|Wind With War| Friends and Foes Sequel|

Chapter 1: Write Things Down

Tubbo POV
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Because the wind holds a memory. A memory I couldn't remember, until he was, truly, just a memory.

And that memory I will never forget, as long as I live.

I held the quill over the book, as I thought back to what happened this week. I have been writing notes for a while now. Just mainly to keep track of what's been going on.

"There's been a lot of fighting happening recently with our server and the neighboring server. I heard Wilbur call it 'Hermitcraft', but I am unsure."

I wrote, trying to remember what I was told. Even though my memory has returned, I still occasionally forget things.

"The King hasn't made any attacks back, he's just saying if further actions need to be taken, then war will truly start.

I have no clue what's going on with the violence, or why it even started. All I know is this is the start of war. I don't understand why we have to fight at all, I don't know why they are even attacking us."

I dipped the quill in ink, and sighed.

"I can't say much though. This server has had a lot of Civil Wars, and the most recent one has affected everyone really.

So that could be the reason as to why they are attacking us, but why almost five years later. It all makes no sense.

There's this constant feeling ingrained in my brain that there's something going on under the seams."

Turning the page, to fill another blank space, I started humming out of habit. I don't know where I got the habit from, but it got on my nerves sometimes.

"Hell, the King isn't even worried about the fact that 'Hermitcraft' has bombed over a hundred villages.

He seems to just play it off like the other side is going to cave after getting bored or something. Meanwhile over here, we are under a constant wither watch and creeper bomb squads are everywhere."

Dipping the quill once again in ink, I thought about the more positive things I could write. After all, not everything this week has been bad.

"I've been training with Techno a lot more recently, he says it's to prepare me for war. And I don't blame him, the king is known to just throw randoms into war.

He doesn't train them or anything, just 'Alright fuckers, too lazy to train you all so, here's a gun! Go fight or something...' I don't know how he's stayed king this long to be a hundred percent honest."

Smiling, I laugh, truly thinking about this situation. Who would let the server get attacked, then when you see fit, throw random teens into war? I laugh a little more, as I continue to write.

"Well if I do get thrown into this hell, I'll at least know how to fight.

Same for half the village because Techno trains them too. He may make himself out to be this tough guy that doesn't have emotions.

But he's actually a really big teddy bear."

I smile, slightly rolling my eyes to myself. I close the book, and lock it. Checking the clock I suddenly knew why I felt tired.

"How the hell is it two a.m. already...?" I whine, slightly rubbing my eyes.

I run my hand through my hair, and itch behind my ear. I asked myself if I was really tired, or just trying to get out of work.

Knowing how much I had to do to help out around the village. It was kinda a "coming of age" thing, where once you turned eighteen, you had to help out a lot.