Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Many centuries ago a village arose amongst a forest as old as time. The villagers all contributed as much as they could, building shops, gathering supplies, growing new foods never seen, planting trees after one is chopped, and entertaining the animals around.

It was said that their kindness drew the animals in, making the forest creatures have an undying trust for the humble village. As the animals grew closer amongst the village the gods watched with glee. Setting a commanding place for the animals below, which they all complied to.

Deers, goats, and elk, grew a close bond with a family with last name deemed as “Underscore”. A small family with a variety of personalities in it. They worked the job of lumber and building small homes and businesses for the newcomers and travelers to wander.

The sea creatures of the land, specifically the salmon, fell to love a woman with the last name soot. Her hair matched the scales of the salmon, but her smile looked as sweet as the flowers on land. She’d visit the lake every day with fresh bugs and crumbs of bread to toss into the steady flow off the water. From what the fish could dissect was that she was the owner of a bakery in the village, the provider of sweets and smiles.

Slowly every creature from the land or sea had found a family inside the village. Each forming bonds that had never been seen done by humans. The gods smiled upon this behavior and blessed every family with new abilities. It being to have the characteristics of the animals they bonded with.

When the village awoke to their new appearance they thanked the animals deeply. Hosting a feast for all to eat. The feast was said to go on for almost a week before all the food had been ate. Travelers around the world told the tale of what happened, to a point where every village had grown these same bonds and characteristics, the only difference it was animals of their land. The life between nature and man had grown together closer and closer, and it seemed to never part.

That was until.

Tommy stared down at the book he probably has read a hundred times. No matter how many times he read it he would never be able to finish it. He’d kill who ever ripped the rest of the pages out. He frowned as he closed the ripped book. Placing it down onto his night stand. Rolling onto his back as he lay on his bed pondering on how the story might end.

He sighed, as his mind boggled around on these ideas. But thinking won’t give him answers. It never has. He wouldn’t know what happened between the village, or what’s known as the Artic kingdom. He’d never know why it went from a never ending spring forest to permanently frosted land.

He probably wouldn’t had even known that the village had became iced if it wasn’t for the fact it was the only thing he could see from his window. It might as well just be picture of the kingdom, it took up so much of the once beautiful land.

Tommy still laying in his bed stared numbly at that window. His thoughts drowning him from doing anything. That was until the front door closed with a slam. Tommy jerked up from his laying position. Springing out from his bed, Tommy ran to the door before he stoped in the door way to the living room. A man stood in the entrance way dusting off frost from his snow tinted shoes.

“I’m home!” Dream shouted with somewhat relief. Tommy ran into the room to give him a warm greeting. A wide smile illuminating on Tommy’s face. “Father, welcome home!” Tommy quickly realized that his father must be hungry from his travels and dashed to the kitchen to start a meal, but continued his welcome message. “How were your adventures, did you gather anything cool?”

Dream plopped himself on the couch. Slinging his bag to the side of him and resting his back onto the cushions. “I think you know the answer to that Toms.” A grin appearing on his face as he patted the bag that sat next to him. “I can you all about it later, but I’d like to eat whatever you’re making first.”

Soon enough Tommy sat on the couch eating a meal of toasted bread with sausages to the side. A small but favorited meal amongst the two. Tommy couldn’t help but smile the whole time he ate with his father. I mean Dream is constantly out gathering amazing things. And well, Tommy has to sit home while he does so.

Tommy has always wanted to go out and explore with his father. It’s been a childhood dream of his! But from what Dream has told him, the world outside from the bubble of their home is dangerous and killer. So Tommy convinced himself it’s better to stay inside forever than die.

The meal ended quickly, so the stories began. Tommy sat and awed as Dream told Tommy about how he was able to get nether warts for his new upcoming potion. It’s apparently a strange red plant that only grows in the hottest regions. Dream always told the best stories, each having marvelous runaways and fights. Tommy couldn’t help but want to do that exact thing more and more each time a story gets told to him.

Okay, being honest, maybe when Dream told these stories he thinks of himself doing those things. But he would never actually do it. I mean Dream is so much more than he could ever be. Thats at least what Dreams always told him. And there’s never been a person around Tommy to tell him other wise.

There isn’t another person around Tommy period.

“Father,” Tommy blurted out when Dream had finished his dazzling tale. Dream gave him a confused look, “what’s wrong my little crow?” Tommy stopped for a moment, maybe he should say what he’s about say I mean it doesn’t matter that- “When will you let me go on adventures like you?”

