Bloodshed [ Technoblade x Reader ]

25

Everything was ready. Everything was prepared. Armour had been enchanted and strengthened. Swords had been sharpened. Bows and crossbows had been tightened. The soldiers were all well-fed and trained. Everything was going to plan.

Everything other than yourself.

You felt like a mess. Your favourite sword wasn't enchanted fully so it felt slightly heavier than usual. You hadn't had enough time to have your armour repaired yet so it was slightly damaged. You had given some of your rations away to some younger soldiers because the royal kitchen simply didn't have enough for them. And then of course was your mind. You couldn't focus on anything other than the conversation you and Aegeus shared the previous night.

But you had to focus on other things. Like leading your troops towards the battlefield.

The Nether roof glowed, and a thick blanket of smoke covered the netherrack, creating an ominous setting that caused a wave of unease to wash over you. The whole area made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, your mind buzzing as you scanned your surroundings, searching for emergency escape routes and such.

It was strange, to be so uncomfortable and unsafe in your own home. Your own territory. The very place you were born, brought up and raised up in. But this was war. It is full of pain, tragedy, rage and, most commonly, loss. You just hoped your side didn't have to experience too much of that.

As you walked across the barren wasteland you called home, you felt like an unsettling sense of deja vu, something rather strange as you were sure you had never taken this path to war or battle before. You knew this place like the back of your hand, there was no way you had done this very thing in this very place before.

Though, now that you looked at the back of your hand, you realised that maybe you didn't know the place that well seeing as you had a rather old-looking scar across the back of your hand that you had never noticed. If you didn't know what the back of your hand looked like, how on earth were you meant to know where you were?

You began to panic, taking in your surroundings at a much faster pace, your head turning from side to side, eyes flickering from left, right and centre. Your breathing began to speed up, your armour suddenly felt just mildly too heavy, your sword too long and your bow too thin.

Yep. Definitely panicking. So, you decided to do the trick your mother taught you all those years ago. You tapped your fingertips against your thumb, missing your ring finger on purpose, hoping that this would distract you.

But right as you started to do so, you realised why you hadn't done this technique in a while. You were too good at it. You could tap your fingers and miss the one with perfect precision every time, without even focusing.

Therefore, instead of calming yourself down, you seemed to make yourself more stressed, now also thinking of ways to lessen your panic.

All of a sudden, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your hand flew to the hilt of your sword as you turned your head to look at the person with eyes full of panic. This was it. This would be how the war would begin and end. The ex-princess, now army general, being brutally murdered on their way to battle.

Only it wouldn't be. You were just paranoid. It wasn't a either skeleton standing behind you, or anyone else who wanted you dead. It was simply just Aegeus. He jumped back slightly when he saw your hand fly to your sword but still remained near you.

"Woah, Woah. Easy. It's just me" Aegeus said, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and dropped your hands to your side, slowing down your walking pace slightly so you could walk side by side.