Prince Of The End.

[Chapter 1]

"Damn it," Dream muttered, ruffling Long Dirty Blonde Hair that swayed in the wind, "Stupid Endermen... stupid.. schlatt, god damNIT-" securing his potions on his hip and packing stuff into a suit case opens up the world code, [/object weight removed]

He glances at the mirror in his house, the house on a peaceful mountain just on the edge of his SMP, the one he abandoned after Schlatt came back, and the war between Pogtopia and Manberg begun after his house was burnt down in some kind of karma...Georges betrayal too, he sees long messy in a planned way that went down to the middle of the top of his back, highlights of Enderfire Purple strands mixing in when hit with light a certain way, two eyes sharp and analytical gazing at himself making sure he was prepared for confrontation,

His green hoodie had to be ditched for discretion in the dark, A tight Black and Plum turtleneck shirt covered his neck and elbows to his torso, a black shimmery cloak imbued with Dream's emotional magic runes, made to draw attention away from himself or turn invisible if need be, the Hood was down and his pants were thicker, but still flexible enough for Dream's more acrobatic style of fighting, yet thick enough to take an arrow without it completely piercing his skin, on his forearms were scales mixed with fur, Dream could barely look himself in the eye without recoiling in disgust, narrowed eyes, one Toxic Green, Eerie, and wrong, but better than his other eye which around it was dark skin, like an enderman, his nose scrunched in disgust and he slips his enchanted mask over his face to hide the glowing purple eye.

He looks at the letter he found at the edge of the SMP, a desperate plea for his help and return, after being gone almost a full year had sent the End and Nether into a frenzy, causing problems in the SMP from the sudden aggression from the mobs and the war still raging on with Wilbur, Techno, Tommy, Eret and Niki along with some soldiers and others from the broken down Dream SMP against Manberg.

"Good thing I never could slack on my training out here huh..." he lets out a breathless laugh, nervous at what awaits him and his return. He hadn't sent any notice, as far as they know he's long gone, dead maybe.

"Heh, I wish."

Slowly beginning his trek towards the SMP, he slams his hand down on his Rune waystone, a result of the Year of Peace he got to research, It brought him within a hour or so of walking to the edge of the SMP, teleporting into a Tree he swings his legs with his Enchanted Bag slung over his shoulder, holding more than it looked due to Dream's expertise in runes.

He kicks a dead body, seemingly having walked into the middle of the last zone they fought, sticky blood staining his shoe and cloak, scanning over the crowd of bodies to be sure no one he cared about was hurt walks towards the middle of the SMP.

"... Hello?" A voice Dream recognizes, it tears at his guilt already looking at Tubbo, who looked sadly at the carnage around him, Dream tilts his head up, he hears a gasp at the sight of the Mask, Tubbo limps forwards and lightly brushes his fingers, seemingly searching for the Magic Dream knows Tubbo has always been able to feel since his Magic Core started developing.

Tubbo wasn't too short, around 5"9 at 17 Years Old now, He'd grown a lot in the time that Dream had left, Dream who was still at 6"3 at 22 tilted his head and grabbed his Practical Little Brothers hand, "Hey Tubbo," he murmured holding Tubbo's scarred and cold hands in-between his much warmer hands, letting his special emotion magic leak through his hand to give a boost to the youngers energy.

Tears were dripping down the war-hardened teenagers face, a sob tore through his throat and shoved his face in dreams chest, hugging him tightly, Dream activated the warmth runes on his cloak and covered Tubbo with them guiding him away from the bodies and sitting him down on his lap (not a ship, as a big sister I always let my little brothers or used to let them on my lap to warm them up.) and cradling him gently the warmth of the Cloak swallowing him, Dream carded through Tubbo's hair gently, "I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I promise you I have a good reason-" Tubbo put his hand over Dreams mouth, "It's okay, I'm just glad you're not dead... how did you even get the letter anyways? If you even did."

 Tubbo scrunched up his nose as he spoke, Dream let out a wheezy laugh, "I perfected the waystone runes I wanted to create after the war," Tubbo's eyes lit up always happy to discuss runes with Dream since Dream was so good with them, "That's so cool!" Tubbo grabbed the hem of the cloak and examined the runes on it, "So this is a warmth rune, a Invisibility rune and a... What rune is that? It doesn't look like any runes I know." Dream shifted to get more comfortable, "I'll tell you once we get back, which place do you think is safest for me to return to?" Dream looked at Tubbo still bundled up in his cloak, Tubbo hummed "When you left we made a sort of... neutral zone since we needed somewhere to meet after the Nether and Endermen started getting... aggressive."

Dream winced slightly, but Tubbo continued, "They are all their right now so we can go their since they are expecting me back soon." Dream nodded, "Okay, what are the coords?" Tubbo gave the coordinates to right outside the building, Dream inserted the code and held Tubbo closer and they teleported to right outside, you could hear arguments from outside, Dream exhaled nervously, He grabbed Tubbo's hand who was now wearing the cloak, Glancing at Dreams Forearms and hands covered in scales and fur.

Dream turns to Tubbo, "I'll make you a cloak of your own but I'll need that back just for now, I'm not interested in what riot my... appearance along with my forearms will give, too bad I'm too magically exhausted to do a Glamor but whatever." Tubbo reluctantly gave the warm cloak to Dream and opened the doors, 

"Ah, Tubbo, do you have any news?" Schlatt the president of Manberg asks the 17 year old boy, Tubbo shakes his head, "Not really... but I suppose I have something better." Now that caught the others interest, there was a patter of boots calculated footsteps walking into the main part of the building. "Woww Tubbo, only suppose? I happen to think I'm pretty great." 

Everyone's eyes widened at the voice.

Dream stopped beside Tubbo, "...You look like you've seen a ghost."