Silence filled the area of the room. Tommy could fell the anger and frustration growing in his father. Tommy looked to the floor trying to ignore the disappointment on his father’s scrunched up face.

“Tommy.” Dream sighed, “Do I need to say this to again? I’ve told you this so many times. You couldn’t even handle have a few of your feathers peeing pulled off for our family’s sake.” Dream gestured his hand at Tommy’s wings. Tommy always forgets he has them, they never get used besides from having his feathers plucked off to be put in his father’s potions. Tommy’s wings that are colored as dark as the midnight sky. Wings that were so clearly never used nor taken care of.

Tommy held himself as he apologized to his father. I mean it’s such a stupid question to ask. He’s lived in this house for 14 years. His whole life. Thats something that will clearly never change. I mean what would he even do outside the house? Get used as transportation? Get killed? It seemed that those were his only two options if he left his home.

But he could finally use the wings his family got gifted centuries ago. That would be cool. No, that wouldn’t be cool, that would be amazing, refreshing. He’d finally be able to let them expand fully and feel the wind press against his face. Just maybe, Tommy wouldn’t mind being used as transportation if it meant he could fly… Just once.

The Artic kingdom castle’s halls echo in silence.  Exactly 13 years ago the youngest prince of the kingdom was taken abruptly from his nursery and has never been seen since.

The king is standing in the main hall of the castle staring out a window that was as tall as 5 men. He watched as his people roamed the streets, living their lives with smiles on their faces. Talking to others, paying for gifts to give to someone they care about.

Phil sighs, he wonders if Theseus would have enjoyed talking to others, buying gifts for his friends. His brows furrowed and his heart ached the thought. Theseus was the youngest son of the family, he’d only be 14 now.

The night his son got taken Phil was lousily sleeping in his bed. Even his own son at the age of 8 had protected Theseus better. Theseus could be been living a life with his family if it hadn’t been for him sleeping so carelessly.

Phil’s thoughts spiraled like clouds of thunder rolling in. But his thoughts came to a quick stop when he saw his son standing next to him. His eldest son, the next in line to be king, a boy who had lost his brother. A fate no person nor animal deserves.

The silence between them was loud, neither of them had words to say to each other. The royal family, the Watsons, never really talked on this day. It was a day to grieve. To take a break from everything and cry. To let the emotions compacted inside of them flow out like a gushing stream of water.

Philza lifted his wings, wrapping them around his son. Though Phil didn’t seem to have words to speak, he wanted to confirm to his son that it’s okay. That he understands and he’s safe. He wouldn’t let anyone lay a hand on him. He would-

“Tubbo and Ranboo left for the mountains.” Wilbur said with a quiet tone. His gaze still focused on the window. His eyes seemed glossy, wet and tired.

“What?” Phil tucked his wings back in, he look to his son with a confused look tilting his head the slightest.

Wilbut cleared his throat. “Sorry father, I came over to inform you that Tubbo and Ranboo have left to gather the flowers you had requested. They said the trip should take only about a day or two.”

“Oh, yes, thank you for telling me.” Phil could tell that Wilbur wasn’t them to tell him that information but didn’t mention it. Though it was good to know that Tubbo and Ranboo had set off. He wanted to gather the flowers to put in his son’s room, it was a tradition for everyone in the castle at this point.

“Wilbur, it’s about dinner time now, would you like to accompany me down to it?” Phil tried to as formal as possible to his son, buts quite hard when he’s literally your child. But nonetheless Wilbur nodded. They two of them walk to the dining hall quietly. Not a word spoken to one another.

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Hello everyone, I’m sorry to inform this fic is being discontinued.

I should say I did finish this at one point, I had everything written and was going to post it. But to my dismay the docs with the finished work had been moved into the wrong folder and was trashed. I tried to get it back, but nothing had worked.

So now I really don't have the motivation to re-finish it. I feel really bad because I quite literally said I would finish it. I’ve been planning on making this chapters to explaining what happened, but it’s taken some time because of sports, homework, and life in general :(

I’ve now moved to using notes app to write fics, such as my most recent one which was posted today.

Sorry to disappoint guys <\3

I’ll try my best to avoid deleting a whole fic again with my new one, so maybe, just maybe, check it out…

- Nico AKA; Rand0_writ3r