The New Start

Chapter 54

I'm sorry, I think

And yeah, happy birthday to all my Norwegian readers or smt <33

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3rd person pov:

Sapnap was walking through the snow, his sword strapped by his side and the nether it's armour was making the walk harder than it probably would have without it, but the blaze hybrid didn't like the cold, so if the travel would have to take another hour for him to stay more warm and protected, that would have to be.

The snow crunching under his boots when he stepped onto the small staircase leading up to Techno's cabin. Positive surprised that the piglin hadn't noticed him and came out to get him yet. Not that Sapnap would complain, he wasn't there for Technoblade anyway.

No, Sapnap was there for something completely else, someone else.

He did care about knocking on the door, formalities thrown away as he kicked it open, supervised by how easy it went, he didn't think Techno was the one to take security lightly.

As Sapnap burst through the door, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his intended target. Techno's cabin was sparsely furnished, with a simple wooden table, a few chairs, and a fireplace crackling with warmth. But his focus was drawn to the couch of the room, where a figure huddled the corner. Where Techno sat just second ago, where the warrior who now stood upon his feets, sword drawn sat just second ago with a book and Dream beside him.

"Technoblade, what an honor" Sapnap spat, venom dripping from his voice.

Techno's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Sapnap, his grip on his sword tightening. He rose from the couch, standing tall and unyielding, ready to defend himself and those he cared about. "Sapnap," Techno's voice carried a steely edge, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I wasn't expecting you here. What brings you to my cabin uninvited?"

Sapnap sneered, his lips curling into a malicious grin. "I'm here for Dream," he spat, emphasizing each word with a venomous tone. "He needs to answer for his crimes."

Dream's eyes widened in terror as he looked from Sapnap to Techno, his body trembling with fear. He clutched the edge of the couch, desperately seeking some form of protection in this escalating confrontation.

Techno's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with a dangerous calmness. "Dream is under my protection," he declared firmly. "You won't lay a finger on him."

Sapnap's expression twisted with rage, his grip tightening around his sword. "You think you can protect him? You're just as guilty as he is!"

The tension in the room reached its breaking point, the air thick with animosity and impending violence. Techno's hand tightened around his sword hilt, his resolve unyielding.

"If you insist on starting a fight, Sapnap," Techno's voice was low and controlled, "then be prepared to face the consequences."

Without warning, Sapnap lunged forward, his sword swinging toward Techno with a fury. The clash of metal echoed through the cabin as Techno skillfully parried Sapnap's attack, their blades sparking against each other.

Dream watched in horror, his breath catching in his throat as he witnessed the violent confrontation unfolding before him. Fear gripped his heart, his mind filled with the echoes of past trauma.

Techno's movements were precise and calculated, his battle instincts honed from countless encounters. He matched Sapnap blow for blow, their swords colliding in a deadly dance. The room seemed to shrink as their clash intensified, leaving little space for anything but the escalating conflict.