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He gasped as he took a breath he needed badly. The oxygen going down into his lungs fueled him and gave him what little energy he could get. The hunters were chasing him. He could hear their screaming. Choking, he took a breather and climbed a nearby tree as fast as he could. Hiding behind one of its many branches he closed his eyes as he thought. How did this go so wrong? He smiled thankfully to himself as he watched the hunters pass by. Once his friends the next day his enemy. Holding back laughter as this situation was nothing to laugh about. Water fell from his eyes and he gripped harder, the wood imprinting into his hands.
“OH COME OUT CLAY! YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY FROM YOUR CRIMES!” A familiar voice shouted. It was his once-best friend. His fire was smoking over his body in anger. He gulped. Oh yes he could, and he will. He has to survive, he has too, he promised to himself as he slowly made his way to the other side of the tree as the hunters would find him soon. Stepping branch to branch as carefully as he could and avoiding any that didn’t look sturdy enough. Clay looked below him. No time to worry about that now.
He glanced back at the 3 other people. Tall in the trees he was sure that they couldn’t see him. But there they were trying to track him down. To kill him. To hang him in the plaza of the city for a crime he didn’t commit. Breathing deeply he went faster. He didn’t have time to waste. Faster and faster the surroundings blurred together into one all big mess.
The trees and grass turned into blobs as he raced through the trees, trying his hardest to run away from them. But he knew that he made them follow. With the loud cracks from the broken trees and his hard breaths, they could hear them. But his hope was that they would be slower than him. That he would be faster than them.
Grass didn’t soften the pain from the impact as he fell down from the trees after it seemed that the hunters weren’t following him anymore. He looked around and he saw a river with a couple of trees. This is a good place to rest, chopping down all the trees that he could, soon enough he had a handcrafted stone sword and pickaxe. It was clumsily made, but it was the best he could do in such a short amount of time.
Picking at the splinters he paused. He looked at the reflection in the water. Dropping his weapons he carefully touched where his face was supposed to be. But what he felt wasn’t his skin, no it was smooth porcelain. A Dream Mask. A death sentence practically. He fell on the floor, the dirt brushing his wounds, but that didn’t matter. They put a death sentence on him. He was the kingdom’s top priority. They really wanted him dead. He laughed. His cackles echoed in the area. He felt the appendages from his back come out from the bandages. The dark feathers falling from uncare. It hurt. But that didn’t matter. He was dead. He had nowhere to hide. He was dead, he had nowhere to hide.
He threw the mask into the river. Where it would end up in an ocean. Where it would end up in a island. Where it would end up in another man's hands. A man with the same black wings that he had. But he didn’t know that. He threw the mask back into the ocean where it would stay there. Stay there until it disintegrates into nothingness.
As Clay was passing in the nearest town he could find he heard the whispers on the street. About a boy no older than eighteen who killed King Sclatt. They said it was because of his hybrid features. They talked about his wings that looked so similar to the Angel of Death. They talked and he just listened. He hid behind his hood and stood in the background of bars, alleyways, and just rested. Rested with his wings clean and no need to pick up a sword. He knew this peace wouldn’t last but he hoped. He hoped dearly as he interacted with the people of this small place.
He shouldn’t have hoped. The place where he booked a room? Blown up with TNT. The nice old lady who would give him candy because ‘he looked like her grandchildren’? Murdered behind her house. The forest he played with kids his age? Burned down, fire filled his lungs as he promised. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. The screams of the people still haunt him to this day. The screams of the hunters brought him back to the present. He used his upgraded iron axe to chop them down.
Looking at where he would stay next, he walked on by the suspicious passerby and went where the inn is usually at. He smiled, just for a bit, to appease the man in the front counter. “Welcome to the Antarctic Empire, kid, don’t worry so much, we won't bite.” He smiled. Clay tried to smile back as he went into my new room. As he sat down on the bed he felt the soft material cover him whole. He felt warm. He stood up suddenly as he knew that he felt too comfortable. He couldn’t get too comfortable again. Not like last time. Gazing at himself. He knew that he had changed. His once bright blue eyes turned cyan, his hair that was dark blonde turned light, and his skin was now darker than before. His clothes were of a simple dark green shirt and brown coat with black pants, all baggy to hide his features. To hide his wings.
He went to the library as he did many times before. Looking up as Karl stopped sorting the books to look at him properly. “Oh, hello Clay. How are you doing today? Are you ready to do your job?” He nodded and carried the books from the older man’s hands to where he was going to sort them. Now Clay knew that this was dangerous. He knew that if he was going to be found yet again they would kill Karl and everyone else. But where else would he get the answer to breaking the curse of finding on him? He continued to search and put the books back in place.
At the festival. Well it was festive alright. He heard from Puffy that it was like this every year. He wished that it was the same as back home. He wished it was the fireworks and dancing instead of the coldness and hunger. He knew that this was the longest that he had stayed in a place. But he could feel it. He was almost there. He almost unlocked the secret of the Hunters finding him. That he could make everyone forget about his old life. So that he could forget. Looking up at the darkening sky, it felt nice to finally be free.
