y/n pov

Sometimes, it feels like you're falling, when in reality, you're standing completely still.

It's a strange sensation, knowing that the world was still moving, spinning in motion.

But I was falling away from the world.

Magic and threads wrapped around my fingers, connecting me to the physical world and the people who were my friends. Even those things couldn't stop the descent.

And if I was going to fall, I would bring the world down with me for those I loved.

-

Rolling thunder jostled me from the light sleep that I had worked so hard for. My eyes had begun to feel heavy, closing seconds before, and then the storm woke me back up.

My magic tingled with the racing bolts of electricity, trying to pull me out of bed. I could feel the magic worrying for me like a concerned mother.

Sighing, I rolled over to face the large window in my dark room. Ghost, my wolf, nuzzled up against my chest under my arms, trying to comfort me. He probably didn't understand my sudden change in emotions.

Despite it being the middle of the day, my room was bathed in grey. The storm that had left this morning, returned in full force. It shook the house with loud thunder and bright streaks of lightning.

I didn't bother lighting the lanterns around my room, simply because I didn't have the will to get out of bed. I could've summoned the flames from where I was laying with my magic, but even that felt like too much.

My door creaked and light poured in from the hall. I looked over my shoulder, hoping it wasn't who I thought it would be.

I wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

Well, when I did talk to him, it would be more like I was yelling at him.

But thankfully, it was only Sapnap. I could sense Karl and George in the hall behind him, but only the one with the white bandana poked his head in.

There was concern etched in the lines of his face as he spoke, "Y/n, I made lunch if you want to come down and eat."

Truly, I didn't have an appetite after this morning's events but I nodded to bring ease to my friends.

Sapnap smiled, content with my answer. He backed out of the room, closing the door behind him which made the room fall back into darkness.

Even though I knew it was coming, Tommy's exile still shook me down to my core. My heart fractured, a piece of it chipping away. That piece was with Tommy, wherever Dream had taken him.

Fire lit in my veins as the thought of Dream snapped into my head. Before, my fire would jump at the sweet and loving picture of the man, but now it burned angrily.

Magic didn't take it very well when someone we loved was hurt.

As soon as Tubbo had uttered the words that his best friend had been exiled this morning, I left. I numbly climbed off the wall, walking in a haze back towards my home. I heard Quackity faintly call after me but I kept walking.

For once, anger wasn't the first reaction I had. Instead, I just felt ... nothing.

My friends had asked what was wrong when I stumbled up the stairs. I ignored them and continued on my way into my bed. Ghost was the only one I let into my room with me.

My brain couldn't fully wrap around the fact that my best friend was gone. He was somewhere, alone. At least before, when he was first exiled, he had his brother, Wilbur.

Wilbur was nothing but a ghost now, a consequence of his own actions after blowing up L'manberg.

My magic poked me, wanting me to eat something. In response, my stomach growled loudly wanting food. Pushing my thoughts away, I pulled myself away from Ghost, out of bed.

My head was fuzzy from lying in bed all day, blood rushing up in splotches over my eyes. I swayed for a moment as my head evened out.

Lanterns burned warmly downstairs, hanging from the walls. The three boys were clustered in the kitchen around the small island. Their quiet conversation paused as I stepped off the stairs, into the room.

Sapnap pushed forward a plate of a sandwich, "Here," His eyes lit up, "I made it just for you."

Something lightened in me as I sat down with them, pulling the sandwich towards me. At least I still had them, even though I had no idea what was happening to Dream.

Forcing the lingering question to come out, I asked, "Do any of you know when Dream will be back?"

The three glanced around at each other. Somehow, they found out Tommy had been exiled. One of them had probably asked Quackity, most likely Karl considering his colorful hoodie and fluffy brown hair were damp.

George said hesitantly, "We have no idea."

I nodded, continuing to eat my sandwich in silence. I pulled two pieces of meat off the sandwich, tossing them down to the ground. Ghost ate the first in one gulp, while Patches, Dream's cat, nibbled on it.

