I see a dreamer

I see a dreamer

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RWBY
Minecraft
Jaune arc, was a mess He had told Pyyhra about his transcripts, and she had left in disgust. Jaune wasent sure if she had told anyone else, but it didn't matter. His anxiety wouldn't let him take the chance, so he ran off that night, not willing to face the disappointed looks of his team and friends. As he ran further and further into the emerald forest, he arrived at a strange black frame with a purple portal in the center. Seeing no other way out he jumped in, sending him to a whole other world Original idea by: nowthatsepic Minecraft X rwby Dream jaune arc Read at your own risk. Most of the early chapters are riddled with typos and a writing style I no longer employ. Updates come periodically
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Long ago, before borders carved the land into pieces, the world was whole. One kingdom. One people. And among them, there was a man-no, a legend. To his people, he was more than flesh and bone. They saw him as something divine, not because he claimed it, but because his heart was so pure, his purpose so unwavering. A warrior of light, driven not by glory but by the good of all. No one dared question the title that clung to him like armor. Not even the only man he'd ever call his equal-his best friend. The King of the World. Together, they weren't just rulers. They were guides, protectors... symbols of hope. Under their watch, humanity came close-so close-to achieving true peace. A peace that didn't feel like a dream, but a promise being kept. But, as with all stories born in light, darkness waits patiently in the wings. It came quietly at first, like a whisper behind the curtains. Then it roared. And when it did, it didn't just challenge the good in the world-it consumed it. Swallowed it whole, as if to prove that balance must always come at a cost. And just like that, the age of harmony ended. What remained was a curse. A wound stitched into the fabric of the world, waiting... hoping... that one day, someone brave enough, pure enough, might break it.

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