Golden hour (Dnf)

4- It all adds up.

Im about to get emotional while writing this omg- ALSO I HAVE 10 READS AHHHH WHAT IS HAPPENING ILY ALLL

------------Dreams pov------------

I was very excited to start training George I want him to be able to handle himself at least a little. He seemed to enjoy the training as well. 

He seems so scared to swing even though he would just be hitting my sword and not me. Silly Georgie. 

"I don't wanna hurt you!" He sounded so concerned 

"George the only thing you will be hurting is my sword! Just swing!" He did. Good. 

"FINALLY NICE!!" A smile grew on both our faces.

 George and I had been training for a few days with some crappy swords that would be difficult to hurt someone with. Today I wanted him to try a real sword, for him this was a big step he really didn't want to accidently cut me or something. Even though I told him I wouldn't mind. I took him to the big field today. There were beautiful flowers and the sun was starting to lower and turn gold. 

"Ookaayy George! Today is the day! A real sword! Are you ready?" To my surprise he was more than ready he was in the stance I had taught him and he had a confident look on his face. "Yes lets do it!!" He was very excited

"Okay go!" We started to swing at eachothers swords. My helmet was still the only armor I was wearing.. I hadn't worn my full set in a dew days. But I needed to focus.

George was getting better. much better 

"Give me all you've got!" He did.

He swung swiftly and almost cut me but just barely misses. Good aim. 

Wait-

what is he-

i'm not rea-

He had his sword low and swung up it hit my helmet sending it off my head. I was startled and fell to the ground. 

George wasn't ready either. The moment he realized what he had done he covered his red embarrassed face with one hand and stuck the other out to me to help pull me up. "IM SO SO SORRY LET ME HELP YOU OH MY-" Instead of letting the boy pull me up I pulled him to the ground to sit right in front of me. 

Maybe for you. I can be ready. For you. My prince.

"Georgie..." I used a nickname I hadn't called for 14 years. His face dropped. 

"You can look.." 

"Wait no- why did you call me- wait-" His face was turning red again.

I grabbed his hand from his face and cupped his face so he was looking at me. His eyes widened. 

------------Georges pov------------

As Dream held and moved my face and opened my eyes.

I was greeted by a gorgeous blonde boy with freckles, yellowish eyes, a wide kind smile, and a scar next to his right eye. 

wait WHAT? 

I looked to his arm pulling up his sleeve.

oh

that makes sense.

I saw a faded yellow bracelet tied around his wrist. It made sense. Dream and I had an instant connection. Sometimes he reminded me of Clay. He was the only person I trusted this much. And I couldn't have been happier to know that after all this time, my best friend had been with me and I didn't even know it.