𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲【𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐖𝐚𝐫】

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In the middle of the group's second practice, Dream and George came upon the new, blackstone walls of L'Manberg. Wilbur was the first to notice the pair, lowering his fighting stance. He had requested extra practice with Cypress, despite the injury that was inflicted on her hand. He set a hand on her shoulder as she pushed back her sweaty, black hair. She was tired. Ever since yesterday, she had been training each member one on one at least once. She had multiple scrapes, grass burns, and splinters due to the wooden swords. Wilbur gave her an apologetic smile, before leading the younger woman to where the two were waiting.

Dream eyed her carefully. At first, he didn't realize how much of a threat she had the capability of being, but seeing how she was training five men, that of which had little to no battle experience, it was clear she was becoming a force to be reckoned with. He felt the slightest twinge of worry for the girl, she looked exhausted and beat up, as if she hasn't slept.

"Gentlemen,"Wilbur greeted, removing her hand of her shoulder, holding a hand out for Dream to shake. The man did not return the handshake, causing the leader of the nation to awkwardly wipe his hand on his pants, breathing out a sigh."What brings you to L'Manberg?" Wilbur was polite, but upon closer inspection, it looked like he was biting his tongue.

"I have a message for you."Dream stated simply, tucking his hands into the lime green hoodie. George stood behind him, a sword at the ready. A malicious grin formed itself on the creator of the nation."I want to see white flags."He stated simply, his voice raising. Dream took a step forward into the walls, causing the president to take a small step back. Cypress didn't move, which took George off-guard. She didn't see frightened."I want to see white flags outside your base by tomorrow." He paused,"By dawn. Or you are dead."He was in Wilbur's face, the haunting black eyes of the mask causing Wilbur to shrug into his coat. Cypress gently pulled Wilbur back. She thought about it for a second. She squeezed her fist a few times, before quickly reeling her arm back, and flinging it right back into Dream's jaw.

Once her fist collided, there was a small crack. A small bit of Dream's mask was cracked, a few bits of the porcelain flaking off. He stumbled back outside the walls, allowing George to catch him.

"You aren't a member of L'Manberg, Dream. Stay out."She snapped, giving the taller man a hard glare before leading her President back to the clearing. Tommy and Tubbo were peering out of the hotdog van, trying to get a good view about what happened.

"Cypress that was brilliant."Tommy paused,"I love women."He finally declared after a few seconds, causing the two adults and Tubbo to start laughing. 

After Dream had stumbled back into his best friend, he felt warm liquid dripping down his chin. He assumed the girl had been wearing some sort of ring, due to the indent in his right cheek. He wiped the blood off, rubbing his jaw. She sure packed a punch.

"Isn't she supposed to be on our side?"George asked hesitant while they made their way back to the base. Dream nodded, tucking his hands back in his hoodie, walking past Tommy's house.

"She is on our side. She's further cementing it actually, She punched me. No sane person, with or against, would do that. Wilbur must trust her."He spoke, fiddling with the necklace which laid in his pocket. He had found it in one of the dungeons beneath the smp. It brought him comfort, it felt almost alive. Instead of cool metal, his slender fingers were met with a warm feeling. George gave him a troubled expression, but decided not to ask. The L'Manburgians had only a few hours to decide their fate, and the two men walking already assumed which choice they group would be choosing. With that, they prepared for war.

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Cypress' Pov

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After I had punched Dream, I was on an adrenaline rush. I just hoped he wouldn't be too angry with me. I didn't plan on choosing sides, so I made my own. I'm on my own side, helping both Dream and Wilbur. The people who were located outside all came back into the hotdog van.

"Men."Wilbur paused and turned to me,"And Women, we are at war. Dream has ordered for our surrender. We will not." Wilbur, in all honesty, had a way  with words. I could feel my heart beating in my chest."We have the declaration of Independance,  they cannot take away that, nor can they take away our spirit. We are L'Manberg. And we will fight for the sake of our new nation." He finished his speech, the rest of us clapped wildly. I was confident they would win, somehow. I just hoped that we were ready in time.

"We should probably had to bed, we have a big day tomorrow, and I think we all need a good nights rest for whats to come."I spoke up, laying my hand on Tommy and Tubbo's shoulder, giving them a gentle shove towards the rooms. Tommy grumbled unhappily, Tubbo complied. Before the brown haired boy reached the back room, he turned around and jumped into my arms, shoving his face into my chest and holding onto me tightly. My features softened and I held him. Tubbo seemed scared, unlike his blond counterpart, who just stood there looking out the window.

"Would you like a hug Tommy?"I asked, trying to refrain from teasing the boy. He let out a string of curses and joined Tubbo in my arms. Eret, Fundy and Wilbur gave us a small look, the two former leaving the room, while the latter stayed a bit behind. The two boys were holding onto me as if I was their life line."It'll be okay." I gently soothed, hugging them both a bit tighter. They were only children. The rest of us were at least twenty and above, these poor boys were only sixteen.  They shouldn't be fighting a war. Tommy was the first to pull away, before I allowed them to leave, I placed a quick kiss on the boys left temples, before they head off to bed.

Wilbur approached me next, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me,"Do you truly believe it will be okay Cypress?"He asked quietly. He was fragile, putting up a confident front for the rest of us.

"I do Wilbur, whatever happens, you'll always be my president."