He will take you to live for eternity as a ghost, at what ever age you please."
"So even if you die young, you can still choose to live at an older age?" The boy asked.
"Of cousre. This world is filled with horrible things and is so unfair, that once you leave it, you can choose to do what ever you please."
The boy smiled. "How old are you?"
"21."
"Then I will choose to be 21, the same age the man that saved me was when he saved me!"
I wish he had made it to that age.
"Sir Technoblade?"
I saw Wilbur stood infront of me. He looked concerned. "Sir Technoblade?"
"Yes." I said.
"Pardon me for intruding, but you zoned out. Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine." I scopped some honey out of an empty bees nest. "We should take this back to yours." I placed the honey in a jar in Wilburs bag. He nodded and began walking down the hill.
A rock cought me eye. It was larger than any of the other rocks in this woods.
"Sir Technoblade?" Wilbur asked. "Are you coming?"
"I will be. Go without me for now."
The boy walked back to the small town he had came from. I walked through the forest to the rock. It had somwthing written on it.
Here lies Clayton
Died age 25
I smiled.
"You son of a gun." I laughed a little. I cut my arm with a stick and let blood drip onto the grave. I watched as the bottom of the grave lit up, and a man stood behind the grave, a smiling mask on his face.
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The Way Blood Flows
AdventureWar. Many say it is a horrible thing. I say the war itself isn't the horrible thing. It's the aftermath. That's the horrible thing. Technoblade is the blood God. He is immortal. After losing his son, he longs to be alone for the rest of his immortal...
