Falling Sun

Chapter One

"All I ever wanted for us, for this country, is peace," Wilbur growled. His hoarse voice sounded even more hollow than the deserted streets of their hometown.

"You- you sick, manipulative bastard," Tubbo stuttered, taking another step back. There was a time when he would've trusted every word Wilbur said and followed his every move without hesitation, but that time was long past. Wilbur was changed. There was a mad look in his eyes now, where there used to be warmth and kindness.

"I did everything I could so we would finally have peace. If you have a problem with that, then maybe you aren't the hero you claim to be."

"What about Tommy? You killed him out of cold blood!"

Wilbur shook his head slowly. "Tommy? Tommy was the reason this whole war started! Ever since he came here, all he did was lie, steal, and cause chaos! He deserved worse."

Tubbo, with shaking hands, took out his bow and a single arrow. He looked back at Wilbur; the man who he and Tommy used to trust wholeheartedly. Look where that got them.

There was fear showing in Tubbo's light brown eyes, but there was also determination. That was a dangerous combination. As Tubbo aimed the arrow at Wilbur's chest, Wilbur stood taller and spread his arms as a challenge. He was confident that Tubbo wouldn't shoot him.

"Do it," he said with a smirk. "End this war once and for all. You'll be taking our country down with me."

Tubbo hesitated briefly before steeling his nerves. The next few seconds seemed to go in slow-motion: Tubbo releasing the string, the arrow flying out, Wilbur trying to duck out of the way, and the arrow burying itself in Wilbur's shoulder.

Wilbur stumbled back, his left hand reaching toward the arrow. "Wh- Wha- Tubbo?" Wilbur stammered in shock.

Tubbo's eyes widened. He had actually done it? He was scared of himself and of what he had done. He never thought he would be the one to hurt another person. Wilbur was right: he was no hero.He watched as Wilbur gripped the arrow by the shaft, and ripped it out with a cry. There was fury in Wilbur's eyes as he looked back at Tubbo. If looks could kill, Wilbur's glare would've put everyone in this country six feet under.

Tubbo frantically backed up a few more steps, almost tripping. He dropped his bow and quiver of arrows as his stomach tried to escape through his throat and his hands shook too hard to keep hold of the items. Never again, he vowed, never again would he hurt another person. No matter what.

Wilbur groaned as he stood straight, his hand pressing tightly on the wound. Tubbo shook his head in disbelief before turning around and running away. Wilbur didn't bother to chase him. Revenge comes to those who are patient, after all. For now, he headed back to his house where he tended to his wound.