Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

God's Chosen pt 1

- Hi, Author here. The only reason I'm putting the authors note here is because I need to cover the rules of this world/idea otherwise this won't make sense. Humans age slower in this world, so you could be 160 and that in our years is 16. So they only have their birthdays every 10 years...God's are immortal and can't really be killed. Another thing about this world is there are servers, along with admins who power the server. If an admins dies then the server dies. There is more things, but I'll include those when they're important to the story, so I don't spoil the plot.

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-Warning, there is mentions of animal cruelty, dehumanisation, vulgar language and hero complexes! You have been warned-

The first time Dream met a god was in the nether, he was 160 (16) at the time. Young, naive and looking to prove himself. It ended with Dream in a cavern bleeding out from his side with multiple broken limbs. It wasn't the best first meeting and it wasn't their last. These random meetings occurred throughout the next month, leaving both parties fighting for their lives. Neither winning nor losing, just tying until it became a part of their routine. They'd show up at a large clearing within the nether, decked out in netherite gear and enchantments. Weapons drawn, bodies prepared for the oncoming battle.

Hours would pass with both of them still standing, the durability low on their gear, but not done.

One particular meeting lead to an odd discovery. Dream's mask was chipped near his right eye revealing emerald green orbs which collided with ruby red.

"What is your name human?" Blazing eyes glared into emerald. Solid masks hiding the pure bliss the two had in the company of the other.

"Dream, you?" His stance low and ready for a sneak attack.

Charging forwards the god swung their netherite sword, Dream blocking in seconds. Spark's flew when the steel collided setting alight the nether-rack battlefield. "Nightmare."

"A befitting name for one such as yourself." Dream complimented.

"Same goes for you." They traded cocky smiles through their blows. This was the initiation of a powerful friendship which would last a lifetime.

Hours were spent sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching the lava lakes bubble and boil. Striders waddling through the burning liquid and the groaning of zombie pigman fumbling around. Swords long forgotten, words were exchanged instead of blows.

"So you're a God? I expected more." Dream sent a cheeky grin towards the latter.

"You've been researching my kind haven't you?" Nightmare quirked his eyebrows towards the younger.

"Yup!" A simple reply but efficient.

"This is merely a disguise, my true form is larger."

"Would you be able to show me it?" Dream quizzed.

"No." Was Nightmare's blunt reply, his body tense.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just curious. I won't bring it up again." Dream expressed his sincerity through his body posture, mask still sitting comfortably on his face.

Another century passed and the two kept growing closer. Both respecting each others boundaries, but knowing when to push the other. True brothers in arms.

Dream had just turned 190 (19) and to celebrate he had spent the day with his two friends, Georgenotfound and Sapnap. However, he now lay crouched behind a pillar of basalt, arrow drawn back aimed at his target. Firing an arrow towards the older, Dream watched Nightmare tilt his head dodging the arrow effectively. "You can come out now Daydream."