Technoblade, walking around the snowy plains, his axe held close to his side as he walks through the terrain. The cold air nipped at his tough skin as he strode in the direction of his cabin. A sudden pop of color appeared in the white snow, catching Technoblade’s eyes.

Technoblade paused in his steps, staring at the red splotches that has seeped into the snow. A horse huff came from his mouth, a puff of air coming from his mouth as he turned and strode quickly towards the bloody snow. Technoblade soon got to the source of the blood, a figure was laying on the snow, a light layer of the cold flakes covered the body. An arrow sticking out of the right calf and left biceps, a pool of bloody snow under the two wounded limbs.

A groan and a curse came from the axe wielding man. The large man bent down next to the body, scooping his arms under the unconscious figure. Technoblade turns and continues to walk to his cabin, walking through the snow with the unconscious body in his arms.

It was a long walk for Technoblade till he got to his cabin. When the figure finally woke up they were covered in a thick, weighted blanket, and bandages covering the wounded limbs. Technoblade shuffling around the hallway before going into the main room in the cabin where you lay, sitting down on a chair by the fire place while opening a thick chapter book, his skull mask gleaming in the fires glow.