When I finished, I pulled the feline onto my lap. She purred as she curled up against my stomach, enjoying the affection I was giving her. The cat was like Ghost, having no idea what their owners were going through.

Karl glanced at me, "Y/n, can I ask you a question?"

Sapnap looked at him in warning but I nodded. He continued, "Do you think Dream would hurt Tommy?"

I went to answer but paused.

Earlier, I had known the answer to that question without any doubts. However, a lot has changed in the past week, causing doubts to clog my throat.

Dream was becoming a man of power. A small part of me knew he would do anything to gain more power or to keep a grip over people. Even if that meant hurting people.

Yet, he still loved me.

I sighed, staring at Patches, "I don't know, Karl. He's changed."

They all nodded, a heavy mood falling around us. I never imagined heartache to feel like this. My heart felt confused at the sudden change in my relationship with the man.

And the memories of before didn't help.

The memory of the field flashed in my mind, from all those months ago. It was the first moment I felt feelings for my best friend, the beginning of a blossom. Pink had hinted at our cheeks, our hearts fluttering.

My heart lurched at the memory, trying to keep from breaking.

That moment was long gone.

And I had no idea where we stood now.

But I knew, deep down, I still loved him.

-

After spending the next few hours with my friends, I stood from the island on stiff legs. Night had fallen, making it hard to see in the room. The lanterns that lined the walls gave off an eerie glow in the stormy night.

Before I turned to go upstairs, Sapnap gave me a gentle but skeptical look, "You're going up to bed, right? You're not sneaking out?"

I smiled innocently at him, "Of course not. I haven't left my bed all day and I don't intend to until tomorrow."

He bought the lie, nodding. I didn't want to worry him, or the rest of my friends, but I wasn't a teenager with a curfew. Sapnap was just trying to look out for me, and I knew I probably needed sleep.

But I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

So after I waved goodnight to my friends, I quickly made my way upstairs. Instead of laying back down into my misery, I pulled my navy hood up and strapped my sword sheath to my side.

The sword pulsed slightly when I laid my hand on it in response to my magic. The weapon was an extension of my powers, a shell for them.

There was no point in losing any more time by wasting away. If Dream wasn't going to come home soon, I would go find him.

Ghost sat patiently by the side door that led to my balcony, knowing what I was doing. Despite being a dog, he gave me a pointed look, as if to say, Wherever you're going, I'm going too.

I whispered to him, "No, Ghost, you can't come with me. How am I supposed to get you down to the ground?"

He nudged my hand with his nose and then looked back at the door. I had to admit, the wolf was smart.

I pulled the door open as quietly as I could, trying to stay hidden. The rain lashed against my face from the storm, but I welcomed it with open arms.

Ghost walked out into the rain, waiting for me while his pure white fur became soaked. I gripped the slippery balcony fence, placing my foot over the side. I turned back to him, "Give me a second, and I'll get you down."

He stuck his tongue out in excitement. I took a deep breath and pulled the rest of myself onto the tiny ledge. My boots were slipping from the slick rain that coated the wood floor.

It wasn't a huge fall, but it would be enough to break a bone. So I pulled some of my magic up out of my bones, taking some of the wind from the storm. It swirled around my fingers, making light wisping noises.

Wind had always been the most useful when it came to heights. But each of the powers, fire, water, storm, nature, and mind, were useful in their own ways.

I jumped off the ledge, plunging down into the dark towards the soaked grass. My stomach shot upwards with the sudden movement and I fought to keep a scream in. As I free fell, I shoved the burning heartache into the back of my mind for now.

I had other things to do.

Besides, I still believed that the man I loved, could be saved. I may be naive and reckless for thinking that, considering the man had exiled my best friend, but it was worth a shot.

My feet neared the grass, my wind beginning to whip around me. At the last second, I pulled my hand up sharply, bringing my magic with it. The wind stopped my feet inches from the ground.

I released it, softly stepping onto the grass. I did the same with Ghost, stopping him before he splatted onto the ground. He shook the rain off of himself happily, unbothered by the plummet.

