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Gone.
Gone were the two things Tommy loved most in this world. Gone was the Empress and Emperor of the Antarctic Empire. Gone was the glue holding the capital together. Gone was his freedom. Gone was his childhood. Gone were the loving arms that held him after a nightmare. Gone were the voices that soothed him. Gone were his parents.
Tommy was only a mere child, seven years of age, when he was crowned emperor. He was naive, and still healing from the loss of the ones he held closest. Making manipulation against him easy. Allowing the minds of the rival party to worm their way into the decision making in the kingdom.
Causing the downfall of the economy and the people of the capital and surrounding towns to suffer. All while the lords and noble folk got their pockets lined with riches. They found joy in taking advantage of a child too young to understand anything about his current position. Allowing them to gain more power than the emperor himself.
The empire began to despise the boy, blaming him for their suffering, forgetting that he was merely a child. They demanded to see the face of the emperor who refused to leave the safety of his castle.
Days of warm greetings and fun turned into cold stares and work. And as he continued to grow older, the empire continued to fall. A rebellion rising in the shadows.
He would frequently escape from the castle with the help of his two best friends, Tubbo and Ranboo. One being the son of the late Chancellor J. Schlatt and the other being the sibling to the baker's daughter, Niki.
He would use illusion magic to hide his royal features and take the appearance of a commoner. He would travel to a tavern day after day to visit his idol. The man who showed him how to wield a sword properly and informed him of the going ons of the empire. The progress of the rebellion, and most importantly, how he had been manipulated, how much his citizens were suffering due to his ignorance, and more.
Tommy swore undying loyalty to the cause. The cause that would end his reign and cause his untimely demise. He was ashamed he allowed this to happen. Devastated about the state of his empire and how he allowed it to get this way under the idea everything was fine.
He put all of his determination and effort into the rebellion. Making sure it would go perfectly.
Which led to this moment. The night he would finally fall.
He sat upon his throne that was still much too large for his frame, waiting for the leader of the effort to show. Waiting for the man he considered his family to show and free the empire from his tyranny.
He was patiently waiting for the retired war hero Technoblade. A man of legend who slayed the dragon and brought the kingdom to many victories.
The young emperor could hear noise outside, from the rebels storming the castle. They were coming to destroy it all. And he didn’t care, not anymore. He wasn’t as young and naive as he used to be, though he was still very young.
Death was something he accepted long ago. In fact, he awaits it with open arms. He is ready to go to the afterlife of paradise and be with his late family once again. Free from the burdens of the world that so badly wanted to see him fall.
As he sat, he began to hear loud footsteps bouncing through the halls toward the throne room. He was almost here. It was time.
The large, ornate, dark oak doors swung open violently and there he was. The man who would end his life.
Upon laying his eyes on the so called tyrant emperor, Technoblade’s heart shattered. Tommy could see it in his eyes. That he was not what the warrior expected to see.
“Welcome Technoblade! I’ve been longing to show you the halls of my castle! Unfortunate timing as this is where you end my life hmm?” He said, “Go on now, you mustn't keep the people waiting.”
All Technoblade could do was stare. He couldn't believe the boy he had grown so fond of over the years turned out to be the tyrant emperor he was rebelling against. The one he was supposed to kill.
“I-” he choked “How… yo-you kept this for so long? Why didn’t you tell anyone I-”.
“Well, Techno,” Technoblade winced at the nickname. “I felt ashamed of what I let go on behind my childish innocence. I decided overthrowing me was the best option, the one that would let the empire thrive. I am no mere child anymore, but I am not an emperor. I am not worthy of this position and title. So go on, kill me.”
Tommy walked towards the stunned man and pointed the netherite sword he was holding towards his own chest.
“I’ve accepted death long ago brother, I am ready. Do not fret any longer for I am to be gone soon.” he said, while pushing the blood stained blade through his heart. Blasts of purple energy surging from his body the deeper the sword went. “I will miss you dearly, but it is time I be with my family again. It is time for me to rest and b-be *cough* free of the burdens the gods placed upon my back… I don’t have to carry the weight of the world upon my shoul- *cough* ders any longer.I hope we meet again, in another life.”
Tommy collapsed in a puddle of his own blood, breathing in a shallow manner. His eyes already beginning to gloss over.
He couldn’t hear anything but his own heartbeat drumming in his ears. All he could see was the blurry figure of Technoblade in front of him. He couldn’t speak or move. Techno was saying something he couldn’t understand.
He felt the life draining from his young body, he closed his eyes and embraced the darkness while a certain someone was begging him to stay. Begging him to keep breathing and open his eyes. Promising that everything will be ok.
“Please… don’t leave me. please…” he pleaded as Tommy took his final breath, a tear running down his face.
The cries of the hero were deafened because of the cheers of the thousands of rebels. No one heard his pain.