Finding Them

        "Tubbo!" Tommy yelled. The small brunet boy turned to face his friend.

"Hello Tommy!" he greeted.

"Do you think your brothers will let you go to town with me?" the blonde asked. Tubbo thought for a moment, his face grimacing.

"I don't know, not after what happened last time."

"Just because we get into a fight one time means nothing! I was just trying to do business, but no one wanted to do business!" Tommy defended himself and Tubbo sighed defeated.

"I suppose so. Let's go!"

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Meanwhile a couple kingdoms over a boy with unnaturally pink hair stood facing the valley that stretched for miles. His eyes were glossed over in thought, a stoic expression molded his face. The boy had been trained since he was a child. Said trainer was evil, working the child past his limits. Malnutrition was a common thing for the boy, the cold even more so. Now, the boy was one of the strongest people in the world. With this power he intended to leave and start his own life; one where he wasn't a dog on a leash.

"Techno! Get inside now!" Yeah, he was ready to leave. With that, the pink haired boy went back inside and prepared his freedom.

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"I know it must sound insane, but that's part of the package. If you can't handle me at my worst, she doesn't deserve my mental baggage." A man with brown floofy hair sang and strummed his guitar. The town square was bustling today, what a perfect day for a performance. People of all ages were in the marketplace today. The man had a passion for music, and was working towards molding it into more of a more solid profession.

Most people loved to hear and see his performances, but they didn't always end up like that. His childhood was spent in and out of the orphanage, family was something he never experienced.

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"And, that should do it." A man with blonde hair finished packing away his things and took a look around his house. It was a simple small house two rooms, but it was enough for him. Nothing was left on the shelves but a trail of dust. The man had three bags with him, one full of scrolls, one full of his belongings and the final filled with food. He hoisted the sacks onto his steed and off he went.

When it was finally nightfall he stopped and set up a camp. One thought crossed his mind before he fell into a dreamless sleep. I have to find them.

Phil had been traveling for quite some time at this point. The quest to find his brothers was long and tiring, but he knew he needed to find them. That's what his scroll told him at least.

It was about the second week into his journey when he came across a rather odd-looking man. He had long pink hair, his face was littered with scars and scrapes. After a long day's travel, he had stopped at a local inn to rest for the night. It was small and cozy, yellow light illuminating the building. A bell jingled as he opened the door, the sound of his boots across the wooden floor creaked and clacked with each step. When Phil turned to see who had entered the shop, he was not expecting a man looking like this. The lady who had previously been helping Phil turned to greet the new customer.

"One room please." The man's voice was deep, rough and monotone, contradicting but also matching his appearance perfectly.

"Oh, I'm very sorry but our last room was just booked." The man's face dropped slightly in disappointment, but if Phil hadn't been staring at him for the entire time, he wouldn't have noticed the small change. The man had obviously been traveling for a while now, and looked quite tired so Phil did what he thought was right.

"If you don't mind sharing a room, I'd be more than happy to share, if you'd like." Welp, now he's done it; there's no taking that back. The man looked at him skeptically, contemplating and trying to figure out what Phil's motive was. In the end he nodded his head slightly, agreeing to his offer.

Soon the two got to the room. Once the door was shut behind them, the man went rummaging through his pocket, pulling out a pouch full of coins and tried to pay Phil for the room.

"Hey mate, don't worry about it I have it covered. My names Phil by the way, what about you?"

"Technoblade."

Phil immediately stopped what he was doing. He finally found one of them.

"Technoblade you say?" Phil asked quietly in disbelief. The man in question however looked even more confused and skeptical then he had even earlier that night.

"Yes?" At the conformation Phil reached for his satchel full of ancient scrolls. The scrolls that had led him here in the first place. There were four scrolls in total, each being relatively the same length. To any literate person they would be relatively easy to read, finishing them in a matter of minutes; but that was only to a specific type of literate person. Philza was one of these people. A person who could read the ancient script sprawled across the parchment with prophecies to be upheld.

The first one foretold the future of a nation. It foretold Phil's quest to find his brothers, the great suffering of the people with them gone, the four sons who had been scattered across the lands, and finally; it had foretold to Phil that they were not human.

The first of the scrolls, however, was the only one Phil could read. He had attempted to read the others before but they made absolutely no sense. It was if every time he tried the markings would move, jitter, blur; never allowing him to understand what they had held. When Phil finally grabbed the third scroll from his sack and held it out to Techno.

"Try reading this." Techno grabbed the scroll hesitantly, eyes narrowing at the man in distrust.

"What does it say?" Techno could only grow more wary as the man's actions continued. Why did the man want him to read the scroll, was he illiterate?

"Why are you asking me to read about a group of people taking back a kingdom?" So that's what the third scroll contained.

"You can read it?" Phil asked.

"Yes?"

"Techno, I think we are brothers."