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Chapter six - History of The War

"So the one you had just now was different?" He inquired. Crap. He's good.

"Um...yeah...I guess so?"

"You guess so? How was it different Ophelia." He said leaning forward onto the desk. Should I tell him? It was clearly about someone from l'manburg. What if he gets upset again? "Ophelia. Just tell me about the dream and stop overthinking it" I had only been here a couple days, but he knew me too well.

"Ok. Um...well me and the boy from before-" I trailed off, explaining the whole dream to him. All he did was listen. It was actually kind of nice.

Dream's pov

When she finished explaining her dream, we sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a minute. Tommy was clearly the boy in her dream. The good news is she still doesn't know that. She's starting to remember more important things though. She even passed out on the couch for the sole purpose to remember. That means she's going to start remembering everything. The only thing I can do now is explain to her my side of the story, before she remembers more about l'manburg. I looked back at Ophelia to see her too deep in thought. I guess when I didn't say anything she started thinking. She probably has so many questions.

"I have to leave." I said. Her head shot up to look at me.

"What?" She mumbled barely audible, but I heard her.

"Me, Sapnap, and George have to leave. We have a meeting with the people of l'manburg." Her eyes widened.

"The letter was from them. Wasn't it." She stated looking down at her hands in her lap.

"Yes." I said still looking at the girl across from me. "Ophelia I told you that l'manburg stole my land...but what I didn't tell you was that when they did, I declared war on them." She looked at me again. "When l'manburg began it was just Tommy and Wilbur making drugs in a van. What they were doing was already highly illegal. When people tried to stop them they said l'manburg was a sperate country. That's when I stepped in. I tried to negotiate with them. I told them they could keep the land and call it whatever they wanted, as long as it was still under my control. They refused and started what they called a revolution." I looked at the girl in front of me. She just stared at me listening intently, so I continued. "I tried to negotiate with them many more times until they gave me no choice but to declare war. This meeting is for their surrender." We sat in silence for another minute before she spoke.

"So...let me get this straight. l'manburg was selling and creating drugs on your land, and when asked about it they said it was their land?" I nodded. "When you tried to talk to them they chose war." I nodded again. "And now your going to meet with them for their surrender."

"Yes."

"What assholes." She mumbled. I smirked.

"Yes. that they are." Gotcha.

Ophelia's pov

So maybe it was true then. Maybe l'manburg was trying to kill me that day. They seem like assholes. But then why was I hanging out with one of the creaters of it? And what was he saying to me at the end of the dream? I'm so fucking confused! I just want to remember who the hell I am!

"I want to go with you." I said staring at the masked man in front of me. He scoffed.

"No way."

"Why not" I whined.

"L'manburg clearly knows who you are and if you go-"

"Exactly! They know who I am! If I go with you I can ask them who I was!" I cut him off, excitement lacing my tone.

"And if you were some enemy of theirs they could kill you." He said in a monotone voice, standing up to leave.

"Come on. I need to know who I am." I whined, grabbing his wrist before he reached the door. "Please dream." I said solemnly. He looked at me before pulling his wrist out of my grip.

"I'm sorry Ophelia. I really am, but you can't come." I looked down. "Don't worry. We'll find out who you were. One day." He said, opening the door and walking out to prepare for his meeting with l'manburg.

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Looks like Dream is starting to win over Ophelia.

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