You were a very special hero.

A 'secret weapon'.

From the age of five, you've been trained! They helped you reach your highest point and, as of late, you've been going out on missions. Nobody knew your true age, and a mask always covered your face.

You knew that you were a big pain in the butt for the two well-known, and very feared, villains. Technoblade and The Crow Father.

You had been fighting them today! It was going very well, and you were able to dodge most of their hits while landing your own until, sadly, Technoblade got a hit on you.

Landing on the ground and sliding against it, you saw him lifting his sword. It was something you knew was very, very dangerous because, not only was it sharp, but he was also strong. In your panic, instead of trying to move or dodge, you just lifted your arms.

It was at that moment that Philza noticed something, and he quickly rushed forward, moving his wing to block you from Technoblade's sight. The blade stopped moving before it could hit him, and Techno looked at him with wide eyes behind his pig skull mask. "What are you doing?!" He snapped. "I could have hit you." The chat in his head was screaming because they had been excited about attacking, but they were worried about hurting Philza. 'Crow Father!' 'nooo!' 'we were gonna win!' 'kill steal!'

"Let me do something first." Philza snaps back at his old friend, then looks down at you. He crouches down and reaches out, carefully pulling your mask off. He had a very, very bad feeling about this.