𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢᵐᵖ

𝖠𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 || 𝖠𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇

My knuckles were turning white from how hard I gripped the torch, I felt small cuts forming on my palm. I watched as the flames grew higher and higher by each passing second.

If this was a few years ago, I'd be scared out of my mind, remembering the flames from my village. But now, I stood with a smile, I smiled as the ash blanketed my hair, blending in with the silver. I smiled as the smoke filled my lungs and burned my throat, and I smiled as the fire hurt my eyes, burning to bright. But I still smiled.

I was like a monster of my own making, an arsonist with a past fear of fire, ironic.

I was too busy admiring the scene in front of me that I forgot that Dream and George were waiting for me on the mountain. I walked slowly through the red-yellow haze, feeling the heat burn my skin but leave no marks, and would leave no holes in my sleeves. I walked until I came out of the smoke and walked away from the big black wall beside me, only looking back once, and that was to watch our handy work.

We lit the surrounding forest on fire, as a show of force, and to make the L'Manburg land look barren and bland, hoping to stop people from wanting to join their cause. Me and Sapnap were ordered by Dream to light it up, and that's what we did.

I could see Sapnap in the distance, watching as I did, as the flames climbed the sky. White ash coated his face and hair, creating a dark look over his pale shin. He had a sickening smile on his face, but I loved it. I smiled back at him and he joined me on the walk to the mountain where Dream and George were. We walked side by side, hand in hand and torch cutting into our others. When we reached the end of the forest fire, we threw the torches into the flames.

As we climb the small mountain, the smoke leaves behind us in a puff of smoke, burning white and grey. The smell burned my nose. I could see Dream's green sweatshirt, despite the situation we were in, and George's goggles behind a tree.

Dream's mask was covered in ash, as were the goggles on George's head, it covered their clothes and painted across their face. Sapnap's bandana was covered too, as was his black undershirt. He dropped my hand and helped me up the last little climb, pulling me up by the forearm.

"Thanks," my raspy voice sounds forced through my burning lungs, hurting from the intake of smoke. I know he feels the same way, so he only nods before joining his friends.

I could tell he was upset about something, but we had bigger things to worry about.

I saw a head pop up over the side of the wall, blond hair and mask over his nose, he looked at our group on the hill, and quickly disappeared, making me believe I had imagined it, as no one said anything about it.