Chapter 10

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Winter's POV:

I joined Tommy and Tubbo at the gates, my L'Manburg uniform newly made after the old one was destroyed.

This time, I had a dark blue one instead of the pastel one I wore before.

XD help us. I thought as Wilbur walked up to you.

"Winter, are you sure I want to come?" Wilbur asked, his brows knitted together in worry.

"Yes, I'll be fine." I said smiling up at my brother. I hugged him quickly before turning back to the group.

"Are you ready to get our independence?"

Dream's POV:

I walked towards the clearing we were meeting in.

Sapnap and George were arguing behind me, but I paid no attention.

I was more focused on the task at hand.

Getting the discs.

And making sure L'Manburg didn't get its independence.

I would make sure of that.

Sapnap and George would be mad if I told them my plan but I didn't care. If it meant keeping control, I didn't mind playing dirty.

I reached into my pocket, making sure I had it. My hand made contact with the wooden body of the totem, then the cold emerald eyes.

Cheating? No this is securing power.

I pulled my hand out of my pocket as we walked into the duel grounds.

This was going to be easy.

Winter's POV:

No matter how much I believed in Tommy, I couldn't stop the thoughts of him dying from racing through my head.

There's no way he can win. I forced myself to know that.

Wilbur stood in the middle as Tommy and Dream stood back to back.

"1."

Why was Tommy doing this?

"2."

He can't win.

"3."

He's going to die.

"4."

I can't stop it.

"5."

I can't protect him.

"6."

He's going to lose another life.

"7."

Why would he do this?

"8."

He puts himself and what he loves most on the line.

"9."

Why?

"10 paces, fire!"

Tommy whirled around and fired, barely missing his mark. Maybe I underestimated him...

Dream's arrow thunked into the wooden path as Tommy threw himself into the water, reloading his bow.

Tommy let his arrow fly, but...

I saw Dream's arrow fly towards Tommy's chest.

"No!" I lurched forward, as the water turned red.

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