So I thought a good way to start off these one shots would be to do small origin stories of each main character other than Philza (because these are centred around how they were adopted) just to get the one shots going and to give a little background info :)

Btw I will briefly use technos real name (Dave) in the stories I don't know if he's comfortable with that as I couldn't find any sources as to wether he was or not /:

But anyways enjoy :D

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The portals growingly distant echo rang into the blondes ears, that were shielded by his growingly long hair, that just about dipped past his jawline, and ticked his broad cloaked shoulders. Philza felt his cloak bellow behind him as the warm breeze that filled the humid atmosphere of the nether lapped against his bare face, while he navigated his way through the hellish dimension. He jumped over gaps that would have lead to certain death, and crossed small bridges, just wide enough for one daring person to meander cautiously across. His glistening sword sit dormant in his leather holster that was lazily slung over his shoulder in a way that it would drape across his back, giving his easy access to the deadly and lethal weapon.

Philza was seemingly lost in his own thoughts, as he wandered the dimension that was not of his own- and he soon found himself in unrecognisable territory. It seemed untouched by man, and looked unexplored. The man hummed in curiosity as he ducked around reddish trees, avoiding the disarray of pointed and skeletal branches, each reaching out, desperately clawing for him as he breezed by. His head dashed side to side, taking in these unusual surroundings, as his hair whipped along with his sharp movements.

Suddenly, Philza heard slight shuffles and distant oinks; and not that of a pigman, which he knew were docile unless tampered with and enraged. No, these were the cries of piglins, and hoglins. Yet also, the menacing rattle of either skeletons bones could be heard clanking from his position, which lead him to believe there may be a fortress near by; and surely enough, there was. Philza made his way towards where the sounds where emanating from with caution, thinking out every step- it sounded as though there were a lot of hostile creatures around. He could see the glint of the purple bricks that made up a fortress, and there seemed to be a platform of netherack near the long bridges of the fortress. He counted himself lucky he wouldn't have to manually climb up, with a high risk of falling into the seeping pits of lava below.

As he approached, he saw where the noises, being predominantly grunts and oinks, were coming from. He saw the silhouettes of many piglins- an unnatural amount of piglins. They all seemed to be gathered around something, that he could not see. He edged closer, soon finding a tall shard of netherack to hide behind and get a clear insight as to what was going on. It seemed as though a huddle of piglins were gathered around a small figure, that somewhat resembled- a toddler? He squinted his eyes, in slight disbelief at the humanoid child silhouette in the midst of the drawling and hearty piglins that were very loud king expressing different tones and variants of oinks, while the small child cowered in the centre.

He swiftly crouched down and snook over to a closer shard, where he could observe what was happening with ease- he slowly placed his hand onto the cold handle of his sword and carefully pulled it out, avoiding making any sound, as to remain inconspicuous. He held the blade out i front of him in an attack stance, ready for the hostile creatures to attack if they were to see him. He cocked his eyebrow in confusion, as he saw one piglin move closer to the centre, where the silhouette, seemingly belonging to a child, sat shaking in fear. He felt his grip on his shimmering diamond sword tighten as the figure loomed over the little one, as chortles and stifled oinks that mildly resembled laughter filled the group.

It wasn't until the piglin suddenly raised his golden sword that Philza jumped into action. he held out his sword, ready for combat, while the creatures turned around to face the now unhidden man wielding a weapon threatening them. The group looked at each other, before beginning to squeal in a patronising way- this was until Philza allowed his vast, dark wings to unfold, the sheer breeze from their forceful ejection causing the enemies to stumble back. The child looked up, hopefully, still almost entirely hidden by the surrounding piglins.

The man let out a sudden cry and charged toward, with his sword arched towards them. Many weapons flew in his direction, including arrows streaking close to his face, which he skilfully pivoted and missed, or slid his shield in front to block the blows from swords and arrows. He fought the crowd back and forth, until eventually, it was only him, two other piglins, and the child. The three looked across at each other in fear, and one reached into its satchel, before retrieving a large brass horn. The mob swiftly blew the horn, which released a loud, deadpan shriek, reminding Philza of the ones pillagers would use signalling raids. He used this knowledge to piece together that they were presumably calling for backup, and so he lifted his sword threateningly, causing them to retreat back down the hill.

He could hear the distant cries of piglins. He didn't have much time before they would get here. He crouched down onto one knee, to where the small child was perched, his arms hugging his tiny knees tightly into his chest. "Hey there little guy." He spoke softly, causing the small boy to look up, with large, tears eyes which Philza could have sworn glinted a sharp blood red for a second, before returning to their dimmed hazy red shade."How did you get here fella?" He delicately asked, as he suddenly stopped. He noticed that instead of ears, the small child had ears resembling a pig, and small teeth that crept above his top lip, as tusks would. His feet also were replaced by dark hooves. He was a hybrid.
"I have never seen anything like you, little one." He cooed, as the hybrid stared confused, and somewhat scared at Philza. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, but they will, I have to get you out of here, you understand?" The man quizzed, as the piglin child stated questioningly into his deep emerald green eyes, that were partially covered by soft dirty blonde hair.

The hybrid, on the other hand, had large red eyes, wet from tears that were streamed down his delicate face. Scuffs and bruises could be seen around the exposed skin on his body, however the rest wore ragged clothes resembling that of a baby piglin. Cuts and grazes were embedded into his knees and elbows, and his oddly long pink hair was tangled and fallen over his slightly tanned face, presumably because of the climate of the nether. Phil hummed as he pondered on what this child was, and how he existed, but all he knew was that this was not a suitable environment for him to grow up in.

The child pulled Philza out of his thoughts, as he let out a small high pitched wine of fear when the shadows of many pig men could be seen over the horizon approaching them. The hybrid seemed to be itching to get away from them, letting out small distressed grunts, and tugging the mans long sleeves. His face hardened, as he realised what he had to do. He grabbed the child, and slung him into his arms around his neck, bracing his wings for a long flight. He began to take off, when an arrow wizzed past his face, just narrowly missing his nose. The boy began to writhe and make small sobs as he clutched onto Philza for dear life, hearing the angry crowd approach them swiftly. He buried his face into the strangers long green and black robes, hoping he could find salvation away from this hell.

Philza pushed off the ground once again, with even more force, creating a loud 'whoosh' sound as leaves from nearby red trees scattered and pirouetted to the floor, being most engulfed by flames before hitting the floor, slowly sizzling to ash. The man frantically flew through the air, holding onto the newly found child as tightly as he could, as multiple arrows slashed through the air while he swerved and ducked to avoid them and other obstacles. The boy whimpered in his arms, as the whole scene unfolded, absolutely petrified of what was happening and what was to come.

After what seemed like forever, Philza found himself in recognisable territory- and he spotted the purple hue of his nether portal. He pushed for one last spurt of speed, before slowly hitting the ground and collapsing to the floor, panting. The child froze, and looked around, soon realising there was no longer any piglins chasing them, leading to a small look of relief lacing his tiny features. "Let's get you home, little one." He hummed, after catching his breath and carrying the piglin hybrid to the swirling portal. Home.

Idk if this is scuffed or not cause it's almost 1am but still stay tuned for part 2👀