It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

2. Leverage.

Dream's eyes fluttered open after God knows how long he's been out for.

He was laying on his back with his arms spread out, as well as his legs.

The first thing he saw was the starry, but lonely like sky from the giant crack in the ravine way above him.

The stars which shimmered brilliantly for what they represented, guidance and protection, gazed back down at the blonde, refusing to break the eye contact as the aforementioned wrecked his brain for a reason why everywhere ached so much.

That, was until, his brain started collecting the memories from before, remaking the puzzle that somehow lost its pieces.

He remembered that him and the brunette knight sought to fight one another to death, but that asshole slipped up- causing them to fall into the ravine.

The emerald eyed boy's face scrunched up at the thought of the other- he hated him to his core and everything he stood for.

After laying there for a while, not having a specific reason why, Dream decided to get up.

He couldn't stay down in this ravine forever- he had places to be and things to do.

But, however, as the boy who wore the lime green hoodie tried to sit up, he realized the hand in which he received the arrow's shot to had bled out even more.

The blood seeped through the hoodie and created a small puddle, the one he had laid in for hours on end.

He exhaled a loud sigh, clutching the wound as he forcefully pushed himself to get up, wincing every now and then from the muscles that had locked up after not moving for so long.

Finally, the criminal was able to get back up on his feet.

He had a couple of broken bones while others were just sore. He was covered in gashes, cuts and some newly fresh wounds while other places were just painted in the menacingly beautiful shades of blue, purple and red.

Dream stood there for a moment, debating on what he should do. Or more like what he could do.

Out of instinct he grabbed ahold of his waist band, expecting to feel and retrieve something, but when he found himself empty handed, he glanced down, eyes widening as he realized that nothing was hanging and attached to his belt.

"Fuck," the blonde swore under his breath. His dagger, as well as a small pouch that he always carried, was gone.

The dagger was most likely lost in the brutal fight he had went through a few hours ago and the pouch had probably fallen off.

Dream sighed out of frustration- everything that was important to him was in that small bag.

He looked back up at the sky. His lips were pressed in a thin line as his eyes felt droopy. His body was in agony and slight agitation ran throughout his veins. His eyelids felt heavy and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into his mom's bed which was littered with the soft cushions that she oh so loved and fall into a deep, never waking slumber.

The blonde felt unalive for the first time in a while. With everything ; the chasing, the running, the fighting, the adrenaline- it all made him feel lively, but now, he just felt tired- even though he had went through alot earlier that day.

Perhaps it was the fact that he had lost both things that meant everything to him... perhaps it was something else that he did not have any knowledge about yet.

The grass colored eyed boy was snapped out of his trance of thought like state when he heard shuffling not too far from behind him.

He instantly turned on his heel, already prepared to attack the who or what that was assumingly going to pounce at him.