Thunder rumbled above my wolf and I as we walked towards L'manberg. Thanks to my magic, I didn't need a light to see in the dark. I could see and hear as well as Ghost with my heightened hearing and sight.

Despite the pouring rain, lights still lit up the area inside the L'manberg walls. I imagined that the walls would be coming down soon thanks to the deal Tubbo had probably made with Dream. Tommy getting exiled wouldn't come without a benefit for the nation.

The dark walls and absent best friend only proved my opinions about government. The structure of L'manberg, or any government, brought conflict and pain to the people in and around the nation.

Only one other believed what I did, Technoblade.

We had a rocky start but the pink-haired man had grown to be one of my closest friends. Now, he was somewhere north, retiring. He had grown tired of the blood-driven voices and needed a break, so after the rebellion, he did what I had longed to do.

Escape.

I pulled myself from my thoughts as I stepped into the obsidian walls. Ghost trailed behind me as I walked onto the spruce platforms that hovered over the aqua, coral-filled water.

The house that Tubbo had been living in was dark either because he was asleep or didn't want to be bothered.

So instead, I stepped towards the taller building which was lit up with candles. My quiet raps on the door were drowned out by a roll of thunder.

The door creaked open an inch, revealing a boy with a navy beanie and jacket. When Quackity's dark eyes connected with my own, he pulled the door open wider to let me in.

I stepped into the doorway and so did my dog, but I didn't take another step. The two of us were soaking wet, water dripping onto Quackity's floor.

I wrapped warmth around the two of us, steam coming off my clothes and Ghost's fur. The water droplets disappeared, leaving us dry. My magic settled back down after that, sinking into my bones.

Quackity walked over to a couch and patted the spot next to him. The harsh patter of rain was the only noise as I took my place next to my friend, Ghost laying down at my feet.

The wolf placed his head on Quackity's lap to be pet, while I leaned back into the cushions. I sighed, keeping my eyes on the dog, "How's everyone holding up?"

He shrugged, "Fundy and I are alright, but Tubbo.."

I got the idea, knowing that this decision for Tommy to be kicked out was not an easy one to make. I had just been with the two boys the night before, both in pain and confusing conflict.

It wasn't Tubbo's fault. He had wanted to keep his best friend here, but Dream wouldn't stand for it. Tommy was a threat to his power in a way and he disliked that.

Any threat to Dream's power was taken care of efficiently and quietly.

"What happened after I left this morning?"

"Tubbo said something about continuing to build, and then he and Ranboo went on a walk for a while. Ghostbur just ... disappeared."

"Do you have any idea where Dream took Tommy?"

Quackity stared out the window that was past me. It was blurred by the rain, lighting up when lightning struck, "All I know is that he took him North, and they traveled by boat."

"Well, I guess that's a place to start."

-

Ghost had fallen asleep while Quackity and I talked, curling around the boy's feet. I didn't want to wake him when I stood to leave, and my friend had happily offered to keep him until I returned.

The storm hadn't slowed at all, instead seeming like it had gotten worse. The thunder was louder and the lightning came faster. The sounds shook me to my bones but I wasn't scared.

After all, I could control the storm but simply chose not to.

The boats rocked harshly on the shoreline, wacking together. The water was crashing in waves against the sandy shore, giving the ocean an angry look.

Ignoring the damp seat, I sat in one of the boats and threw the oars out onto the shore. I felt for the water currents below the wavy surface with my magic. When I found the stream, I pulled my boat into the direction, gliding towards the open ocean.

As my boat rocked with the waves, I spread my magic as far as it could go, feeling for someone. The slightest hint of two people was in the northern direction. The second of the people made my magic shrink away.

The rain hit my face hard, making me squint in the hazy night. I ignored the challenges of traveling in the ocean in a storm, and put all my strength in the water currents.

I muttered to myself, "I'm coming Tommy."

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ayyyy I'm back

you know how it goes, first chapter things to set up events lol

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