The War Of The World

Is it too late?

Light shone on the cold stone floor. His face reflected in the pools of rain water and blood. his hands, covered in bruises and dirt. A young boy sat lifeless in a muddy trench. The hills were barren and the sky was silent. It was his. It was all his. But at what cost.

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'Guys, we need a plan.' Said Wilbur. He stroked his eyebrows and stood up to face the window. The winter fog settled on the windowsill, as he dragged his fingers across the icy surface.

'It's all under control isn't it. Me and tommy will go first to distract the-' Tubbo was cut off.
'Look, I have a duty to do, I have to protect you all. It's my fault if anything happens. I have to do what's right, and you have to let me'. Wilbur's eyes were cold and lifeless. His skin pale and brittle.

Around the table sat the men, their uniforms shiny, but their minds terrified. Tommy sat watching the others squabble, he turned around to see Eret in the corner of the room, sharpening his sword. Hesitantly, he moved over. 'Eret, do you want to do this? Surrendering is still an opinion.. isn't it.?' Tommy's voice was weak and quiet.
'No way, no backing out. We have a kingdom to protect, are you crazy? So what. We let them win? We let them have everything?' Eret's voice was monotone and sharp, he took a penknife out of his pocket and handed it to tommy. 'You'll go far, kid. Listen to Wilbur. Be careful of them.' He stood up, and slowly walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Wilbur turned around. 'We need a plan. We need an idea. Now.' Wilbur walked to the drawers and got out an ink pen and a large piece of parchment. 'Look men. Pay attention.' he started drawing lines with his pen, the scratch of the nib on the paper was deafening. 'We start at base. We move up the hill. We need the high ground.'
'Don't we need the low ground? It's easier for a surprise attack' Fundy suggested.
'No no, we can't outwit them. We'll go up the tower to get high ground. Then we use our bows. Ok men.'
The others looked completely exhausted. Tubbo sat staring out of the icy window pane, and Tommy played with Eret's penknife. It was going to be hard, but Wilbur knew he could train them.

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'SHOOT! NOW! COME ON ITS NOT THAT HARD YOU CAN HIT IT'
'NO! I CANT DO THIS.' George lowered his bow, and squinted at the target. 'I CANT EVEN SEE IT, HOW AM I GOING TO HIT IT.'
'Keep your eyes on the target. Like this.' Dream yanked George's bow and loaded it with a new arrow. He pulled it taut and squinted. The arrow fired with incredible force, as it launched hundreds of feet into the target. Perfect bullseye.
'DREAM I CAN'T DO IT ITS TOO HARD.'
'Stop yelling, and you'll need to if were gonna defeat the others. Keep practicing.'
George kept on complaining, but Dream had things to do. He was too busy to listen to George whine, so he grabbed his mask from the grass and bolted off. He heard George in the distance still yelling at him, Dream chuckled and looked back. He needed to find Eret.

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The whole of the land was silent. The late afternoon clouds were gliding across the sky. The wind swept the trees, as their leaves turned golden maple. The colours of the sky boomed as evening was approaching. A fantastic mix of burning reds, spirited greens and muted blues painted the skies. The cold, dewy grass spread for miles and miles, as Dream climbed to the other side of the valley he looked behind. He thought back. Back to the days when this was his. Him and his closest team had everything. There were no limitations back then. No rules. No nothing. He kept running towards the tower.

As he approached the base of the tower, Dream slid his sword into his Baldric, and walked to the other side of the tower. Right outside the walls was a trapdoor in the grass. It was covered by dirt to keep it closed. He kneeled down and pushed the dirt off. His fingerless gloves became dirty and dusty as he cleared the trapdoor. He then opened the latch and slowly opened the door. The wooden panels were soggy and delicate from the winter weather. Down the trapdoor was a tunnel and a ladder, strung together with rope and chunks of firewood. He slowly lowered himself into the tunnel, and closed the trapdoor behind him. The light behind him disappeared, while Dream descended into the darkness.

As he neared the end, a burning red light emerged. Dream carefully got off of the worn ladder and placed his feet delicately on the cold cobbled flooring. There was a dim lit hallway with burning candles lighting the way. Stood at the end, with a medieval style entrance was a dingy room.

Dream started walking to the room, eyeing the walls for traps. He reached the dark room and entered, leaving the candle lit hallway behind him. His feet took him further into the room, the smell of burning sandalwood lingered.

He saw two piercing white lights appear in front of him. They glowed like a wolves eyes in a pitch Black Forest.

'Eret. I need a favour.'

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