The two Assassins dream SMP Story

Julia (Solis) Part 14

I ran forwards, escaping my friends grip. I pushed dream away, shaking Evie, willing with every ounce of my being that she would get up, wake up, live.
It should have been me.
It should have been me.
It should have been me.
But it wasn't. It was her. It was her.
She was dead. And it was my fault.
It was my fault.
My hands were shaking, and the floor seemed to be spinning beneath my feet. Evie was dead. A hero. But dead.
I picked up her mask, stuffing it into my otherwise empty inventory,
Still shaking, I knelt by her still body, which was sitting in a pool of her blood, soaking through her hoodie and mingling with some of the poisoned potion.
Tentatively, I tried to feel for a pulse.
Nothing.
Until I felt cool metal.
I lifted it up, it was a necklace.
Silver, with a moon engraved on it.
It seemed to be half of a heart, held up by a circle of stars.
I gasped and pulled it towards mine, an identical one, but with a sun and clouds.
It made a satisfying clicking noise as they connected.
We were sisters.
My parents had adopted me when I was 9 or 10, but I didn't remember anything before. She must have been my sister.
And now she is dead.
Dead.
I took the necklace off her, stuffing it into my inventory before anyone could see.
Dream stepped in front of her dead body.
'go. She was never yours. She was too good for this world and that's why she died for you. It's your fault she's dead. Go. "
He was right, but I couldn't stand the thought that it really was my fault.
I watched him carry her body away as I collapsed to my knees once again. Sobbing.
<time skip because writers block lol>
I stood by the window, watching the sunset. It was beautiful. Reds and oranges and yellows all working together to let the navy blues of the night sky, dotted in freckle - like stars take over. I felt a hot tear trickle out of the corner of my eye. It still seemed so unreal. I had a sister. She is dead.
It's my fault.
Suddenly I felt footsteps.
I turned around to see wilbursoot, with the sunset bouncing off his deep, brown eyes, he looked amazing. But he had never cared about me.
'if you're here to tell me off about getting captured, or risking lives, or whatever else I did go the  fuck away. I'm not in the mood to be lectured' I said, but my voice was cracking and I could feel my lips start to tremble.
'no. I just wanted to see if you were okay,'
His voice was soft, gentle, kind. I liked it. But I couldn't feel happy then.
'Oh yes, I'm fine. Well, I mean, I did get captured by our enemies, found out that you guys couldn't even protect my brother, thought you didn't give a shit about me and... Oh yeah, the ONE PERSON WHO HELPED ME JUST FUCKING DIED PROTECTING ME. so I'm fine, how are you. '
And I burst into tears.
Wilburs eyes widened and I could detect a hint of guilt. He moved forward, and although everything was a blur due to the tears welling in my eyes and searing down my cheeks, I could feel his hands on my back, as he pulled me into a hug.
'I'm so sorry. About everything. I know I should not have given tubbo or Tommy turns guarding l una, I know I should have kept more of an eye on you in the forest. I know I should have tried to get you sooner, I know I should have payed more attention to you when you were here. And I'm.. I'm sorry about luna. '
He sounded so sad. So sincere. So guilty.
' her name was Evie. All of that was a mask. A the arrogance, the cruelty, the heartlessness. All of it. Her brother was injured as well. Tommy shot him in the shoulder. But she still saved me. Still rescued me. You let her go but you didn't know. She hated pity as it could lead to Attachment. And her brain is conformed to greatly fear Attachment. It scared her. But she helped me to escape. She saved my life wilbur. ' I cried into his shoulder., not being able to hold the tears in any more.
' then all of us in l'manburg, especially me, owe Evie a great deal,
But I want you to remember one thing for me.
We would never abandon you.
We care about you.
I care about you'
And the next thing I knew was his lips on mine, stopping me crying, stopping me feeling anything at all. It was as if we were trapped in that moment forever, him, and me, and only us, in a perfect world, where we didn't have to fight in wars, where we didn't have to be scared of Attachment, where we didn't have to be scared of anything.
Scared of Attachment.....
I pulled away.
'you've never acted this way before wilbur.' I said, although I already knew why.
'dream may have one thing right. Attachment can be a hindrance. I had to act nonchalant around you. I didn't want you to get hurt. I love you.'
And this time it was me pulling him in to kiss.
< timeskip because I need to study for math and don't have time for this >
I sat on my bed, still taking in the events of the previous day. I played with the necklace belonging to my dead sister, and felt like crying and laughing, all at once. It was only now that I realised that she legitimately thought herself evil. But I'd there was any way to bring her back, I  was going to take it.
As if it were magic, my brother appeared in my doorway.
'I know how to get her back.'
These words shocked and thrilled me, all at once.
'or rather, I know who can get her back.'
I shakily breathed in, hardly daring to believe it.
'h-how. Who.'
'a man named jsclatt can bring people back to life. I have a map to where he lives, and it's a few hours journey away on horseback,' tubbo said, looking down.
'how do you know he can do it,' I asked, suspicious.
'he's done it before.' tubbo said, still looking down, playing with the white streak in the front of his otherwise chocolate brown hair.
'you won't need the body, just go, and tell him why you want her back. Maybe mention that you know me.'
His words gave me hope.
I could do it.
I could help her.
I could get her back.
I had to try.