《 The Elusive Dream 》DWTxOC

XXIX. Battle for Power

"Why hello Dream." Wilbur chuckled but his eyes narrowed when he saw Philza. "Father. This is interesting."

"You're a mad man, Wil. I taught you better." Philza spat.

Wilbur chuckled, "You taught me to take what I want. If you want something, chase it. I thought that it was unfair that special people- people with power were killed off. I'm going to show the mortals a taste of their own medicine and not even you can stop me, Phil."

"But we will." Philza said. The walls trembled like something large had hit the castle. Even Wilbur looked shocked.

"You are both fools. I will make your deaths painful." Wilbur snapped his fingers and Tip materialized right next to him. Blue ghostly chains were wrapped around her wrists and they disappeared into the ground.

"Dream!" She yelled.

"Let her go!" Dream demanded.

Wilbur only smirked, "Before I kill you Dream, I will make sure you witness her death."

Drista ran up next to Dream, "I can't find- nevermind. I found her." Drista said, seeing Tip. The castle shook again.

"Enough of this nonsense Wil. You are better than this." Philza said.

Wilbur chuckled, "My father and apprentice have come to stop me. Let's see if they are successful." Swords and spears that were on display on the walls peeled themselves off and floated behind Wilbur. He flicked his fingers and the weapons flew at them with incredible speed and accuracy. Dream deflected one of the spears into the floor and sent two returning to Wilbur. Wilbur knocked the spears away.

Philza launched himself into the air and flapped his massive wings, "Stop this Wil! I don't want to fight you." Blue lightning started to spark around his feathers on his wings.

"Then come down here and let me kill you." Wilbur smirked and dodged a paint balloon from Drista. He wasn't as lucky to dodge the next that splattered purple paint all over his chest. "You little..." He growled as Drista summoned another.

"Now that's a work of art." She made a kissy face like a French artist would over a piece of art and threw her next balloon. He deflected it with a gust of wind.

Philza beat his wings as the lightning built up quickly he arced the lightning at Wilbur. Wilbur redirected the lightning out the stained glass window behind the throne. The multicolored glass shattered and sprinkled the throne room in shards of glass. Tip tried to cover herself from the shards but the magical chains tightened. She winced as one sliced open her upper arm. Wilbur laughed, "You think you can stop me?! I am more powerful than ever before! Nothing can stop me!"

Two men came from the corridors following the palace sorcerer. She pointed to Dream, Philza, and Drista with a crooked finger and muttered something to the men. They grinned and got into fighting stances. One summoned a dagger and threw it at Drista. She redirected it back at him. The second sorcerer used his magic to send a wave of ice spikes at Dream and Philza. They leaped to either side of the wall of ice. Dream winced from a sharp pain in his side. "You're pathetic, Dream. You never had what it took." Wilbur spat. Philza and Drista were fighting the other two sorcerers on the other side of the new ice wall.

Dream's axe appeared in his hand, "At least I'm not a crazy psycho who thinks murdering innocent people is okay."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, "The previous king did the exact same thing. He ordered the death of your sister and hundreds of other innocent sorcerers."

"That still doesn't make what you are doing right. Two wrongs do not make a right." Dream said.

"You think I care? I will make this world perfect for people with magical powers. Either join me, Dream or perish with the rest of the mortals." Wilbur said as he summoned two tomahawks. The blades simmered red with heat. The cold air that flowed into the room from the broken window made the blades steam.

"I will never join your murder spree." Dream snapped.

Wilbur sighed, "Such a shame that I have to kill three sorcerers on this day." He threw his tomahawks. They hissed as they hit the ice behind Dream. They reappeared back into Wilbur's hands right as Dream took a swing. Wilbur blocked the swing and parried it. Dream easily blocked the parry and hit Wilbur in the nose with the hilt of his axe. Wilbur fell back from the impact and the golden crown rolled off of his head.

Wilbur used the back of his hand to wipe a flowing stream of blood coming from his nose. "I forgot how quick your reflexes are." Wilbur chuckled as he got up.

"Have you had enough?" Dream spat.

"Oh, I'm just getting started." He swung at Dream and hit his wounded side nearly making him crumple in pain. He hit him several times giving him a cut and burn on his arm and shoulder. Dream fell to his hands in knees as the enchantments on Wilbur's weapons contained to burn his skin. His mask had fallen off long ago and he tasted blood.

"Dream!" Tip shrieked.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Princess." Wilbur smirked and turned towards her, "watch closely, Dream."

"D-don't you dare, Wilbur." Dream seethed. He tried to get up but Wilbur kicked him onto his side. He glared at Dream and twirled his tomahawks as he walked towards Tip slowly. There was a flapping sound like large kites. Corsa hovered in front of the broken window before she hung on the windowsill with the claws on her wings. Ranboo sat on her back but he teleported into the throne room when Corsa landed. He had his crossbow drawn and pointed at Wilbur. The window was barely big enough for her to fit her head into. Wilbur was frozen in fear.

"Corsa!" Drista yelled excitedly. Corsa huffed at him and her breath was so strong it knocked him over. She bared her teeth at Wilbur. That gave Dream enough time to get up.

He pointed his axe at Wilbur's chest, "It's over Wilbur."

"It's only over when I'm dead. I'm not finished here." He muttered. Wilbur snapped his fingers and disappeared from under the axe. Dream cursed to himself. He turned towards Tip. The blue chains faded into ashes around her arms. She ran up to him and hugged him around the neck. His body screamed in pain but he didn't care. He had her again. They both slid to the floor out of exhaustion. She started to cry into his chest.

He cradled her even closer, "I am so sorry. I should've protected you better."

She looked up at him, "W-what?"

"I should have kept Wilbur from bringing you here. From summoning you." He choked. She then did something he wasn't expecting. She kissed him.

"That wasn't your fault." She said when she pulled away, "I just wish we could've done something about my father. I know he was a terrible person but now- now I'm alone." She sobbed and looked down to hide her tears.

Dream grabbed her chin lightly and had her look up at him, "You're not alone. I will never leave you again." He pulled her into a passionate kiss to make his point clear.

"Tip? Dream? Are you guys okay?" Philza said when he flew over the ice wall. Drista came around the other side of the wall. Tip rested her head on Dream's chest and nodded.

"Just cuts and bruises." Dream said, pulling her closer.

"Where is Wilbur?" Philza asked while looking around for him. Drista went up to Corsa and patted her snout.

"He got away." Dream answered.

Technoblade came into the throne room with several guards and the hunters behind him. "Everyone all right?" He asked.

Philza nodded, "We have to stop the Sorcerer Secession. They will continue to kill mortals even though Wil is gone."

"What about the king?" Technoblade asked. Tip flinched.

"Wilbur killed him." Dream said while hugging Tip tightly. The room fell silent except for Corsa's heavy breathing.

"That makes me q-queen. Whomever I marry will become king." Tip choked out. She shuddered from her own words.