Puffy had told him about a book reading thing going on in the plaza. He wanted to know more about what the history of his new home was going to be like, after all he already decided what he was going to do. What he saw when he sat on the floor with many other children who had heard this story multiple times before. But he didn’t know the story. As he leaned closer to the stage he heard the loud noise of the trumpet. The show was starting. His eyes gleamed. They said that since this was a special occasion they would have the royalty play part of this play. He didn’t believe them at first. But now he does.
Because he could see in the place where the absent King Phil actor had bright pink hair, no one had that colour except when your Prince William or Prince Dave. As the flowing hair fell, the show started. The youngest prince Theseus ran up the stage. “Oh my, what happened to you?” Prince William asked on the part of the King. “Oh my majesty,” the youngest prince bowed as he was the Royal Advisor, they were good actors Clay thought as he watched the show before him. The background characters' reactions felt real. In his mind he thought, King Schlatt never did anything like that, but maybe the King was too busy to interact with his subjects. As it was soon the time to end the story of the General, the King, and the Royal Adviser killing the dragon, everyone clapped as the prop fell. Cheering and praising the out of breath royalty. He loved it. He loved it here. He wished he could never leave.
Crying he ran, they had found him. They had found him out. Grabbing his already prepared stuff he escaped through the door. With the privilege of Pandas being a blaze hybrid, the quickest way they could injure him was burning him. Plus the fact that they could burn down the places where he was at just to make him suffer. Throwing that memory out of his mind. The faces of Puffy and Karl, of them looking so frightened. Of them finding the punishment of the Mask on his face. Climbing the stone wall protecting the city or trapping the thing inside, he felt the cuts under his arms and thighs. He couldn’t stop now, when he was so close to freedom. The smoke of the fire burning his lungs he came over the obstacle. Falling on the floor like he did so many times before, he parkour over the gaps of the stronghold.
The building was broken beyond repair but that's what it is, after all no one had visited since King Philza killed the ender dragon. Keeping his wings out as he pushed his robe into his bag. Walking a little faster as he feared that the hunters would soon follow. You see why he came here, it's because he heard the rumour that the King upon killing the ender dragon removed all illnesses in his body. Now it might not be true, but. He was willing to take any chance at this point.
As he dug the stone walls he gathered all he could. As he hit and mined he stumbled. It was a room, a room with a giant circle. The portal. Quickly gathering the necessary materials he put the eyes of the ender into the holes where they belonged. As he placed down the final piece he shuddered. A burst of light appeared and it was lit. But he couldn’t waste anymore time here, staring into the vast void that was right before him. Kneeling he casually dipped his hand into the void. He gasped as he felt a pulling sensation. Dragging him into the void he felt shivers in his skin.
Opening his eyes he felt cold, there wasn’t any warmth from anywhere. Puffing up his wings that were forgotten he saw the expansive depths beneath him. Gripping the stone material he flew. His wings were ruffled and he was tilted. Every flap he would hurt so bad. But he didn’t have time to perfect it. He didn’t have time at all. Avoiding all the endermans eyes he went his way to the centre. There stood the other portal surrounded by obsidian. Carefully taking out the crystals he crafted beforehand he placed them like the book instructed. Four on each side of the walls. Placing the first one he breathed softly at the floating ball and made quick work of the others. After resting the last end crystal he backed from the portal as the image of the void broke. Soon a beam of light appeared connecting the four pieces together. As he blinked he saw each obsidian tower being struck from the light and soon enough all of them were lit. As he heard the roar of the dragon he heard the screams as well.
They’re here. But that's fine. He's dealt with them before, Clay rationalised in his head. Shooting the arrows with his bow he rushed as they blew up. “Oh Dream~ You can’t run anymore.” He saw a trident being thrown at him. He dodged and kept climbing the tower. At the top of the tower, the cold numbed him until he felt like he couldn’t grip anymore. A sword was slashed towards him, gasping for air he swung to where it came from.
As he grasped his side where he was hit he saw the dragon fall. Glancing at the hunters who were scrambling to get to him. It was his chance to end this, he realised. But his wings. Another reason to hate them. Flapping them like he did before he flew near the dragon, bringing his netherite axe down to its neck.
A burst of white came out and the dragon was covered. Grabbing the scales of the dragon he steered it to the now open portal. Putting the axe to his back he closed his eyes. His head felt dizzy when he impacted onto the ground. Being bumped by the many cracks on the ground. He did it. He killed it. But it isn’t over, running to the now open portal as the island fell behind him. He didn’t have time to waste, not anymore. Jumping with no hesitation he felt the pulling sensation again. But it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right, not at all.
As he opened his eyes to what he felt was a long time, he opened his eyes and saw green. He hasn’t seen the grass so vibrant before. Not in the snow in the Empire and not the dreary brown in his old house. No it was nothing like that. Where was he?
OoOOo
CROSSOVER ARC LETS GOOOOOOO
manhunt dream my beloved
dudududududududduduududududu
lol hes still homeless in the other world
Clutching his head he felt assaulted as many voices that aren’t his own tackle his mind. Who are you? Where am I? Who is dream?
we are ur subconscious
CHAT
we are a cult
no, don’t discourage him!
WE ARE CHAT
WHY DID YOU TELL HIM
UR HERE IN THE DSMP!
this is dream’s server
AKA U
What?