My Purpose: A Dream...or a Nightmare

Chapter 5: The Palace

The funeral was a complete mess.

First off, it was so foggy, that the Prime Priest accidentally gave the eulogy speech in front of the wrong tombstone.

Then, someone somehow fell into the hole that was being dug for Captain Sparklez's coffin.

And lastly, a swarm of bees came and tried to pollinate the flowers on the coffin, causing a slight panic in the crowd.

Uuuuuugggggghhhhh, Dream groaned internally watching the speech go on, the flowers held half heartedly in his hand .

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The days following the announcement of Sparklez's death and his funeral were awful.

Drista started doing dreadful in school; Tubbo would be found sobbing in the back garden; and Dream couldn't feel the energy to get out of bed, much less parkour over buildings to finish his job as stable boy.

But now that no one was supporting the family, it was up to Dream to do so.

He remembered what Puffy had asked of him: "Take care of them for me will you, Dream?". Dream had made a promise. And he planned to uphold it.

Then again, things were easier said than done.

But that was when Dream got his idea; the idea that would shape his whole future,

for the better...and for the worse.

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Dream arrived at the King's castle.

He ached all over from the carriage ride all the way here from his town, but it was worth it. He had a plan, and a hope.

The castle was massive; gold and red banners adorned the sides; magnificent spires swirled from the tips; and the colossal palace was made of the finest marble and cobblestone Dream had ever seen.

Guards marched around, patrolling and guarding entrances, grounds, and towers.

"In here, future contestants for the King!" the royal butler called.

Dream followed, along with many others into the long hallways and brightly illuminated corridors. Huge windows covered the place, and bright sunlight streamed in, blinding Dream everywhere he went.

How do the servants even see in here? Dream wondered, holding a hand up to shield his eyes.

"Wait here, contestants," the butler called to the many people with Dream. He didn't even look at them; instead, he looked over them like they were merely dirt on a shoe. Which they probably were to him.

One by one, the contestants went into the throne room where the King was. Outside, everyone shifted uncomfortably, having no chairs, and only awkward silence between them all.

Finally, it was Dream's turn. He knew what he wanted to say, and what he wanted to do. All he had to do was stick to his script he had in his mind, and impress the King.

What Dream didn't expect - when the butler led him into the grand room - was to see the King's sons - the princes - to be there as well.

Both of King Calvin XI's sons were fan favorites of the people in the kingdom.

Prince George, who was on the King's right, was known for sleeping through many important meetings and events. He was generally found in the royal gardens smelling flowers (even though he was allergic to pollen), and would usually bring toadstools back.