It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 8

Dream POV

Ugh, my fucking head hurts. Dream rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. He hadn't slept very well after George's nightmare. George's description of the winged man with his voice just hit too close to home. Dream wasn't ready to tell George that his voice wasn't the only similarity he shared with the winged man. 

He did his best to avoid the topic, distracting himself with annoying George. Which wasn't a difficult thing to do. He'd also wracked his brain trying to think of a way to cheer up the brunette. Dream had felt excited for the first time that morning when he remembered the blacksmith workshop he'd passed on his way to the ravine he'd met George in. 

The same workshop they were standing in front of now. The sun was setting, it had taken hours to reach their destination. 

Dream smiled as he saw George's eyes light up. "Is this it? This is it, isn't it?"

The blacksmith workshop didn't look like much from the outside. It was built with thick bricks and stone, in fairly good condition. Dream suspected it was because of the sturdy material it was made with.

"Hey, wait a moment." Dream held his arm in front of George as the brunette began to walk towards the door. 

George stopped and swiveled his head to glare at Dream. "What?" 

"Just let me check it out first, ok?" Dream wasn't making the same mistake twice, no matter how bitchy and impatient George got. 

George rolled his eyes but, to Dream's surprise, he stepped back. "Hurry up, then. Idiot." 

Dream took up his battle ax and approached the entrance. The door hung at an odd angle, obviously broken. Dream kicked the door the rest of the way down, peering inside the dark room. 

George was hovering close behind Dream, struggling to peer over the taller man's shoulders. After a moment he gave up and ducked under Dream's arm, eyes sweeping the workshop. 

Dream walked into the center of the chilly space. There didn't seem to be anything dangerous here, just an absolute mess. Broken pieces of wood, metal, and even glass littered the tile floor. A large book shelf with shredded books. Huge melting pots had been tipped over, and it looked thoroughly scavenged. 

Dream felt a pang of disappoint, and a whole lot more guilt for getting George's hopes up. When he turned to the brunette, though, George still looked excited. Rushing past Dream he skidded to a halt beside the bookshelf. 

He placed two hands on the side and pushed, but the bookshelf barely budged. He turned to Dream. "Come here and move this." 

"Why?" 

"Just do it." 

Dream shrugged his shoulders and moved to the brunettes side. The bookshelf wasn't difficult to move, but he was confused as to why it needed to be. Behind the bookshelf was a tapestry the same color as the walls. George reached out and ripped the fabric down, revealing a wooden door. He turned to Dream smugly. 

"What?" Dream opened the door to a large room that was even more confusing. 

"Blacksmiths that work with techy inventions always have a hidden room. Typically behind furniture or underground." George explained. "Clearly no one with experience in that area has been here."

Dream gazed at the assortment of tools hanging from the wall, the massive tables covered in metal parts and wires, and the furnaces lining the walls. He had no idea what any of it was used for, but if George was happy then he was happy. 

"Why wouldn't the blacksmith have some kind of protection? Like an eye scanner or some fancy shit?" Dream didn't understand why the door was unprotected.