Tournaments by Ghost Wolf (popular books of all time .txt) 📕

“I'm sorry Phade, ” I whispered, I stood shakily and walked to the door using the wall as a support. The blonde watched his eyes wide in fright. I unlock the door, and pull it open. 

“Don't ruin him, ” I said to the blonde. Looking up he looked me in the eye and nodded. Slowly I made my way to the stairs, blood dripping down several cuts, bruises began forming where my shield had hit, and where I had been slammed. I could barely stand, barely focus. It's a miracle I didn't fall down the stairs, but I managed, one at a time until I was at the bottom. I managed to get to the secret door and with the little bit of strength I had left, pushed the door open and limped into the ballroom. Dream and the rest were there dancing and singing. 

“Clare!?” Techno was there in an instant catching me as I fell. 

“What happened!?” 

“Phade...” was all I could say, tears ran down my cheeks. I let go and fell into darkness let the hurt in. He was gone and my heart broke. 

“I'm so so sorry Phade, ” 

 “Clare?” 

The light from the rising sun filtered in through curtains that had been pulled over the floor-ceiling windows. Techno was looking down on me from where I lay, Bad next to me with a needle in his hand. I sat up too fast and searing pain lanced up my back and side. I cried out in pain tears running down my cheeks. 

“Push her down Techno before she hurts herself, ” Bad said worry in his voice. Techno gently pushed me back down, and Philza, Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo appeared in my vision. 

“Is she gonna be ok Bad?” Philza asked worry quavering his voice. Everyone looked worried, Tubbo started talking.

“Clare was it, Jacob?” his voice quiet the others also quieted and looked at me. I shook my head. 

“What happened to Phade?” Wilbur asked looking around. Before I could reply Tubbo gasped. Sapnap just walked into the ballroom, Phade in his arms limp. George followed slowly behind his sword drawn. 

“Phade, ” I whispered sadly. Sapnap laid Phade down next to me, allowing me to stroke his fur. Tears dripped down my cheeks, my heart breaking to pieces. The others stared at his broken white shape, Bad looking down trying to focus on cleaning the cut on my side. Tubbo looked away and Tommy comforted him. Wilbur stroked Phades head and scratched behind his ears. Techno gripped my hand in his. George jumped up suddenly.

“The apple!” George yelled looking up from Phades broken body and scrambled for my stuff. He pulled the bag of pearls out and opened the satchel. A golden apple gripped in his hands glinted. My eyes widened my jaw dropped. I tried sitting up and again sharp pain streaked up my body. Techno pushed me gently down. Sapnap grabbed the apple and a knife and slowly cut a tiny sliver from the golden orb. He pulled the slice out and carefully opened Phades mouth. George grabbed a canteen of water and poured some water down Phades snout as Sapnap put the slice of apple into his mouth. Everyone stared hopefully watching, praying he would get up again. I watched wide-eyed, tears in my eyes. His ear twitched. 

“Phade!” I got up ignoring the extreme pain pushing Bad away, crawling until I was in front of Phade. I put my hands on his chest, and put my head down near his nose. I concentrated on listening feeling. There! The soft puff of air, and the slight rise of his chest. I ignored the slight trickle of blood running down my back and cradled his head. Humming and singing softly I rocked back and forth eyes closed and tears running down my cheeks. 

“Clare, ” Phade licked my hand gently while I hugged him close.

“Phade, ” Bad gently pulled me away from Phade and laid me down again. He began stitching my side wound, cleaning it, and wrapping it. 

“You both need rest, ” he said as he finished with me. Moving around Techno he checked on Phade feeling gently for broken bones. 

“Phade will be fine the apple has healed the worst of the wounds, ” Dream stood up. 

“Sapnap, George, Fundy, Tommy, and Tubbo, go to everyone's dorm room search them and grab anything useful. We're getting the hell out of here. Watch out for Jacobs group, ” they nodded and geared up disappearing into the hall. Techno pulled a blanket over me and Phade, before standing up and grabbing his sword and shield. 

