A Gentle Soul (Technoblade x reader)

XLIX

The Epilogue
In which the end of peace draws to a close

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The icy winds whispered through the desolate landscape as Technoblade rode through the unforgiving terrain, his eyes scanning the ground for any sign, any trace of his beloved (y/n). The air was heavy with the weight of uncertainty, and each step of his horse felt like a thud against his heart, echoing the ache within.

The journey had taken Techno through treacherous valleys and barren landscapes, and as he approached a ridge overlooking a vast expanse, he spotted a glint on the ground. His heart skipped a beat as he dismounted, hastening toward the mysterious glimmer.

Beneath a thin layer of snow, partially concealed, lay a small, delicate object. Technoblade gingerly picked it up, his breath catching in his throat as he recognized the shape of a ring. It was (y/n)'s wedding ring—the very symbol of their love, now abandoned in the desolation.

His gloved fingers traced the familiar contours of the ring, and a deep, gut-wrenching realization settled in. Tears stung his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the wind's mournful howl, mirroring the ache in his soul.

For a moment, Techno clutched the ring tightly in his palm, as if trying to hold onto the fading echoes of their shared moments. Memories flooded his mind—the laughter, the warmth, the promises made in the quiet solitude of their home. Now, those promises seemed distant, lost in the vastness of uncertainty.

He looked out across the desolate landscape, feeling an emptiness that matched the void left by (y/n)'s absence. The ring, once a symbol of their unity, now stood as a poignant reminder of the separation that fate had thrust upon them.

As the wind whipped around him, carrying with it the echoes of a love disrupted, Technoblade clenched his jaw, a steely determination emerging in his eyes. The ring became a solemn vow—a vow to find (y/n), to defy whatever forces sought to keep them apart, and to reclaim the warmth that had been extinguished by the cruel hand of destiny.

With a heavy heart, Techno pocketed the ring, the metal feeling cold against his skin. The journey ahead seemed more daunting than ever, but he pressed on, fueled by a love that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the desolation that surrounded him.

The biting winds whispered through the barren landscape as Technoblade, still holding (y/n)'s wedding ring, found a moment of respite. He took a seat on a rocky outcrop, the frigid air biting at his exposed face. The voices, silent companions in his solitude, seemed to stir with the weight of his emotions.

"Why?" The question hung in the air, a solitary word spoken to the unseen entities that occupied the recesses of his mind. The voices, echoes of a chaotic past, began to murmur, each offering its own fragmented response.

"You knew not all wounds bleed, but they cut just as deep," one voice murmured cryptically, the words tinged with a spectral wisdom that seemed to transcend the immediate situation.

"Love, a double-edged sword," another voice chimed in, its tone somber. "It grants strength and vulnerability in equal measure. To embrace it fully is to risk the shattering of one's very core."

"We tried to warn you."

Techno furrowed his brow, absorbing the cryptic messages. The voices, often elusive and mysterious, held a strange kind of wisdom—a perspective beyond the tangible world. They were his constant companions, a manifestation of the tumultuous history that had shaped him.

"And what would you have me do?" he questioned, his gaze fixated on the ring in his hand. The voices responded with a dissonant chorus, each urging him in a different direction.