Let the Arrow Fly (Dream x oc fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

8: Freedom's Choice

The auburn-haired girl hacked frustratedly at the training dummy, trying to clear her mind.

A gift?

What kind of idiots were they? She was seriously beginning to wonder whether they were all insane womanizers who were crazy for power.

With a deafening war cry, she sliced her sword through its neck, sending its straw head tumbling to the dusty, dirt-ridden ground. Selene panted profusely, out of breath and tired of her daily, repetitive training in the forests of their enemy. It kept her on guard for times when her opponents tried to sneak up on her.

Times like now.

An awkward cough resonated from the trees behind her, immediately activating her instincts to spin around and throw a knife at the estimated direction of the sound. She heard a small yelp, furrowing her eyebrows at the sound, unsure whether she hit her target or not. Squinting into the trees, she could barely make out a few tufts of brown hair--perhaps a fleeting hue of cyan too.

Selene narrowed her eyebrows, unsheathing her sword yet again.

"Who are you?" she called out. Of course, she knew who it was, but part of her strategy was for her opponent to underestimate her, so she could use the element of surprise to attack them.

The familiar white rims of his iconic sunglasses peeked out from the leaves, eventually revealing his entire body as well. George was perched on a more visible branch now, swinging his sword below him, as if threatening her to come closer.

But they both knew better.

She raised her eyebrows. "First Sapnap, and now you? Looks like old green man has trouble keeping his friends in line." she snickered. George's eyebrows creased. "Sapnap was here? Never mind. I'm not here to fight you," he paused and shivered. "I'm here to talk to you."

Selene smirked. "Looks like you're still scared of me from last time, Gogy."

"Wha-what no!" he stuttered, fiddling with his fingers. She rolled her eyes. "Spit it out."

He immediately stood as tall as he could, and faked a confident expression. Selene resisted the urge to give him another eyeroll. It looked as if only Dream was skilled in masking his expressions.

"Dream said that if you come with us as a hostage again, he's willing to discuss the terms of L'manberg's independence with Wilbur tomorrow."

"Do I at least get time to think?" Selene frowned. "Like a few hours to discuss with my friends?"

George's face was stone cold, despite his earlier nervous demeanor.

"No," he said, voice icy and void of all emotions.

She took that back. George was good at masking his feelings. Selene looked upwards at the sky, where the birds were flying high, the embodiment of freedom.

Would she choose her freedom over her country's?

She stared right at George's sunglasses, her emerald green eyes piercing right into his soul.

"I've made my decision."

Cliffhanger chapter! I hope you all are still doing well. Thank you so, so much for the 100 reads. I really appreciate it!

-Crystal