A small piglin war prince was kicked out of his home, just a few years old, due to helping an outsider cloaked in green. the boy was the same age as him, he felt the need to help. That was over 10 years ago, he is currently 17, growing up with a new family. The adult had told Technoblade to call him Dadza or Phil, which ever he was most comfortable with. Being given a new home with a new family Technoblade was eager to continue life. Even if others wished his own death. Technoblade grew to be a feared warrior, that was what he was trained to be after all, from the age of just 6 he had known how to hold a sword. This was just something to help grow my writing skills plus I get out all of simping energy into this instead of wasting money I do not have on a cosplay. If you enjoy I do not know why. |Warning| this will contain depressive moments and thoughts, this will also contain possible self harm you have been warned, please do not report me or anything |Warning| This is my first time writing, enjoy.