after over a year of writing and rewriting many fics that never go to see the light of day, i pushed through one in honour of techno.
a new dawn is about techno’s journey as a warrior from the very beginning, to the time when there is no more war to fight, and he has to live with what he’s done to survive. phil, wilbur and tommy each feature prominently on that journey, and it is also about the sleepy bois becoming a family in yet another universe.
Technoblade was a child of war. It was only natural that war was what he would grow up into.
When he was ten, his father sat him down and told him about the world they live in – the nation that is terrorised by another nation, mercilessly, leaving thousands of children like him without their parents, to fend for themselves. No names were used. No names were important. Just two sides at war and the lives that destroys.
‘You never know what could happen to me or your mother. You never know if tomorrow our house is still going to be there.’ With his hands on Techno’s shoulders, he looked him straight in the eyes and said, ‘I need you to be a warrior, son. Be anything less and you’re as good as dead.’
When he was ten, his father taught him how to fight. He started with the basics: using your body to defend yourself, that an open-handed slap disorients and a punch breaks bones and to use each accordingly. They moved on to hiding his presence in a room; how to make himself seem small, or to create a sense of grandiose if that was what the situation called for. As Techno grew into his height, so did the intensity of his training. His father brought people from all around, everyone who owed him a favour, to teach him how to fight with a sword, with an axe, with a bow. He had people teaching him the strategy of chess and the maths of battles and the mind games of politics.
When he was ten, his entire life was uprooted to become a warrior. He did what he could to make his father proud.
It was only natural that he would find his way onto the battlefield. His father had never gone into war for reasons he kept to himself, but he supported his endeavour. His mother wasn’t as keen, but she knew her son better than to stop him. His sixteenth birthday wasn’t a celebration – it was a goodbye.
keep reading on ao3, the link is in the reblog!
read the full part one here
