The Arctic Reaper |Dream SMP Fanfic

~-Chapter 9-Preparing-~

ello peeps, sorry this chapter was a bit later. I kinda forgot about editing it-
Okay, enjoy
-FuxkingGod

[A/N]: Didn't get sponsored :(

~-Nishia POV-~

Illumina

F*ck.

Wasn't he one of the eight that was going to participate in the tournament that Techno was heading to? I dropped the book, leaving it to hit the floor, disturbing the settled specks of dust that remained here for years now.

Illumina. The tournament. Connections were forming in my brain, the murder, the carnage, all the things that could go wrong. And no one knew about this. And I knew. I need to stop this.

I needed to leave now if I wanted to arrive in time.

I started packing, bringing anything that I would need into account.

While I picked up the diary/book, I noticed a cloak resting in the corner of the attic. It was the kind of pure black that speaks of new beginnings. It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core.

I put the cloak on, draping the hood over my head. I stared at myself in a nearby broken mirror. In the fragments of the broken mirror, I see the darkness the cloak gives in splinters, though you believe I am the one so scattered; only two perfect mirrors make perfect reflections of one another and the difference is clear to the trained eye.

"Good enough," I mutter, draping the cloak over my arm. I hurried downstairs into the kitchen and took a bundle of bread with me. Food, as unnecessary as it may seem, was crucial during long journeys.

I grabbed a belt with a carrying package secured on it. Buckling it to my waist and storing the bread, book, and sheathing my scythe, I left the house. Time was a funny thing. Time has its flow and in that its beauty, for it cannot be commanded by the wind as water can, yet only pass with unique divinity. Yet, as wonderful as it may seem, time waits for no one. It goes by mercilessly, no matter who you wanted to save or kill, it favors no one. An unbiased source.

I walked to where Technoblade said the tournament would be, one step in front of another, my mind focused on how to prevent this man from murdering anybody. Illumina was an assassin, so clearly, he wouldn't suspect another competitor in the mix, much less an audience member.

"Be extremely subtle even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious even to the point of soundless. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate." -Sun Tzu

Sun Tzu was a genius in many forms.

It was going to take a while, but eventually, it would be worth it.

[Unforeseen time skip :P] ( •̀ ω •́ )y

(btw Tommy and Wilbur are building L'manberg...but who cares about them right now?)

After almost three-quarters of a month of traveling, I could see the stadium in the distance. It was about a mile away. Tomorrow, I will arrive. But for now, I would enjoy the sunset. The sunset bathes me in its sunlight. Though the land was a shiver of white and the stars felt more distant in the coldness of winter, sunsets came in the kind of oranges that bring warmth to eyes and soul.

Tomorrow, I'm going to save lives, by killing a single man.

~-Technoblade POV-~

This speaker was getting drastically annoying by the day. Thankfully, tomorrow was the last match until the semi-finals.

I beat the guy named Purpled in about 5 seconds. 5 seconds longer than I predicted, but oh well. However, this Dream guy appeared good at fighting. His moves were unconventional, his reaction time was incredible. He...was a worthy opponent. There was no doubt that I would battle him in the finales. But Technoblade never dies, and I intend to keep my motto true.

Besides, I have been studying the prophecy day after day, reading on prophecies, trying to decipher the Prophecy. It made me incredibly nervous about who it could be about.

Zoning back into reality, the speaker guy shouted, "TOMORROW, WE WILL SEE THE COOL, CALM ILLUMINA VERSUS THE ANONYMOUS, THE UNEXISTABLE A-DUDE!!!!"

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!" He yelled.

My ears are doomed.

I walked out of the arena into the area where I slept for the night. Gazing out my window, I see the orange-gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.

~-Illumina POV-~

Night fell upon us, but the blackness of the sky felt different, almost mourning.

I entered the tournament, prepared to kill. Illumina was my real name, but I'm more known as the Grim Reaper of the Arctic. My hair- black and a little greasy - was fake, as were my glasses, eye color, and facial features. I looked fifty years old, but in reality, I was closer to thirty. Nobody knew my real name, except for one. He was smart, intelligent, secretive even. But I murdered him in cold blood before he could tell anyone. I even lit a fire, burning his stuff in the process.

I'm known merely as "Arctic Reaper," and I was one of the highest-paid and most successful contract killers in the world. But nowadays, I purely just kill for the joy of it. Ruining tournaments along the way, making sure that I'm the best.

I walked up to the bedroom of the opponent I was going to face tomorrow. I peeked through the window, careful not to make a sound. Moonlight shone through the window, creating a path of light to my target. His face is relaxed and calm...not for long.

I brought out my weapon, a curved dagger, longer than a usual dagger, but shorter than a sword. I held the sword above my head and brung my sword down on my opponent.

Killing him.

Every murder is the end of a story...Yet so many tales take it as their start.

[foreshadowing ;)]