Losing Faith

Chapter 1: L'Manberg

A/N: This fic is a collaborative effort between me and my friend, who can be found using this link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ProfessorCarlsen/pseuds/ProfessorCarlsen

Without further ado, please enjoy!

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*BANG*

An arrow whizzed by, nearly grazing Wilbur's shoulder, and embedding in the spruce wood behind. The enemy's green cloak disappeared behind a wall as he reloaded his crossbow. Wilbur looked around quickly to see if his friends were alright, and readied his sword to attack.

'This is for L'Manberg!'

A momentary flash of darkness, and then a new scene unfolded. He was bruised and bloodied, no more strength left in him. His friends were no better off, and what hurt the most was the knowledge that they had been betrayed.

'It was never meant to be.'

Another scene, this time his closest friend was dying, with an arrow to the head. Their archnemesis laughed in victory, knowing what he had won, as Wilbur's emotions became too much and he collapsed. He fell through an infinite darkness, watching the scenes of his life pass him by, until a hand grabbed him and pulled him out.

Wilbur found himself seated in the Camarvan, his first home. Across from him was someone he had never seen before. His face conveyed wisdom acquired through years of experience, his blonde hair was hidden under his green and white striped hat. He wore a cloak to match, and he had a welcoming expression on his face.

"Hi there." He smiled.

"Who are you?" Wilbur asked.

"Don't bother asking my name, I'm just a friend here to help you."

"A friend? I've never seen you in my life."

"Well if I wasn't a friend, I highly doubt I would have brought you here." the man laughed. "We'll talk more soon, but you're waking up now, so I must go."

"But wait, I-" Wilbur had many questions, but the scene began to fade as he awoke from sleep. He sat up in bed drowsily, and spoke out loud.

"God what a dream that was."

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About an hour later Wilbur, or shall we say President Wilbur Soot, had finished his morning meal of stew and was dressed for the day. He wore his casual clothes with a beanie to match, and his curly brown hair was combed to the side. Sure, he may be the President, but he felt no need to look any better than he did normally.

What, exactly, was he the president of? The city-state of L'Manberg, the home of him and his friends. It hadn't always been that way. At one point all the land was under the direct control of a man called Dream. A mysterious man and a skilled slayer, Dream had ruled his land (Called DreamSMP) from the day he had come down from the sky, as they all did, and had begun their civilization. Over the months many others had joined, some working alongside Dream and others just tolerating his presence, until the day Wilbur Soot joined the world.

If Wilbur loved anything it was freedom. And potions, but mostly freedom. Angered by the restrictions of DreamSMP, and how Dream and his close friends (Namely George NotFound and Sapnap) did whatever they pleased with no repercussions, Wilbur vowed to form his own nation. Starting with just his Camarvan alongside his friends Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy and Eret, they fought long and hard to gain their own independent land. Despite betrayal and hardship, their courage pulled them through, and L'Manberg as they called it became a new nation, unofficially a part of DreamSMP but governed by Wilbur and Tommy.