ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ
(dreamwastakenxoc)
in which a traitor betrays for the second time, but this time in the name of love
discontinued but still has a summarized ending
ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ :3
WELL SHIT I WASN'T LISTENING IN CLASS AND NOW I HAVE TWO ASSIGNMENTS I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT DUE TODAY, ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS A PEICE OF SHIT
SONG OF THE CHAPTER: SNOW BY RICKY MONTGOMERY
HEYYY, THERE'S THIS GLITCH ON WATTPAD THAT SOMETIMES UNVOTES YOU, IF YOU COULD SCROLL DOWN AND CHECK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. (80 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU:)
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the wait was unsettling.
the whole time thorn was in l'manburg, all that had been done was preparation of war. but during the hustle and bustle of gathering tools and practicing skills, no more news from or about schlatt had arrived. many people were on edge, wait for something.
no one was more on edge than thorn. she knew what schlatt would be thinking, and how he would be thinking. she jumped at every crow caw. thorn's closest friends in l'manburg, especially clay, seemed to know something was up, but she never explained it and they never questioned it.
finally, a week after the flower field trip, thorn got she was looking for.
a crow's caw echoed through the air, seemingly breaking the sounds of practice fighting. thorn jumped and looked up. soaring towards her, was a large black crow.
"thorn" warned clay, bringing up his bow to aim at it.
but thorn just waved her hand, silently telling clay to stand down. instead she just held out her two hands, as if waiting for something. the crow cawed, dropping something from its talons. the object landed directly into her hands, before the crow flew off.
the object was a scroll, sealed with the official schlatt insignia. thorns hands shook as she held it. around her, people were gathering around. she looked up, making eye contact with the highest ranking people, before shakily opening it.
Dear L'Manburg,
It is I, J.Schlatt, Emperor of The Dream SMP.
I am sending this letter in all peace, and as a warning. Tomorrow, myself along with a small entourage will be visiting your state regarding some business. We will come bearing white flags, and will not harm any living thing while on your lands, and will not attack L'Manburg for the next two days.
I am just visiting regarding business. But I will not accept you refusing my request to talk with me. If you refuse to talk with me I will take it as a challenge of war.
I look forward to talking with you.
Signed,
𝔍.𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔱
thorns hands were shaking violently now, but no one noticed. with a growl, clay grabbed the letter from her hands, rereading it.
"bastard claimed the dream smp as his and called us just a state?! we're a goddamn country" he threw the paper at wilbur to read, and started pacing.
