𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 | 𝐦𝐜𝐲𝐭

𝟎𝟑 | 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨

Ch. 3–siege

Technoblade found no need for war, not yet whilst all three races were still recovering from the one seventy years ago—they all suffered extreme losses that he only now began to realize as a ruler. Every single soldier was of dire importance, he never paid much attention to it when he was younger but now, he saw that if by any chance they were to fight again, his kingdom would not make a comeback.

His grip tightened against the scales of his dragon as the wind whipped through his long pinkish hair. He passed over a cluster of mages, their spells going off in bright, colorful sparks like fireworks against an otherwise dark field. As the shadow of the beast came closer, they stopped to wave up at him from their position on the ground. He smiled, just barely, to himself and stuck one hand out to acknowledge their greeting.

Techno was always seen as cold and silent but as a ruler, the things he offered from the background made his people believe that behind his brooding figure was a benevolent king who just didn't want to admit that he had gotten attached- part of which was true, but he was just feeding them like lambs to the slaughter. He had long ago prepared for the day that they'd all be killed, either on the battlefield or someplace else. And only he and his elites would remain.

See, the way humans selected a ruler was...interesting, to say the least. A tournament would be held, and whoever came out on top—as in, won several battles against various opponents, would ascend to the throne. It took place every eight or so years—he still had four years, but he wasn't all that worried about whoever would come to challenge him next. He was a Dragon Tamer, his strength was unparalleled.

It was a dangerous class to select because of the sheer power dragons had. His parents had to sign several papers stating that if he died, either by getting mauled or eaten or burnt to a crisp, the school wouldn't be held liable. They worried for him, initially, but it seemed that after only two years of training he had made his way to the very top of the food chain, him and his beast, whom he had appropriately named 'Titan' due to its size, curb-stomped all of the competition.

And because of that, he wasn't too afraid of fighting Dream or Badboyhalo, the winner would be clear before the battle even began. Techno wasn't worried about himself at all, but his people, those who depended on him for orders and protection, did not have such advantages, one of the main reasons he searched for the backup of the twins. Given, it would make him a bit overpowered, but it was certainly better than nothing.

As he grew closer to the Iron Stygian that he called the capital, the same place where he and mainly nobles and high-ranking officials resided. Titan glided easily over the steel peaks of estates and houses, and in one great flap of his leathery wings, landed directly in front of the palace, touching down on a square of worn stone.

He was about to dismount when one of the barracks exploded in a shower of orange and green flames.

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"They really do treat you like children, don't they?"

Tubbo nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice called from behind him. Tommy had gone to bed and, although he tried many times, he simply couldn't sleep, so he stood leaned against the balcony that looked out onto the land. He thought it was just him, but everything was...eerily quiet. Usually, crickets would chirp and the grass would rustle, and occasionally, he'd listen to the call of a dragon descending the mountains, perhaps to catch its prey.

He whipped around, long since having changed out of the dumb suit and into a shirt and a pair of jeans like a normal person. Behind him stood a man, certainly taller than him, in a black suit and curled ram's horns that wrapped around both of his sheep-like ears. Jschlatt smiled coldly.

"Oh! Um—Jschlatt! It's a bit late, isn't it? The gathering's over, you can uh, go back..." Tubbo pushed himself further against the rim of the balcony. He cast a fleeting glance at the cliffs beneath it. He felt sweat accumulate at the back of his neck and palms as he gushed out words that weren't quite right. Why was he suddenly...so anxious?

"I know that, I couldn't give half a rat's ass about the gathering. What I'm here for, is a deal. A compromise, maybe." He responded. Schlatt tapped his foot impatiently against the floor. Tubbo paused for a few seconds before peeking a brow.

"A compromise?" He inquired, earning a nod.

"You two are always ignored, thrown aside despite your importance. I can change that. I can help you. I'll make sure you and Tommy are treated like the gods that you are. With a cost, of course."

He had to admit that, for the most part, he was right. Tubbo and Tommy never bothered to stand up for themselves because there wasn't a point, they'd just get shouted down again because of their biological age. Having at least a bit of respect, instead of being fought over like some kind of trophy, sounded like a nice change, but...

"What's the catch...?" He asked slowly. There was no way Schlatt would offer such a deal without some kind of compensation in return, and Tubbo had a hunch as to what that payment would be. He didn't like it very much. (do NOT take that out of context)

"Oh that's simple! When I declare war on the humans, you two will back me up! Think about it, we'll be unstoppable! Even the mighty Technoblade will kneel before us, sound good?" He clapped his hands together and grinned broadly, revealing sharp canine teeth. No, impossible. Tommy would never ever agree to that, and neither would he. Besides, Schlatt couldn't do much to either of them—they were, as he said, gods. Any attempt at harming either of them would be in vain, it was just how the All-Knowing went about things. And frankly, Tubbo wasn't complaining.

"Oh and by the way, if you decline, well, I have forces surrounding the human capital, all I have to do is give the word and..."

He made an explosion gesture with his hands.