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Wilbur did not remember much from his childhood, but there were two nights that would stick with him forever. One from happiness and celebration, and the other from loss and sadness.He preferred to forget about the second, yet no matter what he did, it would stay with him.
The first night, the one of celebration, started off as any other day. Him being 8 at the time, Wilbur would travel throughout the entire Antarctic Palace, having no care in the world. It was exciting living in a home you barely knew, afterall! The palace guards looked at him with loving amusement, as he was the boy that sang of beauty and peace. Wilbur truly was the perfect heir to the throne, the one who would further peace within the fellow kingdoms that surrounded him. With dark brown hair he resembled his mother very well, from his appearance down to his personality. Why would he not?
“Wil, slow down!” huffed a small voice behind him. Turning, Wilbur saw a small bundle of pink hair chasing after him with his own wooden sword, ready to attack. Although the five year old boy held no actual threat towards Wilbur, he still shrieked in excitement and ran the other way, despite the younger boy’s protests.
“Get away from me, Pinkie!” Wilbur laughed as he turned his head to look at his younger brother. Although Technoblade was 3 years younger, he was very fast, and actually catching up to his older brother. “How are you so fast?!”
The pinkette gave Wilbur a devilish smirk, somehow running even faster, clearly catching up with him. “You should have slowed down, I would have shown mercy!”
And with that, Technoblade leaped at his older brother in triumph, sending them both scrambling to the ground in a playful wrestle. Tossing and turning, hands throwing against whatever they could find, Wilbur eventually took the win while giving his brother a friendly shove.
Footsteps were then heard in the distance, those of heels against fragile stone. Wilbur glanced to the corridor to his left, assuming whoever was coming must be coming from that direction.
He was right! Wilbur felt proud of himself as he saw a figure start to hurriedly run towards him. With dark brown hair and snow-white skin came the Queen of the Antarctic Empire. Although in a hurry, her grace did not fail her, as she looked as though she were gliding instead of running. Her bright blue dress was flowing behind her, long sleeves blowing in the wind she created. It was surely a sight to see for many, for who often stumbled across a queen?
The palace guards around them bowed their heads, placing their hands in a fist near their hearts. Wilbur didn’t really understand why, since all he knew is that this was his mother, the one person in the world he felt truly safe with. Seeing her so suddenly, both Wilbur and Techno shrieked in delite, getting off of the ground to greet her.
“Oh, my boys, hello!” the queen smiled, although there was a gleam in her eye that seemed off to her sons. Wilbur was far too polite to say anything, not wanting to offend her, Techno went into it without hesitation.
Tilting his head in confusion, Techno simply said, “Why are you looking at us so funny?”
Wilbur mentally banged his head against the wall next to him. You don’t just outright ask that! However their mother didn’t seem offended, rather she looked cautious. “Well, you see…”
Silence. For about 10 seconds, all that filled the air was awkward silence. Even the guards, who rarely showed any form of emotions around the queen, looked at her through the corners of their eyes.
Looking around her surroundings, she seemed to have made up her mind about what she wanted to say. “It’s best that I show you, my little doves. It’s difficult to explain.” The two boys looked at each other with even more confusion than before, however didn’t question anything. The queen stretched both of her hands out, causing them to grab a hold of her.
Around five minutes of twists and turns throughout the palace hallways, they stopped in front of an iron door. “Can I knock, please?” Wilbur asked, looking at his mother with pleading eyes.
“Of course, sweetheart,” she smiled, letting go of his hand.
Leaping in excitement he tapped on the door three times, such little things gave him amusement and curiosity. However what greeted him were not sounds of footsteps at first, rather the sound of something more strange, something he had heard before when Techno was little… Was that the sound of crying? Someone was crying on the other side of the door?
He didn’t get much time to think about it as he heard a soft voice make a shushing noise, then a stumble towards the door to open it for the royal family.
To his surprise, the shushing had come from his father, the King of the Antarctic Empire. And in his hands held a small baby, one with bright blonde hair and icy blue eyes. A red and white blanket covered him up, and although Wilbur was still learning how to read, he saw a small name tag attached to the bundle of wool. It read To...Tomm...Tommy?
“Why are you holding a baby?”
Technoblade was always so forward, yet always asking what Wilbur wanted to know. Looking up at their father, the two boys waited for an explanation.
“Hello boys,” the king glanced down at them, then at the baby. “This is Tommy, he was found outside of our palace gates around an hour ago. A note was attached to him and… well boys, it turns out he’s a gift from the Blood God himself.”
The Blood God? Wilbur tried thinking back to when his father would talk mindlessly about this so-called God of theirs. All he could remember is if enough blood was spilled in the Pit Tournaments, the god would grant them gifts of protection. This made no sense to Wilbur though, how does this baby give them protection? It’s a baby!
“Long story short,” began their mother, kneeling down to their head levels. Although Wilbur was significantly taller than Techno, she managed to always get the perfect level of communication. “Welcome your new brother to the family!”
The day Wilbur’s baby brother arrived has been one of his greatest memories. Both Technoblade and Tommy gave him such joy and love, and he knew his life was going to be great. How could it go wrong for him? He was the prince to his fair and just kingdom, had a loving family, and would one day take his father’s place as king.
Looking into Tommy’s blue eyes, he smiled widely, tickling the baby's chin. “Hi Tommy, I’m Wilbur!”
Little did they all know, the welcoming of this child would start the greatest war known to three empires.