Sands Of Time || Dream W.T.

Chapter 4

'Tales of the SMP'

Blinded by a broken heart, the brunette made his way towards the hidden room, surrounding of cluttered stone walls and dim torches that were soon extinguished of light, being replaced by lit candles in a form of... Circle? The candles centered a lectern with what seemed like a very unusual book.

Footsteps clinged against the red painted floor as Karl walked towards the lectern. He skipped through a few pages, stopping to a specific number and grinned, whispering the enchants that was written throughout the page.

It was filled with sacred spells. He knew the consequences of his actions but yet he dived in without a care. All for the satisfaction to keep the power that made him him.

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"The crows had been seeing things." Phil sighed to himself as Techno just raised his brows in curiosity. They're sat in the small wooden cabin Techno constructed with Ranboo nowhere to be found whilst they took the time to catch up.

"Ever since the incident, i left some of them to spy on the SMP when I was banished." He explained and Techno just hummed, letting his father know that he was interested.

Technoblade knew what his father was talking about, he couldn't possibly forget the day Phil killed his son's savior. It was basically knife pinned to the back of his mind.

After Phil killed Y/n after the war, naturally everyone protested, insisting on his exile. What he didn't thought was for his son to find him, millions of millions of blocks sway from the main land, surviving in a small quite shitty cabin.

"I think they're helping Dream to revive her, Techno." The blonde let out a deep breath once again, clicking his tongue frustratedly.
If they revive Y/n, it was sure she'll come for him, or at least that's what he thought.

"You fear for her return?" Technoblade asked sympathetically to his father. He found the idea silly but he understood well enough why his father felt that way.

He could sense the answer by just looking at his father's gaze. It made him chuckle. "She might be mad, enraged even, but she wouldn't." He reassured.

"'An eye for an eye,' Techno. Kristin's been telling me, she's not a big fan of her limbo." Phil warned more to himself than his son. "For death's sake, she's the Goddess of Redress!" He exclaimed, shutting his eyes.

"It's not like you'll be there to see her come back." Techno shrugged as he hummed again in satisfaction. Her revival was the intense feeling he's been having lately, it seemed as though he had to return sooner than he had anticipated. He hoped Ranboo has the answer to his unreligious prayers.

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"H-how are you here?" I whispered, as if he was going to disappear if I jinxed it too much. George didn't answer as he continued to sob against my shoulders. I wanted to cry aswell but someone had to stay strong for the both of us.

I cupped his face and pulled him off just so I could look at him properly. He didn't change, puffy eyes, tear stained rosy cheeks and lightly smudged eyeliner.

(Couldn't help myself😩)

"It's real, I'm here, George." I cooed silently, wiping his tears away, smiling as started to calm down. "How did you get here?" I asked softly.

"Why the hell do I do this to myself?" I heard him mumble to himself before looking at me. "I missed you so much." He whispered, savoring the time to memorize my face. "I missed you too, gogy."

"Why do you look... Different." He asked and I smiled. "It's been 8 years, George. I've been awake for 8 years straight." I chuckled at his disbelief.

"It's only been 4 months." George muttered and took my hand. "Pinch me." Just as I was about to, he pushed my hand away. "No! Nevermind! I don't want to wake up yet."

I frowned. "You didn't say how you got here." Why was he acting like this is a dream. In my end, this is certainly not.

"I- well... It's a long story." George sighed.

I smiled. "I've got my whole life to spare."