Dear Dream,
Dream, my right hand man. Troops are waiting in the field for you. If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide.
I apologize to Prince George, but right now is urgent. We need him to help, not only as a secretary. I send my deepest apologies.
Dream, my right hand man, I have soilders that will yield for you. If we manage to get this right they'll surrender by early light.
The world will never be the same, Dream.
Sincerely,
Technoblade
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
