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◈ Third person ◈
The sun was setting gently behind their slowly fading bodies, creating a red halo around each of their heads. Dream, the man with a mask, held onto a torch and his sword, while walking with a silver haired beauty, Vienna.
The silver haired woman carried a silver sword on her back, along with a bow gifted to her by Dream. She held her hands in tight fists, knowing and regretted what they had just done.
In all honesty? Vienna didn't want to do it, she didn't want to do it at all, but it was what she had to do.
Dream suddenly breaks off from the woman joining a brown haired man to his left, grabbing a sign he held, and drives it into the ground.
He wrote three simple words ,with his sword, in a messy script.
Surrender by dawn,
And walked away from the setting sun.
But the setting sun, was not a son at al. Instead it was a house, set by a flame by the torch that was in Dream's hands only moments before.
The house belonged to a boy named Tubbo, a once good friend of Vienna's. That is why she did not want to do this. But instead of walking away from the chaos that she had helped create, she stared at the flame, all by herself, with only the sound of the cracking wood to be her company.
She stared and was oblivious to the fact that in a few weeks, her home and everything in it, would be destroyed in a horrid burn out.
She had no clue what was coming. None of them did.
