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Fifteen Years Ago. . .

Quackity sat silently in his hiding spot, trying to stay as quiet and still as possible in the thick bushes he hid in. “Where is it?” He jumped at the angry voice, squeezing his eyes shut. “Find the fucking child! Burn the house down!” The people go to work, either looking for him or starting to light his childhood home on fire. 
   
“I can’t believe they live among us undetected for so long! And now their spawn is out there still alive…” Another voice, Quackity trembled. He just hoped they left soon so he could run. But where would he run? His parents were dead now, being burned alive inside the house. Where could he run to? Who could he run to? Then it hit him. The Creeper family. They were another hybrid family, a close family friend to his parents. They would help him. He just needed to wait until these people left, then he could make his way to them. Even with this new information, he still cried heavily, covering his mouth not trusting himself to keep quiet. 
   
“If we can’t find him, do we just announce it dead?” a long pause.
   
“It may have hid in the house, announce it dead if we can’t find it.” Footsteps lead away,though Quackity didn’t dare move. Lucky he didn’t as two people still sat nearby. “Damn angels of death, we’ll rid the earth of them soon.” and just like that the young nine year old was left in the bushes alone, contemplating on getting out of his hiding spot or not. He eventually did, leaving quickly to get to the family friends, shaken up and very much traumatized. 

Present. . . 

Karl looked at the frozen Punz in front of him, hands glowing the same purple and green as before. He was working on rewinding, since during one of his practices he showed the ability. He had managed a five minute rewind so far, and he and Punz were both proud of the progress the brownette had made. He let Punz go, the man flying forwards like he was charging someone that wasn’t there anymore, that someone was behind him. He stumbled to a stop when he realized this, turning around with a smirk. “I don’t think we need to work on that anymore Karl. Like I said, we're starting hand to hand training.” Karl groaned, flopping down onto the wooden floor of the training room. Punz sighed, making his way to the other before kneeling down. “It’s not that bad Karl! I’ll even dumb it down for you if you’d like!” Karl glared up at the blond man before him. 
   
“I am a healer for a reason, Punz. I can’t fight! I suck at it!” Punz frowned. 

“You can’t be that bad, Karl.” The time traveler sighed, hiding his face in his hands before he spoke again.

“Sapnap told me I look like a flailing fish out of water, trying not to die.” Punz laughed at his explanation, making the shorter male even more embarrassed. 

“I’ve been training soldiers for a bit, Karl, I think I can handle how bad you are.” Karl grumbled, getting off of the ground slowly sighing in defeat. Punz gave the other a smile, before getting into a fighting stance, Karl nervously following. 

“This is a horrible idea.” Karl announced. The blond facing him rolled his eyes before charging at the other again. Karl yelped, quickly dodging his first attack but missing his raising knee, his knee digging itself into the brownettes stomach. Karl inhaled sharply, flipping forwards because of the general's attack, himself falling onto his back losing any breath he had in his lungs. Punz walked over, staring down at the other who laid on the ground groaning in pain, trying to catch his breath again. 

“Okay, you do suck.” He confirmed, grimacing at the other on the floor. “We have some work to do.” 

+ + +

The gods before them looked very angry, though the gold, blue, and green one looked more scared than angry. “What?” Bad asked, still confused what the red and gold god meant. 
   
“You told Quackity he wouldn’t be accepted by me. I want to know when I myself didn’t accept him.” The Egg growled, now nearing the two tied down kings. “Because, as far as I knew when I met Quackity, I was going to accept him.” 
   
“Wha-” The red vines covering the others in the room quickly slapped over the demon's mouth. 
   
“I didn’t say you could speak.” They hissed. 
   
“Egg?” Said god looked over to Foolish, who was at the moment looking at the others in the room. “Maybe you should let the others go? They look terrified.” The older god sighed, flicking their wrist and doing as the other wished. Though not many of them dared to move, a few got up though. One in particular seemed to be having some type of episode, shaking and muttering things with his face in his hand, two others hugging him and trying to calm the other hybrid down. The god recognized them, Tommy the avian, Tubbo the goat hybrid, and the one freaking out Ranboo the enderman hybrid. 
   
“Okay, now. We don’t have much time on this earth. We do have to go back soon so let's get this over with.” They muttered, going back in front of the others next to Foolish. “As you know I have a prophecy, one that has so far seemed useful and correct.” 
   
“So, as far as we can tell the chosen avian has been found, and the murderous battle will begin soon, but will also lead to the end of this war.” Foolish spoke, looking over towards the other to see if he had gotten it right. Egg smiled happily, ruffling the others hair quietly like a proud parent would. 
   
“But, even with our help we can’t do much in these forms. But since this world seems to be affected horribly by the last time it was almost split in two we had to come in mortal forms, our godly abilities now minimized.” The others looked confused, the older avian speaking up. 
   
“What happened that's making you have to come here as mortals?” Egg and Foolish shared a look, both frowning. 
   
“If a god was to enter this earth without using their mortal form this whole universe would collapse, ending it in seconds.” That scared a lot of people, some turning pale and others just staring in shock. 
   
“Well, that's terrifying.” Wilbur mumbles. 
   
“You mentioned having to find an avian?” Philza asked. The Egg nodded, looking through the room as if they were looking for someone. 
   
“None of your concern for now, that is for me to deal with. Your job is to destroy that Dream… king?” Egg looked over towards Foolish, who just shrugged as if not knowing himself. “I think XD called him a king. Your job is to get rid of Dream before he gets his hands on the crystals.” 
   
“And how do you suppose we do that?” Technoblade grumbles, head leaning against one of his hands in a bored fashion. “We just want to drive him off of our land, not kill him. I don’t even think we can right now.” The pig hybrid explained. 
   
“Well, you’ll kill him if you don’t want your world to end.” Egg growled, though they smiled sweetly afterwards. “Now, I’ll leave you guys so me and Foolish can find the avian, we’ll be back soon! Let’s hope you all come up with brilliant ideas or we’re all fucked!” And just like that, they were gone. 

Fifteen Years Ago. . .

“What? All gone? Burned down?” Sam’s mother asked, hand over her mouth with the look of horror on her pale face. His Creeper hybrid parents looked distraught, his father taking her other hand into his own, rubbing comforting circles into her palm. “This is horrible.” She whispered. Sam looked over towards the nine year old laying on the couch, tear streaks still visible as he slept. 
   
“This is why his parents wanted to keep it a secret, though somehow people in town found out.” His father mumbles. Sam frowns, looking back to his parents with a questioning look. 
   
“What do you mean?” Both parents shared a look before answering their son’s question. 
   
“Honey, they were a part of an endangered species that…. Are hunted quite a lot now.” His mother says, a sad smile etched on her face. “It’s horrible what some people do out of fear.” His father nodded in agreement, picking up where his mother had ended. 
   
“He is what people call ‘avians’ or ‘angels of death’. Though, they usually have wings and abilities. Somehow they managed to conceal his avian features though. They had to hide their own wings though, probably how the townspeople found out. Nosey bastards were probably poking their noses in business it didn’t belong in.” Sam heard of avians before, looking back towards Quackity with a twinkle in his eyes. 
   
“We can’t just throw him into an orphanage, we’ll have to take him in Jhon.” His mother spoke. Sam looked back at his parents, shaking his head confusing his parents. 
   
“I’ll take him in, you guys need an actual retirement.” His parents looked like they were about to say something, but Sam stood up already making his way to the sad boy on the couch. “I’m serious. I can do it ma, you guys already raised me. I think I can handle a nine year old.” Again, his parents shared a look, before smirking over to Sam. 
   
“If you say so, sam.”