— AU wherein;
The hybrids are being hunted, leaving their only choice to escape. The End and Nether dimensions are in shambles, every creature scrambling to escape the hands of the watchers.
The cold biting wind of the void feels heavy on their shoulders later replaced by the warmth of purple flames, burnt chorus bark lingering in the air, charred fruit mushed and smeared against the off-white color of end stones. A piglin hybrid, no older than eleven or twelve, holds the hilt of his netherite sword, the edges sharp and chipped after hundreds of use. The sword glows, enchantments covering the durable metal, a red sheen making it more deadly. In his other arm holds an asleep child, light blond tuft of hair rested against his shoulder, eyelids covering bright blue eyes. A pair of slate eyes watches their surroundings, as various shulker boxes are opened and closed, equipment and supplies being dumped and prepared.
A father with wings dark as the void covers them, matte feathers curling protectively around the children. The unlit portal made out of obsidian lights up, violet particles sparking before a vortex opens, two hybrids tumbling and falling down in their haste. A woman, dressed in regal blood red clothing, and gold tinkling in her every movement stands up, blowing dark hair out of her face. A boy grips to her hand tightly, yellow sweater dusty and covered in soot.
The ground rumbles, as the island shakes, the family holding unto each other tightly as they finish packing, the ender chest snapping shut. The blond-haired father carries a satchel, throwing it on his body before providing elytras to his sons, firework rockets dumped alongside it. The asleep six-year old is carried by the woman, as the father holds a hand on either side, the twins preparing their elytra for flight.
A phantom hybrid stands across the islands, with a young enderman prince beside him, waiting for them to fly over the empty void so that the portal could be closed.
— Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, X Life SMP + other MCYT(’s.)
— Characters:
~ Philza — the only ender avian left, “Angel of Death” and leader of the antarctic empire. married to kristin and father of three adopted boys. kristin is the “Goddess of Death”, with pure white wings.
techbur twins — piglin hybrids
- high IQs and leadership.
- they both have pointed ears. and fangs/tusks.
- towering over everyone as 6′5 foot hybrids.
- scars mark both of their faces, standard piglin birthmarks.
- loves gold. yellow.
- four years older than tommy.
~ Wilbur — the oldest of the techbur twins, smokey grey eyes with pinkish brown curls. wears a bright yellow sweater and maroon beanie, gold piercings and a small golden crown hanging on one of his ears. creative and talented with instruments, educated in leading and planning. faster than most piglins, and one of the fastest (land) hybrids.. can control people’s thoughts or mind using his voice. has the ability to turn intangible (ghostbur) but this is rare, because of how much energy it uses.
~ Techno — the other half / twin, dark slate eyes and long, silky pink hair. white loose button up and high waisted pants, his hair usually braided with yellow flowers. has a small music note pierced to his ear, and gold rings on his fingers. heightened senses and brute strength. quick-witted and devastating in the field, has the ability to limit or control someone’s movements. has no control whenever his eyes turn blood red, violent and relentless, only stopped by his family.
~ Tommy — a nether avian, the first and last in history. the youngest. swift and stealthy, despite his outgoing and bright personality. bright blue eyes and light golden blond hair, small dull dark red horns. a fast runner, and an even faster flier. has dark red wings with splatters of black on some feathers, tipped with gold. a force to be reckoned with. has two rings on his pinky, one from each twin that gives him protection.
Others: —
- Xisuma — a phantom hybrid, the one who was waiting for them so that he can close the End dimension.
- Ranboo — the enderman prince. will be close with tommy and tubbo. (bench trio, my beloved.)
