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How many times have they had a first meeting?

Technoblade found himself wondering this a lot.

He’d known Philza nearly all of his life-this life, and apparently the one before it, and even the one before that; years of history going back a millennia.

Each time his friend found him.
It only took him a few years at most to track down the piglin hybrid.

They’d usually become somewhat of a family each time.

Best friends.

Father and son.

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Technoblade stared up at the celling, his body laying on his bed and sleep tugging at his mind.

He took in a deep breath, pain erupting from the wound in his midsection.

“You alright mate?” Phil asked, sitting up in his chair beside him, his eyes and voice heavy as he tried to stay awake with his friend.

“I got stabbed in the stomach Phil,” Technoblade let out a pained chuckle. “It could be better.”

“I know, I know,” Phil scooted his chair closer to the bed. “But…Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah…”

No

Say goodbye!

We have to say goodbye!

We’ll see him again

He’ll be sad

Tell Phil he’s our friend

We’re not going to be here much longer

“Phil…” he forced, listening to the voices insistent chatter.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for being my friend.”

Technoblade watched Philza’s face drop at the realisation that he was saying goodbye.

“You’re okay mate… you’ll be okay.”

Phil held his friends hand, gripping it tightly, begging in his own way for a miracle of some kind.

“I’m glad I meet you Phil,” he smiled.

Phil nodded. “I know. Me too mate. Thankyou.”

“Please find me. Promise you’ll find me again.”

“I promise.”

Phil didn’t let go of his hand, even as his eyes grew heavy and he’d stopped breathing.

“Rest while you can mate. I’ll see you soon.”

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The next day he burned the body and left to find a new place to live.

He built a new house, one that could house 3 people.
Him, his wife, and eventually techno when he was located again.

He’d search the nether for a lost piglin child.

He’d read the news at underground fighting rings, trying to locate his friend.

Until after many years, he was found again.

It was always like this.

Immortals.

One given an endless life.

The other endless lives.

They always found each other.

Soulmates of some sort.

Friends in every life.

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Techno had an odd feeling.

He’d been walking for hours. The nether hot and humid as always.

He’s stop for a break and hear footsteps on the red ground.

He was being followed.

He knew it.

He just didn’t know by who, or what.

“Techno!” A voice called from behind him. “Techno, wait up!”

He froze, his hand itching to grasp his sword as he scanned the red forest for the source of the voice.

Was it his own? The voices in his head perhaps? Shouting at him?

Or was this the source of his paranoia?

He turned around and was faced with a man.

A blonde, obsidian winged man.

“Technoblade,” the man sighed. “I’ve been looking everywhere. Jesus Christ you’re hard to track.”

“Who was this?”

Friend!
Phil! It’s Phil he found us
Friend
Danger
No Phil is a friend

The voices scolded him for thinking the stranger was just that.
A total and complete stranger.

“Do I know you?” He asked cautiously, gripping the handle of his sword tighter. “I don’t think I know you?”

“I-kind of-I know you,” the man held up his hands defensively. “Uh-I’m an old friend,” he carefully moved his hand to shake the piglins. “I’m an adventurer.”

Technos ears perked up slightly. “An adventurer?”

“Yeah, I heard that you were in the area and wanted to see how you were.”

It wasn’t technically a lie.

“How did you know me?” He asked. “I’ve never met you.”

The winged man smiled. “It was a long time ago, you… you were different. Younger.”

That explains it.

“Oh… I don’t remember you’re name. Sorry,” he cringed slightly. “I-I forgot.”

The man chuckled. “I’m used to it,” techno took his hand. “I’m Ph-“

“Phil?”

“Yeah?” He looked up in confusion. “What is it mate?”

“No… sorry,” techno shook his head. “I didn’t-sorry I just…”

He took a deep breath.

“Do you want to travel with me?” He asked, confused at why he felt so familiar and comfortable with a total stranger.

He’d only been talking to him for five minutes.

“I’d love to,” philza smiled, knowing why the piglin was so confused. “Where’s are you going?”

“The artic,it’s in the over world. I’ve heard it’s really good for getting away from people.”

“Sounds cool mate. Can’t wait.”

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Phil sighed, petting the blood stained snow that covered the shallow grave, placing a makeshift headstone made from a broken sword and spear.

“Sounds good mate. I’ll see you later.”