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Technoblade and Wilbur.
The princes of L’manburg kingdom.
They are twins, inseparable twins.
Or, at least they once were.
Techno and Wilbur cherished the fact that they were twins. The boys shared an identical look: brown hair, dull red eyes. Sometimes that caused a few problems with people mistaking them with each other, but atop of that they had used their privilege for tons of mischievous pranks. They attended each other’s classes, made their tutors sweat concernedly because just a day prior the prince was speaking French without a lapse, the next day that same prince couldn’t even say “hello” properly. Or when they tricked a soldier to a running competition, made the poor guy run twenty rounds around the castle, just to realize that one prince was standing at the starting line and the other at the end. Or that one time Wilbur had done something bad, and Techno replaced him to take their father’s punishment.
“Does it hurt, Tech?” Wilbur asked, worry prominent in his voice.
Techno cracked a wry smile: “I’m okay Wil.”
“No you are not! Your leg is black! He hit you with his fucking cane!”
“...”
“I’m sorry… Techno, I didn’t mean to skip my violin class… I’m sorry…” Wilbur cried.
“It’s okay, it’s okay Wil. That tutor totally sucks anyway.”
Wilbur chuckled weakly: “Yeah he does.”
“It’s okay… I’ll protect you, always.”
People never saw them without each other. They were the two shoes of a pair, bounding to stick together till the very end.
Inevitably they had to grow up. Growing up means separation, different mindsets.
When they reached 16, everything went south.
L’manburg’s government was deteriorating at the time, the cause being the king’s irresponsibility. While Wilbur longed to take over his father’s throne in order to salvage the country, Techno just wanted the two of them to run away and never look back. He never liked government in the first place.
Eventually Techno got tired of all the misrecognition. He dyed his hair pink.
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Soon enough they reached 17.
Their 18th birthday, was when the war commenced.
To set things clear, L’manburg’s state was absolute shit. Corruption was happening sneakily between senior officials. Taxes kept rising up. The people of the country lived in poverty as the economy declined. Corpses of starving people became a common sight. On the contrary, the royalty lived in luxury solely by robbing off its citizens.
And, oh, the king. You could say he was no help by being a dummy dressed in expensive clothing.
Inevitably, a civil war arose.
The leader of the rebellion was Philza Craft. He was a just mediocre farmer, whose son died of the famine that was taking place.
A man, who had cried until his tears dry.
A man, who had looked at the sky, swearing to himself to take revenge.
A man, who had picked up his sword, gathered an army of dying people, leading them to a war. A revolution.