Blood for the Blood Gods: A Skepnoblade Fanfic (ON HIATUS)

Chapter Eighteen

He's in Everdalia, Dave thought giddily. That's not far off. The men are close!

Glancing out the window, he did a quick calculation in his head. It's about 3 pm, that left about 6 hours to search, maybe more if he strained himself. That's fine. He grabbed his sword that lay in his dresser, pulling himself into his trademark red-and-white fluff cloak with grey breeches and a white shirt.

He shoved a couple other things in his coat pockets, and picked up his sword again. He pushed open his door, nearly ramming into a frantic Hanna.

"Where do you think you're going?" She said, standing up straight. She was about a head shorter than the pig, but her tone made him step back.

"Well...I was going out to find Zak..." he said quietly. Saying it out loud sounded childish.

Hanna sighed, grabbing his sword and lightly tossing it back into his room. "You expect yourself to find him all on your own?" She said. "You have a kingdom to run, for God's sake! What'll we do if you get taken too?"

Dave sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought-"

"No, Dave. You're not leaving. You especially can't go alone."

"You'll come with me?" Dave perked up, his eyes pleading.

"Hell no!" Hanna exclaimed. "I'm not prancing  around on your horse Clay-"

"Brick."

"Brick, sorry, off to who knows where. You're 17, Dave, you can't just leave your mother and subjects, and me here!"

He paused at that. He had barely noticed the years go by after he had become king. He was already seventeen? He swore he was 16...

"And-" she continued. "And and and...the MCC is in a week. I know you don't wanna miss out on it."

The MCC, once standing for something, but now was just an acronym because the author is too lazy to think of a medieval name for Minecraft. The author is also too lazy to make teams, so it's gonna be a solo event. There are challenges to complete, and if you fail, you are eliminated. Last person standing wins 10,000 gold pieces. It happens once every half-century, so if Dave wants to participate, he'll have to do it now.

Hanna tapped his shirt collar. "Dave, listen. Why don't you go blow off some steam or something. Is that the right words? Whatever. Go sword fight or something."

Dave spluttered. "You can't tell me what to do! I'm a king, I should be ordering you around!"

Hanna glared at him. "Well I have to clean your room either way, so you gotta move."

"Fine." Dave stepped aside to let Hanna past. "Don't touch my sword!"

"No promises!" She called out before shutting the door behind her with a click.

Huffing, Dave started to walk towards the training arena, deciding to go and train for the MCC while he could.

He made it inside, finding many warriors in there, some training, some chatting, and yep comparing weapons. As soon as the king walked in, however, a hush fell across the room.

"King Dave?" one whispered. "What's he doing here?"

"Technoblade!" Another exclaimed softly, earning a small jab from his friend.

Technoblade? Dave thought as he grabbed a wooden longsword warily. What kind of name is that?

A brave male stood up shakily, walking up to the king. "C-can I spar with you?" He asked.

Dave shrugged. "Sure. You using that?"

The boy looked down at the small wooden dagger in his hand, swapping it out for a sword the same length as the pig's. "No, I'll use this."

The king nodded, pacing back three steps. The entire room watched with bated breath, waiting for the battle to begin.

The boy darted forwards, slicing at Dave's sword arm. Taken aback, the pig stepped backwards, jabbing at the boy's own arm. He staggered back, grabbing the arm and hissing in pain.

Dave shook his head, running forwards and sinking his sword into the boy's stomach.

"Jeez, I yield!" He exclaimed, doubling over. "How did Darryl even beat you? You're unstoppable!"

The king narrowed his eyes. So the man had bragged about his win. Typical.

"You should've gone for the mind," his friend said as the male sulked back to him. "Isn't that how he won? Talking about Technoblade's relation-" he stopped as he saw Dave glaring at him, turning his gaze to his lap.

"Well that was rude," Nick remarked. "Using his crush against him."

"Shove off, idiot," George hissed.

"Well then, that was exhilarating. I think that's enough for today." Dave shouldered his cape, extending his hand towards the boy. "Good fight."

Eyes widening, the male grasped his hand and shook it vigorously, all dejectedness gone from his eyes. In reality, he had been easy to fight, but Dave wasn't going to say that in front of all his friends.

As he turned towards the exit, he paused at the door. "What did you call me again?" He mused. "Technoblade? Yes, Technoblade. I like it. Has a nice ring to it."

And with one final grin that no one but him could see, the king departed from the arena.