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"Happy thirteenth birthday Tomathy!"

A boy with hickory hair and sunglasses shouts holding a diamond sword. Tommy laughed at the boy's silliness. "Why the diamond sword-not that i'm complaining." Tommy chuckled. The hickory fixed his orange shirt and black jeans. "Because! We're gonna fucking kill Asaii! That's why! It's my birthday gift to you!" The boy smiled mischievously.

"Where the fuck did you even get that Deo?" A boy with brunette hair, hazel eyes, green shirt, black pants, muddy black shoes and a grey cape asked.

"Don't question it Tubbo, Just accept my amazingness, and Tom! Come kill Asaii with me and Tubbo!" Deo smiled.

"I think I'll do it later Deo. I gotta head to Newfoundland. Wilbur wanted me to head over. Can you guys look after Business Bay in my absence?" Tommy asked adjusting his messenger bag. "What? Of course! The gods have already stopped their chaotic rain awhile ago, I wouldn't be too worried about the Bay, the gods are most likely tired or in trouble with XD." The American boredly waved away. "Yeah, I think we're in the clear for chaotic gods." Tubbo sighed in relief. It was common for gods to visit the earth in random spots at random times much like it was normal for humans and half-mobs to live as one.

Tommy nods his head in agreement before heading into the woods and out of Deo's sight. The bridge between Business Bay and Newfoundland was twenty minutes away but of course the thirteen year old was impatient.

He closed his eyes and breathed in then shook his body violently causing a thick pair of golden wings to appear. He had learned to hide them from this book he got from the dessert temple. Him and Wilbur were exploring the dessert village when he stumbled upon it's temple. He didn't tell any of his friends about his wings on Wilbur's command. The boy deemed it too dangerous for anyone else to know after a group of hunters tried to cut off Tommy's wing when he was eleven years old.

Tommy gained momentum before ascending into the air, he was far enough so no nearby people could see him but just in case the young boy flew higher into the clouds. The atmosphere was so breath taking as if there were no other sight as astonishing as this one.

He landed next to the bridge, shaking his body once more hiding his wings. He climbed into the cart and pulled the lever which sent him speeding across the bridge as the wind tangled his fluffy flying blonde hair. The sight of the ocean was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. It never seem to stop being beautiful as the years went by.

Finally the blonde reached his destination. Newfoundland. His brother's small nation. It's crazy to think Wilbur at thirteen, had manufactured an entire nation by himself. But it was even more ludicrous for Tommy to have manufactured a whole nation at twelve. He just turned thirteen!

It was because of this that he had the values of a leader and a bold character. Tommy and Wilbur, before their nations, were homeless. They had to fight mobs, hunters, dragons while staying alive. Tommy learned a lot more than the basic human mind. Even if he wasn't completely human. It made him smarter than others. Far more knowledgeable.

Trees, ponds, animals, plants and structures littered the green terrain

"Tommy! There you are young brother of mine!" A cheery voice shouted. Wilbur ran up to his little brother with a great smile. "Happy birthday Toms. I'm so proud of how much you've grown for the past years."