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Chayanne yawned, it was early, 4 am to be precise. He had been waking up early to train by himself, he wanted to be able to protect those he loved, he wouldn't let anyone else he loved die, not again. He turned to look at Tallulah who was asleep next to him, her brown curls messy from sleep, and curled up on herself. It was chilly in the basement,he got up to put his blanket over his sister’s body. The older hatchling smiled at his sister once more before rummaging through his backpack for clothes.
He grabbed them and changed into them, his hoodie was blue and purple because it reminded him of his Papa Missa, he missed him a lot, but when he came back he could protect him too! The shorts were normal brown and his boots, although made of slime, never seemed to squish and squelch. The skull mask on his face also represented his Papa Missa, but the crown on his head? That represented his Hero.
Technoblade, how could you not know who Technoblade is! He was his Dad’s best friend, and a skilled fighter. He once helped overthrow a dictator! He’s a hero. Chayanne fastened his backpack to him and grabbed his sword before making his way out of the basement. He walked along the wall only stopping when he passed the memorial Tallulah had made for Techno on the day he passed. Phil always tells him and Tallulah that if Techno were here he would have loved them, he takes that statement whole heartedly.
Chayanne reaches the end of the wall and uses his paraglider to break his fall. He smiles walking to the secret training area he set up under the wall. It's not much, not by a long shot but its good enough. He places his bag down inside and unsheathes his sword. He starts going at it, using all the moves he’d been taught by Phil. He stumbles back when he trips up on his stance
“You need to put more weight on your feet kid” Chayanne turned around, nobody was there until he felt someone’s forearm on his head. Chayanne spun around ready to attack at any moment, whoever was there had to be with the federation. “Relax Kid I’m not here to hurt ya” the person said, wait is that? “The one and only kid” Techno replied “How did you know what i was thinking?” Chayanne demanded of the piglin “You had it written on your face” he replied ruffling the young dragon’s hair, “Nice Color by the way” he spoke “Thank you, dad helped me” he replied “Really now, ya know when i knew phill he had green highlights in his hair?” Techno responded, “Wait how are you here? You’re dead.” Chayanne said pulling back “I got no clue, but your dads have connections with Lady Death so it might have somethin to do with that?” Chayanne nods at the answer as if his hero existing is reasonable.
“Chayanne? What is this place?” Tallulah asks, wandering in, her curls obviously not brushed before she comes in. Her purple beanie and dress compliment the colors nicely. “Are you Technoblade?” She asks looking at the spirit “You must be Tallulah, nice to meet ya kid” Techno said getting down on her level with a smile, “Nice to meet you too!” she said smiling with her toothy grin. “How can we even see you?” she asked confusedly “I..I dunno kiddo, it might have somethin’ to do with your dads having connections to Lady Death” She nods like that makes total sense. “Chay, what is this place?” she asks but is cut off by Phil entering “Dad! This place is supposed to be secret!” Chay remarks “Sorry mate” Phil replied ruffling the hair between Chay’s horns.
“Hi Phil” Techno says breaking up the moment “Techno? How are you-""I don't know, I've been followin this one for a bit, I dunno why he can only see me now” Techno replies, cutting Phil off. The group exit the training ground and head up the wall, they pass by sights that have become familiar by now, they head into the basement and sit together. "so you're just a ghost" Phil asks almost rhetorically "yep, still dead" Techno confirms watching the hatchlings play together, "You're doing a good job Phil, better than you did with Will" he adds "God don't remind me of that" Phil says with a laugh, its like old times. The kids are as happy as they can be, until “Hello, I am part of the QSMP census bureau”