A Prince, Long Forgotten (Discontinued)

The Somnium Alliance

Tommy raced across the yard, cutting through the grass as he made his way to the sandpit the family used as their training grounds. Tubbo and Phil were already there, waiting patiently for Tommy to arrive. Tommy grinned as he climbed over the oak wood fence, landing in the soft sand before moving over to Tubbo's side. "Glad you made it, Tommy. I was afraid I might have to start without you." Phil chuckled as he ruffled Tommy's hair, earning an annoyed grumble as Tommy readjusted it. Chuckling in amusement, Phil turned and made his way to an old shed that stood on the opposite side of the training field.

"What took you so long?" Tubbo hissed, watching as Phil dug into the shed to retrieve some training swords, "We almost started without you!"

"Sorry! Techno-" Tommy gulped and quickly thought of a lie, "...Techno wanted to talk for a minute. Then he helped me with these awesome things!" He grinned, holding up his wrapped hands.

Tubbo's eyes widened, "Did he break your arms!?"

"What! Of course not, Tubbo! He called these-uhh. Ummm, I can't remember the actual name, but they're called combat wraps!" Tubb took one of Tommy's wrists and examined the wraps, wonder sparkling in his eyes.

"Wow. These are so cool, Big Man!" Tubbo grinned before straightening his posture as Phil made his way back to the boys. Tommy mimicked Tubbo's stance, fighting the urge to break into excited giggles as he saw the two iron swords Phil was holding. The blades were old, scratched, and chipped in some places. Tommy noted that the edges of the swords were flat, the once sharp edges dulled to make the training weapons a little safer.

Phil extended the blade handles towards each of his boys, pride shining in his eyes as they took their weapons. "Welcome to your first day of combat training, boys." Tommy and Tubbo puffed out their chests proudly, their eyes full of excitement as Phil smirked. "Lesson one." He suddenly lashed out towards Tommy with his own dulled sword. Tommy raised his sword instinctively to meet with Phil's, effectively blocking the attack as he stared up at Phil in surprise, "Don't let your guard down."

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Dream's footsteps echoed within the stone passageway as he made his way down the hall; anger was rolling off him in waves. Voces trailed behind him, hovering a few inches off the ground, its head bowed in submission as it followed its master. Dream paused, glancing over his shoulder, "You're absolutely sure, Voces? He had the crest?" Dream's voice was cold, with no hint of emotion. The man's porcelain mask hid any emotion the man felt.

Voces hissed softly, averting its many eyes from his master's gaze, "Yes, my Lord Dream. The boy bore the crest of Rubrum. Upon his palm."

Dream let out a low, feral growl as he turned on his heel. How could he have missed one? He flexed his fingers in agitation as whispers spilled continually from the foul creature behind him. "Thank you for this information, Voces. Head to the dungeons. Pick a meal." Voces hissed in delight, squeezing its way between the cracks in the bricks, and was gone. Dream was left alone with his anger, clenching and unclenching his fists as he continued his slow, steady trek. After a few minutes of anger-fueled marching, Dream found himself standing before the black painted wooden door, behind which stood the war room. Pushing the door open, he stalked over to a pedestal, a glowing purple sphere hovering above it. "Time for a little meeting, boys." He extended his palm, a green symbol glowing brightly as he placed it against the sphere.