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chapter twenty one

i eyed the enchanted netherite axe in dream's hand as he approached me. he could probably kill me with one swing. he seemed to have sensed my fear, and smirked.

"y/n you aren't supposed to be here," wilbur repeated. i ignored him.

"y/n," dream said as he finally reached me. "good to see you... awake."

what the hell did that mean? i ignored dream this time, and said, "what are you doing?"

"fighting," dream responded. "we're in a war, after all."

"why am i in l'manburg?" i asked.

"oh, would you rather be back in dream smp territory?" dream snarkily replied. 

"fuck off," i said just as fundy started speaking. i hadn't even seen him approach.

"y/n, you lost consciousness because of blood loss," he said.

"but why am i here?" i questioned. fundy's response didn't explain why i wasn't still locked up in dream's hell hole of a room.

"for some reason dream valued your life enough to bring you here so we could heal you," wilbur stated. he sent dream a glare as he spoke. "although if it weren't for him you wouldn't have needed healing at all."

wait, what? "did you guys fucking drug me? i didn't have any open wounds."

george, who had also made his way over to out little posse, answered this time. "no, y/n, we didn't drug you. apparently the wound on your leg was worse than we thought. dream said you'd been getting lightheaded, but didn't point it out until it was too late, so we didn't know what else to do but bring you back here and hope for the best."

i nodded, but was still confused. why did he value my life so much? i mean, blood loss is pretty serious, but the odds of me actually dying were low, so why do all this? although, thinking back to the pictures in his room, his willingness during my little escape plot, and his general behavior, it was safe to assume i meant more to dream than i had originally thought. 

"what day is it? how long have i been out?" i questioned. 

"it's thursday, you were only out for a few days," fundy responded. 

oh. it was thursday. the last day i remembered was a monday, and assuming it hadn't been over a full week, this was my birthday. 

wilbur seemed to put the pieces together at the same time as me. "oh, god, i'm so sorry, y/n. this is a really sucky start to your birthday."

"wait, birthday?" tommy asked. he now stood to wilbur's left. 

"happy birthday! how old are you?" tubbo asked. 

"twenty," i responded softly. damn, time really did fly. it seemed like just yesterday wilbur and i were 5 and 9, spending the days running through the woods playing tag. 

i was snapped back into reality when my eye caught dream's axe once again. "wait, why are you fighting?"

"it's a war, isn't it?" dream responded cynically. 

"great answer, thanks," i said sarcastically. so far, the boys hadn't fought for no reason. their was always something setting one side or the other off, enough for a battle to break out. 

"we're fighting to see who gets to keep you," tubbo said simply. 

hold up, what? dream brought me back to l'manburg, i should be able to stay. i voiced this thought, but dream quickly shut it down. 

"no, y/n, i'm not giving you up that easily," he said with a wicked smile below his mask. 

i rolled my eyes. "it's my birthday, can't you be nice?" i asked.

dream laughed, but quickly changed his posture and stance. his axe was now raised, as was sapnap's, george's, eret's, and punz's. 

the boys didn't even have a moments time to prepare, as they were already being attacked. spinning around, i searched for something i could use to help them out. my eyes landed on a shield and iron sword. definitely not the best weapons, but they'd have to work. 

i swung the shield in front of my body before getting in the line of fight. eret started attacking me immediately, all remorse and guilt gone. it was almost like he was never even a part of l'manbuurg, which broke a piece of my heart. 

i blocked his first hit with my shield, but the power almost knocked me over. i managed to regain my balance, and got a good swing at his shoulder, but the iron sword was too weak to do any damage to his armor. 

eret returned the swing, but this time the force of his swing knocked me to the ground. it was then that i realized how under prepared i was- my body had yet to fully heal, i had no armor, and my weapons were very much inadequate. 

i lied with my elbows on either side of me for support for a solid minute. eret seemed to be having a mental battle with himself, and while i knew he wouldn't kill me i also knew i was far from safe. his brain seemed to come to a decision, and in one smooth motion he swooped down and picked me up bridal style. 

he sprinted away from the others and out of the walls of l'manburg. i kicked, punched, and screamed into his chest, but i was nowhere near strong enough to actually do anything. after 10 or so minutes, i became exhausted, and just went limp in his arms. this allowed him to pick up his pace, and before i knew it we were stood in front of a large castle.

oh. so this is what eret had gained from betraying us. i wondered, was it worth it? i couldn't help but hope he tossed and turned at night, trying to burry the regret. i couldn't help but hope he hardly slept at night because of the guilt. after all, we were his family. we would have done anything for him, but he took that for advantage and betrayed us. 

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IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE

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