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Dream had spent so much time doing this, it had taken all the mental power he'd had to keep this from the parasite that was in his body with him, he'd slowly been scratching out what would look like the senseless scribbles of a bored man but they were truthfully ancient banishment symbols used against Dreamons. He also been painstakingly constructing a mental box to shove the Dreamon in whilst performing the ritual that would usually take at least three people to perform but Dream didn't exactly have that as an option he was alone and everybody hated him. So why would they help him through this, no he would do this himself even if it took him decades its not like he was gonna die any ways fucking immortality made damn sure of that he thinks bitterly. Eventually everything was in place and Dream lashed out mentally with the strength he had saved quickly and efficiently locking the Dreamon into the simple but strong mental box he'd created. He could feel it's confusion then it's moment of realisation when it started to thrash about and try to escape the box. Dream carefully intones the ancient spell and feels both mental and physical anguish as the Dreamon is torn from his mind and tossed back into the abyss which drags the mental box down until Dream can sense it no longer.
His mind is his own after so so long he can hear the whispers of voices that had been long drowned out. Voices he was used to who were chaotic yes occasionally bloodthirsty but never outright malicious manipulative and controlling. This was a cacophony that he was used to these voices cared for him and had warned him of danger it was good to have them back. That wasn't the only thing he felt being returned to him with the Dreamons claws out of his mind and body Dream could feel power the pure unfiltered power that had been his since his creation rushing back into his being he could also feel the world he'd nurtured as a child it's three different realms and there concern for his wellbeing the Overworld was frantic but gentle promising a peaceful end to his story it reminded him of Phil "you shouldn't have suffered like this alone" it said, the nether remined him of Technoblade bloodthirsty and promising vengeance "I will tear them apart for what they have put you through" it said and then there was the end calming and understanding it reminded him of a dear old friend of his "rest now dear starlight child, we know why you acted the way you did we will never judge you for it" it said.
Dream was done absolutely done, he thought he could trust this Dreamon he thought he found another...... it didn't matter what he'd thought he'd been wrong so fucking wrong it was just like everyone else it had wanted SkyCraft not Daydream it had wanted the weapon he'd been not the person he was trying to be, it was no different than before. He couldn't protect those he cared about from getting hurt. "I'm so fucking useless" he hisses furiously punching the obsidian wall uncaring of his bloodied knuckles and the pain shooting up his arms "nothings fucking changed I'm still as useless as I was back then, I'm just as easy to control and turn into a puppet of somebody else's will, nothings fucking CHANGED" howls Dream burying his hands into his blood matted long hair as he lets out a broken high pitched scream of pain agony and utter fury. He curls in on himself sobbing out every emotion that had been building up inside for as long as the first war started he felt pain, sadness, guilt, terror, fear, loss, anger and hate he felt pure unfiltered hate for the Dreamon, anger for those who had broke their promises, loss for those who abandoned him and most importantly utter and complete distain and fury against his father who was the reason he was in this situation in the first place.
His sobs then turn a little hysterical when he realises that they'll realise who he is soon enough; and they'll all hand him over happily to his father for the reward he was offering as none of them cared for him anymore so why would they protect him from his literal worst nightmare. "They'll probably even say I deserve it" chuckles Dream mirthlessly his heterochromatic emerald green and crimson red eyes turning dull as he collapses to the burning floor of his prison uncaring of how much it was going to injure him. The three realms brimming with different sorts of energies startle at that admission, "like I'll let that happen" says the overworld sparking with the green and white energy of life and spirit, "I'll kill them all before I allow that bastard to lay a hand on you again" snarls the nether crackling with the red and gold energy of blood and war; "that will not happen starlight child" declares the end the voice of the realm echoing powerfully swirling with the purple and black energy of death and rebirth "I shall not stand by as you are hurt any longer, none of us will" "wha....." Dream stutters incredulously. The end reaches out and envelops him its energy it felt cool and welcoming, and he felt the warmth and promise of safety of the nether quickly joining it followed by the Overworld's gentleness and care he feels him self being rocked into a gentle slumber which he doesn't resist.
Had his eyes remained open a moment longer he would have seen his cell light up in a brilliant white light as manifestations of the three realms he'd Nurtured (made) so long ago appeared next to his slumbering body the overworld was a 6,4ft tall tan curly long haired blonde with flowers and leaves weaved into their hair they wore long flowing robes of white and green paired with beautiful silk green ballet shoes, they had bright ocean blue eyes with white pupils, they had pure white wings tucked behind them as well as snowy white fox tail that waves out behind them and fluffy white fox ears that poked out of their hair, the nether was an 8,2ft tall straight haired pinkett with some piglin features who had their hair in an elaborate style of braids that was very scared to the nether, they had gold threaded through their locks and a beautiful golden circlet sits perched artfully on their head they wore an elaborate set of enchanted netherite armour and knee high combat boots and a black under suit paired with a black cape and gold mantle with skulls on the side they would have looked an awful lot like Technoblade actually had it not been for the golden and orange marks on their face that also marked them as a blazeborn and the lack of piglin tusks (currently), they had startling bright crimson red irises that were ringed with a burning gold their cornea was entirely black. The End was the tallest of the lot currently standing at a height of 14,6ft they had long wavy void black hair that faded to purple that was tied up in an elaborate plait sat perched on their head was a spikey black crown inlaid with the precious purple gems of the end they wore a long black suit jacket with a deep purple dress shirt paired with a long flowy black skirt and a black and purple half cape with a silver mantle they wore high heeled black boots with purple laces. They shared similar features with the endermen that inhabited their realm, the only thing that differed were their eyes instead of being a deep purple like most endermen theirs were startlingly bright and looked like they had been speckled with starlight.
They gathered the one who'd nurtured them for so long into their arms. and began to plot what to do next.
You see Dream didn't remember a lot about his past but he remembered his father forcing him into a war at a young age, he remembered two hybrid friends who he'd immediately trusted with his life and the fact that he'd led legions of men against monsters that everyone feared. He remembered something happening to the only two friends he had but he'd didn't quite remember what he remembers despising his father long before the war for multiple reasons but the main one being because the man saw him as some sort of tool or weapon, he remembered being a prince though not what off. But the realms remembered everything they remember coming into existence millennia ago though they couldn't quite remember who or what by they felt so lost and directionless until a young Daydream literally threw himself into their connected world they began to slowly change at the hands of a sweet child who'd nurtured them and treasured them like they meant everything to him and there was something so painfully familiar about this child that they had all decided from there on out that they would strive to care for and help the young boy along but they wouldn't interfere in his life unless they absolutely had to.
They knew that the child was a god and had been through many resets and therefore was far older than any of them could possibly imagine so they didn't wish to offend him by treating him like a child but they learnt with every reset his memories powers and skills were blocked until he reached a certain age therefore he became a kid mentally and physically after every reset. Dream had been torn away from them too soon by his "father" but had eventually found his way back to them though he was mostly mortal this time and an admin but they knew it was him because to his surprise and theirs's he still listened to their whispers and treated them with the same gentleness and kindness trying to prevent people from harming them. The old realms wrap around Dream like a protective blanket weaving their powers together as they activate the final sigil that had been scratched frantically into the wall with a chip of Dream's enchanted Aeia mask (It's a powerful material only found in Aether can be mistaken for porcelain for untrained eyes). The sigil burns with all three realms power and promise and it activates in a flurry of multicoloured light, the three realms walk straight into it taking the slumbering DayDream with them. After all anywhere was better than here for their DayDream right???