We Are The Warriors

Last Chance

Wilbur led Tommy, Tubbo, and Fundy back into L'Manberg's walls. They went and rested in the underground bunker they had sheltered in just hours before.

"Father, I'm so sorry," Tommy began to cry. Wilbur pulled him in.

"You did your best. I'm proud of you son," Wilbur said, fighting his own tears.

"I just cost you your life, just because of my own temper! I'm the worst son anyone could ask for," Tommy sobbed. Wilbur grabbed him roughly. Fundy began to tear up. He wasn't the only one who was going to lose his father tomorrow.

"Do not think like that Tommy. You have fire in your heart. I had it as a boy myself. It's why I started this war in the first place. This fire is a gift, but also a curse. It takes time to learn to control it. You handled it well. Dream is an incredibly skilled archer. I knew from the start that he would win. Even though I'll be dead tomorrow, I'll at least have died with honor. You two are the best sons I could ask for. I want you to carry on my legacy when I'm gone, alright?" Wilbur explained. Fundy and Tommy nodded, unable to speak. Tommy reached for Mellohi and placed it in the jukebox. Wilbur, Fundy, and Tommy listened to the disc one last time as father and sons. One last time, before Tommy would lose it all. They fell asleep, crying in each others arms.

The next day, the men awoke at sunrise. The sounds of dying mobs filled their ears. The realization struck Tommy that these were his fathers' final hours.

"There has to be something I can do," he said to himself.

"There is nothing," Wilbur said. "I must die today. For L'Manberg."

"Why don't you, Fundy, Tubbo, and I run away?" Tommy offered. "Somewhere far away from Dream and-"

"No," Wilbur said. "It would be cowardly of me to run from my destiny. I must face the truth. Remember my motto? Independence or death. I have chosen death." Tommy sighed, nodded, and hugged his father. He pulled Mellohi out of the jukebox and led his father out of the bunker. The army walked to the sight of the bow duel to meet Dream.

"Welcome," Dream said. "Do you have what I asked?"

"I do," Tommy said. He handed the disc to Dream. Dream smiled, admiring his new toy.

"Thank you," Dream said. "I'm no monster. You may say your goodbyes to your father." Wilbur said his goodbyes to Tubbo and his sons. They remembered the good in their lives. Wilbur wished them all well in their futures. After a few minutes of emotional talking, Wilbur was ready. He raised his hands and his men backed away. George and Sapnap grabbed his arms and brought him to his knees. Punz and Eret stood behind them. Dream approached with a netherite axe.

"Any last words, Wilbur?" Dream asked, raising the axe above his head. Suddenly, an idea struck Tommy.

"Wait!" he shouted. Dream paused to look at him. Fundy grabbed his collar.

"Tommy, don't get involved," Wilbur warned.

"Give me a chance Father. Please," he begged. "Dream, I wish to speak with you privately." Fundy released his hold on his little brother.

"Very well," Dream said. He set his axe down in front of Wilbur. "Keep Will here. This won't take long I'm assuming." The men walked a distance away from Wilbur.

"I'll do absolutely anything to save my fathers' life," Tommy begged.

"There isn't anything I want from you," Dream said.

"There is one thing," Tommy said.

"What would that be?" Dream asked.

"Both of my discs," Tommy said.