The ravens demand blood
And Dream wants to burn down L'manburg
Or, whatever is left of it
L'manburg and it's dwindling infrastructure, from buildings still torn and broken, to the prime path of blank old oak
They want to knock over towers, they want to crush the path to splinters and they want the crater to burn with it all
Whatever flora clings to the land will perish and scream out in pain for the world to save it and Dream wants to stand in the middle of it all, laughing
They wanted everyone around them dead
Did they think they were sly?
Did they think them a fool?
The loud child- oh how nice it would be for them to stay as silent as now- seemed to understand
They were not whoever they mistook them for
They were not whatever was in a prison
They can see the structure looming over head, the horizon line showed it off well in it's dark glory
And Dream can smell the blood that leaks from it
They can practically see it
The drenched pathway that marked it's entrance
And it sickened them
They had appeared somewhere near a castle as they remember, they had not dared to ask questions yet, but when they passed by, they saw a figure somewhere amongst it, high up
That castle would be lovely if it wasn't so....bright and discolored
The path had carried them through a public house, down past a church and even something similar to a compound, further along the land was vines and roots and disease they could only imagine was of the gods
There was a stage, a shopping center, whatever that was, Dream guessed something similar to a market stall path, and then they arrived past the crater, having slipped away to see it closer than further
"Was this important once?" Dream had asked, and Tommy only asked them to follow further away
Dream didn't get an answer
Such pitiful creatures
And to think they had netherite
They all smelled different, but together it was foul and bloody
Finally Dream could tell the difference between the small group, as all the scent was not overpowered by that of gunpowder and hatred
But they still had hints of deadmen in their graves
How the ravens called to them
Kill them
Make them scream
Hurt them as they did us
They have him, your bond
They took ours
Make them pay
Dream groaned, rubbing at the side of their face, rubbing the sides of their head and mussing their hair with a heavy sigh
Stupid birds
They took him away
"Be quiet" Dream spat, turning to face the flock behind them that clambered on ledges and trees, alongs the fences and buildings
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