Reunion ~ Book 4

Chapter 32

Dream's POV; 

Dream swung his sword, dealing a harsh blow to Jean who let out a snarl of rage. Technoblade's netherite sword was still protruding from her neck, purple blood dripping steadily from the wound it had caused. 

"N-no no no- NOOOO!" Dream faltered, earning a harsh smack from the dragon's tail and skidding across the ground a few paces. Dream hissed with pain and pushed himself to his feet, the rising sun glaring fiercely at him from between the trees. Dream looked around until his eyes located the source of the cry of pain, and at once a wave of confusion washed over him. 

"Chris?" But he was dead... Dream thought. And something else was confusing him, he was kneeling beside a bloody and battered body, one Dream hardly recognized. Who is that... they can't be alive. He realized, walking forward quickly. "How are you alive-" Dream stopped as he saw the face, smeared with blood and laden with scars, but still recognizable- always recognizable. Dream's legs began to shake slightly as he stood there in shock, staring at the man Chris was cradling. Chris had one arm under the man's neck, and another resting shakily on his bloody chest while tears streamed down his own face. "W-what?" Dream hissed.

"He's- he's gone," Chris said, his voice hitching with every word. "Indigo- he stabbed him... He's dead,"

"That can't be- no..." Dream breathed, examining Techno's form. Blood still spilled steadily from a large gash on his stomach that Dream could tell was a wound cutting through both sides of his body and he had to force himself not to gag at the sight. "Techno- get up," He hissed, tears forming in his own eyes. "Technoblade," He gripped his old friend's shoulders, his hands turning scarlet at once. 

"Dream- he's gone," Chris hissed, raising one bloody fist and sloppily wiping tears from his eyes. Dream stared down at Techno's pale face, shining with a golden hue in the morning light. He looked so peaceful, just like he was asleep. He might have been if it weren't for all the blood and the gaping hole through his chest. Dream's hand moved to his face, holding back another round of gagging. "Kill him," Dream tore his gaze away from Technoblade's body and met Chris's shiny blue gaze, realizing at once that Chris was full-on crying. 

"W- what?" Dream hissed in confusion, wiping tears out of his own eyes.

"I know you said you'd never kill anyone ever again, but- but I'm asking you just this once," Chris hissed, his voice cracking in certain areas. "Kill that man," Dream didn't need a name to know who Chris was talking about. After a long moment he forced himself to stand, banishing the dizziness he felt as he did so, and turned. He was still holding a diamond sword he'd picked up off the ground and after a moment his eyes found Indigo. The black-cloaked man was fighting valiantly, but Dream wouldn't let him hurt any more people. I'm going to kill him. Dream thought, pain and shock evaporating, leaving only anger. 

"YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!" Dream snarled, lunging and driving his blade forward. Indigo turned from fighting Tommy and Skeppy and just managed to dodge what would have been a fatal blow.

"So he's dead then?" Indigo hissed. "A soul for a soul! My dragon is going to die because of him! Serves him right!" The man snarled, lashing out. Dream blocked, grunting with effort as his diamond blade flickered in the golden light while Indigo's own netherite one glowed with enchantments. 

"Dragons don't have souls," Dream hissed. "So I guess I'll have to take yours!"

"You can try, but I'll beat you- you can not win!" Indigo snapped back. Dream let out a snarl of rage, spinning and using the momentum he'd built up to deal a deep blow to Indigo's shoulder that he was unable to deflect. The black-clothed man let out a startled cry of pain and staggered away, giving Dream another chance to land a flurry of blows on his sides and face. After a few particularly strong blows, Indigo's mask was history and in its place was an amber-eyed man dream had only ever seen in a picture back in the arena. 

Dream didn't care. He had no pity for the scared look Indigo was giving him as he snarled curses and leaving bloody blows across Indigo's body.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Dream snarled, knocking his opponent to the ground and flipping the netherite blade into the dust a few paces away. 

"Wait!" Indigo gasped. "WAIT! YOU NEED THE CURE!" Dream halted, his sword poised to end this man's whole existence if necessary. 

"Give me the cure and I'll let you walk away alive," Dream hissed finally. Indigo took a deep breath.

"P- promise?" He said fearfully, his amber eyes shining in the sunlight. 

"Promise," Dream hiss through his teeth.

"Dragon breath mixed with honey and a potion of healing," Indigo said. "Now let me up," He added a bit firmer. Dream raised his sword before bringing it down harshly, leaving a long gash across Indigo's face and barely missing his left eye. The man let out a cry of pain and clutched his face as Dream raised his sword again, prepared to end this fight. "YOU PROMISED! YOU- YOU PROMISED! LET ME UP!" Dream narrowed his eyes coldly, remembering something Technoblade had once said. It's only fitting if I use one of Techno's quotes against his assailant. Dream thought, tears filling his eyes again as he aimed his sword.

"See, I was using an advanced technique," Dream hissed. "Called lying," With that, he brought down the sword, Indigo's life ending at once. Dream let out a sharp breath, backing away from the body. Faint roars and snarls were still sounding around him but Dream, knew the dragon would die soon. He ignored the chaos, turning around. 

Through the crowd, a man sat beside his best friend's body, the friend's blood shining bright scarlet in the pale sunlight. Dream felt emotion well up inside him as he watched Chris brush some of Technoblade's peach-colored hair out of his eyes and then did the same for himself, his hand catching tears and fresh blood as well and dragging them across his face. Dream didn't know how long he watched them, but by the time he realized that the raging battle around him had stopped, the sun was a good inch or so higher in the sky. 

"Dream, we did it!" Dream felt numb as someone came up beside him and gave him a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Dream-?" The person, George, stopped as his amber gaze trailed to what Dream was staring at, and at once his breath caught in his throat. "Is that...?" Dream nodded solemnly as a green and white-clad figure approached the two, kneeling at once and gripping Technoblade's torn and bloody cape. No one else dared approach, at least not until there was a sharp cry from a few paces away and a young boy tore through the crowd toward his brother.

"TECHNO!" Tommy yelled, grasping Techno's cream-colored shirt. "TECHNO! NO!" Phil rested a hand on Tommy's shoulder, shaking his head slowly to signify yelling wouldn't fix a thing. Tommy started sobbing and soon another man was beside him, his emotion a mixture of confusion, fear, and grief. Dream stood and watched while everyone else who wasn't particularly good friends with Technoblade stood at his sides, debating to themselves if this was a true victory. Dream forced down his grief and walked over to Chris, a question still in the back of his mind.

"How are you alive...?" He hissed. Chris looked up, revealing that tears were still steadily flowing from his eyes, and shook his head.

"I don't know," He sighed. Only one thing came to mind, Technoblade mentioning something a while ago and Dream turned, heading away despite the urge to turn and grieve with his friends. "Where are you going?" Chris called. Dream bit his lip and headed onward determinedly.

"Home,"

I change the ending. I decided it would be better if Techno were dead. I'm sorry.