Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

A child is the guardian of the world

Warning! Description of dehumanisation, low self-worth and  cursing. You have been warned!!

Born from ash and soil he rose. No memory of his past, his only purpose was to bring about Mother Nature's fury. Gifted a weapon coated in godly enchantments and the knowledge of centuries he was sent out into the world. A newborn child, a soldier, a weapon.

He was labelled the deity of Mother Nature, but written in history as a monster, as a weapon wielded by Mother Nature herself.

The previous admins had caused Mother Nature pain, and in return, cities fell and thousands of players died. When the final admin fell, the monster vanished along with the walls separating the servers. Finally, peace returned to the world no longer divided and the players who survived began civilisation once more.
The history of the world burned in the fires, only fairytales remained of the great admin war.

What about the monster, the weapon? Well, it vanished hopefully never to return. But little ones I warn you if the world is ever harmed again then it will rise once more. Bringing about the end of players.

-Present Day -

Blistering hands gripped the handle of Nightmare tighter. Memories of the past flooded his mind, while emerald eyes struggled to keep the tears in. The beating of his doomsday drum grew louder with every passing second. He knew this was coming, he should have given up ages ago. However, he was stubborn and prideful, he didn't want to give up this life he'd built. Yet an obnoxiously loud child disrupted it all, sending him spiralling back into his past. Straight back to her, to the promise.

Loud footsteps echoed into the void of his mind, acquiring his undivided attention.

"You made it Tommy. Are you ready to finish this?" White porcelain met blue eyes and Dream froze.

"Not exactly." An older voice replied.

"Punz? Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here till later!" Dream stuttered. "Did I plan something wrong? Are the others stuck somewhere?"

"More or less, yeah." Punz replied.

Dream posture moved into a more confused stance as the cogs turned within his mind. "Why are you here Punz?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you." Punz stated as his inventory popped up in front of him.

"About?" The threat hung in the air, causing tensions to rise between the two. Both grip onto their weapons while simultaneously waiting for the other to strike.

"I wanted to talk to you about why do I have to betray you?" Instantly metal clashed against metal.

Nightmare smashing against Punzo Blade, sparks flying as both retreated only to come flying at eachother again. Dream danced around Punz's every move, whereas Punz was struggling to keep up with the younger.

Netherite collided once more, as both parties fought their hardest. "I'm sorry little brother." His strike faltered and Dream watched as glass shattered. He couldn't dodge! Dreams mind responded the only way it could think off. He froze allowing potions to take effect, the particles swirling around him effectively blinding him. Dream brain finally comprehend what occurred and he was sent into a furious rage. Stumbling forwards he swung his sword and watched as Punz easily avoided them. Dark tendrils crept closer, slowly swallowing his vision whole. Wrapping around his mind and pulling it into a restless slumber. "I'm getting you out of here Dream, don't worry about a thing, just rest." Were the last words his Wernicke Area could comprehend before fully being submerged in pitch black.

Netherite boots crunched upon the slimy yet hard ground as Punz bolted through the Nether. Avoiding all portals leading to the main hub of the SMP. Dream murmured in his sleep as he was jostled due to a cliff or sudden turn. Punz was relieved Dream fell quickly because five more minutes against the younger would have killed him. However, the other issue plaguing Punz's fatiguing body was the knowledge of Tommy's fury. The boy had been through quite a bit but Dream was family and family protected their own (unlike him).