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Dear Wilbur,
It’s me again, Tubbo’s been staying in Fantasia with me. Eraniel has been moody the past few days, or it seems so, the clouds are always grey, do you think it’s because Tubbo’s here? The flowers in my backyard have never been brighter, Tubbo keeps saying it’s his patron god’s work. I remember you telling me about them, Eraniel and Ruaetyel, the god of clouds, the god of flowers.
I wonder sometimes, how did they become our patron gods? We hear stories about them all the time don’t we? How did the gods of simple things like flowers and clouds ever become our patron gods? Picked over gods or warfare or even health? Any other god seemed to fall against them, none of them were competition.
I’ve been thinking, you know how the stories always told us everything isn’t what it seemed? The old stories of how Saried, the god of war, was physically the weakest of them all? The gods have never been what they seemed have they?
Somehow Eraniel and Ruaetyel came on top, somehow they had done something so impactful. Tubbo keeps saying that every god had a darker side to them, but also swearing Ruaetyel had done nothing wrong. He said he even found a book on it, claiming they both had earlier titles, claiming all gods had earlier titles before the ones we gave them now. The titles they hold now merely a semblance of their actual power.
Eraniel, the god of Madness and Instability.
Ruaetyel, the god of Vengeance and Justice.
Entirely different isn’t it? Tubbo swears it to be true, he swears up and down that it’s right, would you have believed him? I think i do believe him, it makes sense doesn’t it? Tubbo likes to think they put away their earlier titles in favour of new ones, to cleanse themselves from the actions of their past.
But it makes me wonder too, those two never liked each other did they? Don’t you think they purposely put us all against each other? That they keep pitting our cities against one another? You used to tell me that all the time, and i never believed you, but now, now i think i believe you.
Tubbo had another books on gods, said he didn’t want me to read it, but i did. The book seemed old, older than our cities, claiming to be written by a person long dead. It talks about Ruaetyel and Eraniel, about how they fought, how Eraniel killed the old city of the gods, blew it up in one act of madness, losing their own lover in the process. How Ruaetyel never once forgave Eraniel, went after them with a vengeance, wanting to avenge their own lost champion.
It talked about their endless arguments, Ruaetyel constantly out for Eraniel’s blood, while they kept going on their rampage. Endlessly chasing each other, unwilling to let bygones be bygones, and even now they don’t rest, battling it out using our cities as an army.
Do you think we’ll turn into that? After reading the story i understood Tubbo’s point of view, his unwillingness to worship Eraniel, wanting to punish a god for their actions. How he keeps vouching for Ruaetyel at every turn, telling me they just wanted vengeance for a city lost.
And i keep asking myself, are we doomed to turn into that one day? Turn into two people so intricately tied together we will never find peace? Doomed by our gods to forever chase each other, but stay too far for satisfaction?
I love you Wilbur, with all my heart, I don’t want it to come to that,
Dream.
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Dear Wilbur,
Tubbo came to me today, asking me if you hated him. Do you? You don’t right, I don’t think you could hate him, he wanted to know if the rest would hate him as well. I don’t remember l’Manberg very well, i do remember Fundy, is he still around? I’d hope so, he was so young when i last saw him.
He always wanted to play with us didn’t he? Kept trying to sneak out of the house purely to join us when we were playing, it was cute wasn’t it? I wonder what he’s like now, i wonder what you’re like. When Tubbo speaks of you, it’s clear you aren’t the same person i used to know. It’s the single most heartbreaking thing i’ve ever had to realise.
The boy speaks nicer about Eraniel than you, but i told him you didn’t hate him. You might not be the same Wilbur i knew so many years ago but you could never hate Tubbo, right? He needed to get away, he needed to be loved Wilbur, he just needed to be loved.
For now he’s in a better place! He’s doing so well, i hope you’re happy for him. He spends so much time in the garden it’s almost terrifying, just speaking to the air, i think i saw flowers grow in front of him, and i wonder, was he alone? Besides that, he gets along well with the townsfolk now. Sapnap takes him out often, showing him the city, sometimes even the world.
Forever in my thoughts,
Dream.
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Dear Wilbur,
I learnt more on the gods today, Tubbo started talking about it during breakfast, the kid is so smart, isn’t he? He told the tale of Ruaetyel and Aurita, the champion of flowers. Said it was a standard bedtime story back in l’Manberg, i think I remember you singing songs about that. He told me about them, how the champion loved the god, how they tried to stop Eraniel together, of how they failed. The stories here are different, they talk about Eraniel and their lover, together until the end.
Tubbo’s gone now though, he’s out with Sapnap and George in the nether, i’m worried about George. He doesn’t seem to warm up to Tubbo at all, it worries me deeply, Sapnap tells me I shouldn’t be worrying at all, to just pray to Eraniel and let it go.
But i can’t, George is never like this, he just tolerates Tubbo, but that’s all, am i a bad person for wanting them to get along? I never wanted anything bad to happen, Tubbo doesn’t seem to notice but i know Sapnap does.
Even if you’ve changed, i wish you were here, you always knew what to do when times got tough.
Only yours,
Dream.
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Dear Wilbur,
Today the worst thing happened, i came to terms with your hatred for me, I’m alright with never having your love again. But then, Tubbo came back home, back from going to l’Manberg. I let him go there to het closure, and he came back with an offer to a duel.
Why? What have i done wrong? Why do you hate me so? Is it for leaving? Do you know who i am after all? I can’t fight you Wilbur, you know this, i could never injure you. Tubbo tells me this is all about me, why does it always have to be me? Live your life Wilbur, i do not want to see you so miserable.
Apparently it’s all about the sword you gave me so long ago, to this day i still haven’t used it. It’s hidden away safely, I don’t even know how Tubbo knew it existed. All i carry around from it is a shard that fell of years ago, it makes me feel safe, makes me think of you.
But now i find that all you want to do is kill me.
You speak of Emerald and me as if they’re two different people, for you they are, for me it hurts. I’ll show up regardless, just for you, i’d never disappoint you. I know Sapnap will follow me, maybe even Tubbo, but i’ll pray to Eraniel regardless, maybe even Ruaetyel, they might show me mercy.
I can’t wait to see you again, even if it’s the last thing i’ll ever do,
Dream.