This is the start, i have no more to say, enjoy (:
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Dreams POV:
Dark.
Everything was dark.
I slowly opened my eyes. I needed to blink a few times before my eyes got used to the light. Not that it was very bright in here. The only light sources were the two glowing stones and the lava wall.
'I miss the sunlight.' That was the first thought that went through my mind. 'Just touching the grass and feeling the wind in my hair would be enough,' I sighed, 'but of course I can't do that.' I looked at the clock on the wall. I think it is 7 months today. 'I have been here for a fucking 7 months.' I want to throw the clock into the lava, but I don't have the energy to do it. And Sam isn't coming here to visit me or replace the clock any more.
I pulled myself over to the chest and my small pile of raw potatoes. My wrist was still sore after I tried to break out of here a couple of weeks ago. It didn't work well, so Sam didn't give me potatoes the next week, but I don't really care anymore. The floor scratched against my pants and my bare skin on my knees, but Sam didn't really care about my health as long as I didn't die, so I couldn't complain about it. It wasn't worth the little energy I had left.
I looked at the small pile of potatoes. I had only six potatoes left, but I think there will be more in a few days. I hope. I picked up a potato and slowly took a bite. It didn't actually taste like anything, only raw potato. 'If I ever get out of here, I will never eat potatoes again, at least not raw'. After a few seconds, the potato was gone. I was probably hungrier than I thought.
I sat myself up and looked into the lava. What else could I do? No one comes to visit me anymore. Or? "-is in here". I heard a voice. It wasn't Sam. His voice was deeper. I paused for a moment, but there was no more sound.
"Hello?!" I asked in frustration, "Is there anyone there?" No answer.
'Is it possible that I'm about to go insane, or that I'm hallucinating?' I banged my head against the obsidian wall. 'I can't go crazy, not now, I have survived so long in here, it can't be over so soon' I was desperate to hear them again. "SAM!!" I yelled out into the lava. "Is there anyone there?!" No answer.
I buried my head in my knees and slowly began to rock back and forth. I feel a single tear falling down my cheeks. I couldn't let myself cry now. I needed to be strong, but I wasn't strong enough to stop. So the tears just continued flowing down my cheeks, slowly and quietly. The one that no one can hear, the most painful one. After around 10 minutes, I sat up again, and started to look into the warm, glowing, red lava.
I said to myself, "I'm Dream, I'm not crying." And then I just let the time go by while I just sat there, on the obsidian floor and stared out and into nowhere.
Suddenly, I heard a new voice. This time I was sure it wasn't just some hallucination; it was Sam. Sam had finally come to see me again. I just hoped it was a friendly visit.
Techno's POV:
"Techno?" I heard Phil's voice from the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I heard he was worried because he didn't normally ask for what I was doing. I don't normally lock myself in my room either, but I just want some time alone. "Nothing special", I yelled back at him. I was laying on my bed, thinking about this one boy. I haven't seen him in a while. Actually, it has been months since I heard his voice. I miss it.
"Technoblade!" Phil yelled at me. "You will come out here to me right now." I sighed and slowly dragged myself out of bed and into the kitchen. "What is it, Phil? I am busy, " I said, tired and irritated. "Sure, you're busy.? I don't think so, " he wasn't surprised by what I was doing. "Busy with what?" he asked, sceptical with half closed eyes. I wasn't actually scared of something, but if I had to pick one thing, I think it would be an annoyed Philza. This man had a power over me that I didn't actually know about. "I- I was polishing my armor," I answered. You could hear the nervous tone in my voice; I was scared of being exposed. "Yeah, right," he said, still not convinced. "So you weren't laying on your bed thinking about him?" "How do you know?" I asked, surprised. "So you weren't polishing your armor?" he smiled at me. "No. I wasn't, " I admitted, looking down at the floor.
"You okay?" Phil asked, worried. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Phil, nothing to worry about." I put on a smile and looked up at him again. "Sure?" "Yeah, I promise." I smiled at him, but you could've seen the sad look in my eyes. We'll talk about it later, you know, " he said as he clapped his hand on my arm. "I know, I know," I said and then sighed. "You know, I am here if you need me. I know how it is to lose a loved one. " He smiled sadly. "I haven't—it's not-" I stuttered, searching for the right words. "How do you know?" I asked nervously, looking down at my boots. "Since he was locked up, you have been more quiet than usual, and I can see in your eyes that the spirit that was there when you were with him is gone now." "I need some alone time" I mumbled and walked into my room. I didn't care about locking the door properly.
'What is going on with me' I looked worried down at my hands. I really missed the time we were together. When we blew up L'Manburg, I smiled when I was thinking about the time. His smile when the TNT was dropped down and the frustration from Tommy, Wilbur, and all the other people in the nation. I pressed my head into my pillow and screamed. I don't think Phil heard me. It wasn't a loud scream, just a pain-filled one. Suddenly, I raised myself up and looked around. It's all due to the government. If the government just didn't exist, nothing of this would have happened, nothing would be gone, the server could live in peace again and I could have heard his voice again. I sighed before taking my sword and looking into the blade. I'm going to rescue him. No matter what it takes. I swear on my life.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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I am finally finish with the first chapter, I know it wasn't so interesting and that butIi hope it would be better in the future.
So yeah, I'm trying to write minimum 1000 words for each chapter...
1154 words.
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