Taken (DSMP/Hermitcraft crossover)

The Beautiful 1st Chapter

TW: Starvation and the second exile, mention of injury, a bit of manipulation (dream)

After a few weeks of exile, Tommy knew the daily routine quite well. Wake up at dawn, find food (usually an apple or nothing, or a rabbit if he was lucky), gather resources, and eventually, Dream will come.

When Dream comes, Tommy must be on his best behavior. He learned this the quickly on day three when Dream's axe came a little bit to close to the blond teen's nose. That day Tommy also learned that bandages do not fit well rapped around faces. 

Then again, it wasn't like he had any bandages to use anyways. Those were all blown up on day one. 

When Dream comes, Tommy sees his hard work get destroyed. Every ax and piece of armor, every morsel of food, and every last bit of hope that Tommy had to survive in the harsh climate. 

But he had grown used to it by now. Used to the sounds of the shovel slicing through the dirt, the TNT being placed, it being shot with a flaming arrow, and the deafening sound of it exploding everything he owned. It seemed to be a daily ritual with Dream, some days he would even demand that Tommy will blow his own items up. It was nearly second nature by now. 

All that would come later in the day. Right now, Tommy was starving, and the only thing he currently had were two sticks. If Tommy has learned anything, never underestimate what a man can do with two sticks. 

With his newfound confidence and energy, he rolled out of his bed and walked out of his tent into the brisk morning air. 

The birds had not yet awoken, and an odd-still-silence was set around Logstenshire, all except the gentle lapping of the waves from the beach nearby. Tommy shivered, folding his wings close to himself as an attempt to get some warmth. It seemed that it was getting colder, or maybe his clothes were just wearing down. He had holes in his shirt and one of his pant legs were torn terribly due to him falling off of a tree. At least Dream gave him bandages for that one... 

Tommy worked quickly, he was well practiced at having nothing and building it to something. He quickly scrounged through his chests and found a wooden ax, he used that to gather enough wood so he could go mining. He just needed enough gear to impress Dream, so he really just needed as much iron tools and armor as he could get before he came. 

The caves were empty, nothing was in them ever since Tommy had gone caving the first few times. This meant that Tommy had to start a strip mine. 

Ignoring his growing hunger, Tommy set off, a stone pickaxe in hand, to gather himself some iron. 

The first 40 minutes were slow and grueling. His stone pickaxe barely made a dent in the stone, he incorporated all of the strength that he could, but it was not enough it seemed. But Tommy was stubborn, and sure enough, he found enough iron to make himself an iron pickaxe. After that, mining became a lot quicker and a lot less grueling. The iron pick easily cut through the stone.

Eventually he had enough to make a chestplate, leggings, and an ax so he could defend himself (Dream had looked VERY disappointed when Tommy used his iron to make a sword).

Tommy placed the last of the iron ore in the smelter as his hunger finally caught up to him. His stomach twisted painfully and he felt as though he was going to gag even though he knew nothing would come of it. He grabbed the wall with his hand because suddenly, it felt like the floor was shifting. His vision too began to betray him, it swirled and twisted, it was horrible. So he elected to clench his eyes shut in order to ignore the sudden vertigo.