~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Thirty

How many mistakes can he make until the whole world collapses on him?  Until the whole world decided they have had enough of him and erase him?  Surely it would give as many chances as possible,  right? It seemed that way for now.

As the war continued on, L'manberg has gotten more weaker,  but they never gave up.  They were loyal to their country and determined to make it known to everyone that they can stand up to stronger people just for it.  It was remarkable,  to say the least.  Stupid, but remarkable.

His leader never stopped as well though,  having the same stubborness as the child from the other side.  The determination to bring them down overpowered any sort of remorse he could've had for them.  Better yet,  his thirst for power overpowered any sort of emotion that could've stopped him. 

At this point,  it was obvious for both teams that none of them would stop for their battle to be won.  It was almost stupid for George.  The fact they have to rise to be the best. They don't know how much this would cost their downfall.

It was also very funny to know that even after all the fight they've been through their very leader,  Wilbur Soot,  was the same person that would bring their country down.

Shame,  really.  It held a lot of opportunities.

Back to the present,  the two hard headed people were yet again arguing for their rights.  How they managed to argue about the same topic for so long astounds the brunet to the point he just doesn't listen anymore.  His best friend Sapnap was in on everything,  however,  always listening to every bit of detail that came out from them.  He was always so useful for these stuff to the point he was confused on how he was easily overshadowed by someone like him who has done nothing.

He was confused on how he was meant to be king of this world (Even though that failed miserably.) more than Sapnap could ever be.  Yes,  he's destructive,  but he's also responsible when he really wants to be or needs to be.  Sometimes,  he felt like he should be getting all these titles rather than he did.

Until now,  he was still confused about how he had all these titles and the very person who deserves it had none to the point he was forgotten and abandoned.  The very painful word and feeling of abandonment.  He knew that his friend felt that when his leader left them over a country. Over power.

He couldn't bare say he felt the same as Sapnap at that time.

He was nudged by the very person he was thinking of,  apparently having stared for far too long. He only shrugged and went back to his position where he was pointing his crossbow at the child.

It was all the same thing over and over again. Raging arguments, blasts of TNT's, screams of terror and pride, and thoughts that overwhelmed him.  It was always the same for him everyday.  He never realized how the war was long.  Was this how L'manberg felt?

Most probably worse than he's feeling.  They have been losing all these times, after all. He commends them,  however.  Even after all the loses,  they still choose to be determined rather than give up.

Their once peaceful land, however,  were just full of craters now.  Full of hatred and war.  This was more tamer than the future,  but it still was terrifying to know that this was the start of everything.  The very starting core of the future.

His mismatched eyes would always scan through the oasis before it as he walks on top of a cliff that overlooked everything. He remembered how everything was clean.  No holes in them nor the burn marks left by their weapons were made. The very present he stands in right now were merely a tamed past for everyone in the future.  It was horrible to think of. 

His blonde leader suddenly appeared besides him as he sat down and watched the sunset with him.  How he managed to find him,  he doesn't know,  but he did know his friend had a way to figure out.

"You alright? You've been out of it for the whole war." He asked,  concern radiating off of him once again. The same concern as inside the betrayal box, as he would like to call it.

He nodded, hoping his friend would realize that he,  indeed,  isn't alright,  but can't tell him otherwise.

Dream noticed,  however,  and opted to hug him with one arm,  letting him lean on his shoulder.

"Hey. Everything will be okay. We're close to winning the war."

That isn't what he was worried about.

"Yeah.  I know we'll win."

Dream smiled at his response,  patting his shoulder as he leans back on his arm behind him. He seemed relaxed for once.

"By the way,  Tomny asked for a duel earlier."

Oh.  This.  Of course.

"I want you to be there beside me." This wasn't a surprise.

Nevertheless,  George nodded.  He accepted the place even though he already knew he shouldn't have.  His best friend smiled wider as both his arms now wrapped around him tight.  He seemed happy.  Maybe that's all that matters to him for now.

"Great!  It'll be tonight.  I'll see you on the prime path." Was his last words before he left to get ready for the duel.  He knew his friend would come out victorious there.  He didn't have to worry.

He stood up as well, going to the direction of the commu house to get his armor and stuff.  He needed to get ready as well.  It didn't take that long to walk from here to there,  having dressed up by the time the sun deeply set below the horizon.  It was time.

His figure walked to the prime path,  seeing his allies and so called enemies already there.  Everyone was cheering for their sides and it was obvious everyone was worried for the child that was currently talking to his leader.  His best friend caught sight of him and gave him smile behind the mask, appreciating the fact he did come here.  They talked for a bit until the duel started. Wilbur counted their paces.  10 paces.

"1

2

3

4

5"

Was something wrong? He felt off about this duel for some odd reason.  This wasn't how he was supposed to feel.

"6

7

8

9

10 paces, fire!"

And only did he realize what felt off as the arrow went through his best friend with precision,  hearing himself scream out before everything went black.