ONCE A WARRIOR | dreamsmp

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chapter v , maps to you

       "Y/N—I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU." the urgency in Tommy's voice made me tense up. My following steps wavered.

I just arrived back at the base with Technoblade. He was returning the spare swords to their places in the chests as well as our latest logs of spruce. The meats were in the smoker—unfortunate targets from bow & arrow practice—as he took off his armor, hopes of seizing a few minutes of shut-eye before his shift tonight.

       "What is it?" I questioned. He wiped the sweat from his brow. His feet were distributing weight from one side to the other. The white sleeves of his t-shirt had torn slightly. Autumn is about to be over. I'm worried about his lack of proper attire for the upcoming winter.

       "About your death," he stared at me dead in the eyes.  I couldn't break away.

"What about my death?"

"It was my fault."

       With the heaviness in his voice, a bunch of weights dropped onto me.  A scratchy sensation crawled up my throat.  I barely know him—or I don't remember him. This is only my fifth day of being awake.  I don't want to say something that I know my previous self wouldn't say.

       "...care—care to elaborate on that?" I utter.  However, the words that came out of my mouth were not free of cracks that gave away my concern.  Tommy's eyebrows furrowed as he continued, flattening his lips into a line.  His lower lip began to quiver slightly.

       "It started with the Disc War," Tommy spluttered, and another large clot went down his throat. "Dream was mad—he was so mad that he didn't kill me with the arrow that started our independence of L'Manberg. It was supposed to be like a life or death thing. Everyone in L'Manberg had reluctantly agreed for me to do this. But when I let go, you knocked his arrow out of the way with your own arrow and I had time to string another one, only it missed him about a millimeter apart."

       I couldn't even string a bow—how could I have struck with such accuracy? It could possibly be the time I was dead. My body could have forgotten most of its muscle and just memory overall. God, when will it return? "Why would I do that? Wasn't it your own battle?"

       "That's what I thought too!" He exclaimed. Techno grumbled in response of this, turning onto his side on the makeshift mattress. "Sorry, Mr. Blade. You go rest. We'll go outside."

       I held the door on the way out and fastened it behind us.

       "Can you continue?" I ask.

       "Dream's whole team was angry about your interruption—demanding something else in return. You said that you didn't want anymore lives to be taken. You said that you'll just take them on all by yourself. They thought it was preposterous, but somehow Dream agreed to it—maybe that bastard thought of it as some sort of sick challenge for his pride..."

       It...I seem to be a very impulsive person. Who's Dream again? I'm not sure, though I have a strong perception that he is the one who killed me. Who else could it be?

       "It went on—It went on for a few days until I couldn't take it anymore. You went on for days with blood dripping down everywhere in town. So in order to forge a true truce with Dream, I needed to trade something equal of value to me and that would be good enough for him."