“Ill be back, ” 
“Techno. Jacob didn't do it, a different group who wanted the pearls, ” Techno looked at me, nodded and disappeared after the five. A few minutes later the morning bell rang. Dream leaned against the wall next to me, cleaning my sword and sharpening it, while Bad cleaned up the blood and water all over the place, Wilbur played his guitar and Philza stared outside.

“Clare, can you tell me what happened exactly how it happened?” Dream looked at me. I looked over at Phade thinking. I laid back and started telling Deam what had happened starting with seeing the blonde boy. By the time I was done telling Dream everything I had remembered he looked at me with newfound respect. Bad just watched from his sitting position playing with his bat familiar. 

“Whats your familiars name?” I asked.

“Mines Constellation, Cally for short, Bads familiar is Halo, Wilburs familiar is a white parrot Amilia, and Philzas familiar is an eagle Harris, ” Dreams familiar kept in the form of a boa constrictor who slithered over and curled on top of Phade, who didn't seem to mind. Bads familiar Halo seemed more concerned about the sun. Halo decided to change into a tiny fluffy dog. Harris hopped over to me and showed off his feathers. Amilia just sat on Wilburs shoulder quietly. The sound of the stone door opened and Techno walked in with something in his hand. Tommy followed behind jumping excitedly. 

“I found a secret passage!” Tommy jumped excitedly. 

“Did I miss something? What's going on?” I asked confused looking from Techno to Dream. 

“Were looking for a way out. Jacob has started training his boys hard, ” Dream replied.

“He's preparing for war, ” Philza said. My eyes widened in fear, even though we were powerful opponents Jacob had more people. Techno knelt down in front of me and opened his palm. A green glassy orb with black shadows swirling inside sat in his hand. I collected the pearl and looked at him. He sat down next to Phade and scratched his ears watching me. 

“No, ” I said. No no no I'm not running. 

“We can't let Jacob take over, we aren't the only people here and I'm not going to let him bully everyone around, ” standing up, a twinge of pain slows my movement but I ignore it. Grabbing the golden apple I take a small bite from the golden fruit. There's no taste but the feeling of itching crawls across my skin. I watch as my wounds heal extremely quickly. 

“Clare, if you have a plan I’ll follow, ” Dream stood up and handed me my sheathed sword. I look into everyone's faces and hold my scabbard out. 

“I won't ask any of you to help or join me, but I will ask that you think about the other boys' hear, and what Jacob would do without an obstacle to prevent him from taking over, ” I pick up my stuff and began walking towards the door. Stopping at the door, I turn around and look at them.

“Meet me at the arena if you're in. Come prepared. Phade when your ready you can join me or stay behind. I won't force you, ” I push the stone wall open and walk into the hallway. I'm coming for you, Jacob. 

In my dorm room, I put my things on the bed, look around to get ready. Undressing I hop into the shower and clean myself off good. Once dried off, I braid my hair, brush my teeth because why not, and take a moment to breathe. The wardrobe had new clothes, a dark purple short-sleeved shirt, black leggings, grey knee-high boots, a dark purple cloak with armor for my shoulders, purple fingerless gloves, and a black mask. Inside the drawer below a complete set of throwing knives. A savage grin appeared on my face at the sight of them. I dressed putting throwing knives, one in each boot, and one on each arm, three on my belt. I pull the bed away and in the box three pearls rest in satin, quickly I put them in the pouch of pearls. My quiver hung at my left waist, my sword on my back, bow in my right-hand shield in my left hand. The pouch of pearls rested in the small of my back along with the golden apple. I was ready with a plan in mind. I pulled the hood of my cloak up and put my mask on. Both my shield and bow disappeared, and I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. Jacob! I'm coming. 

The arena stood behind the dining hall, its massive size was going to make this difficult. Walking through the dark halls to the arena allowed me to form an idea of how we would beat Jacob. My spirits lifted at the sight of my best friend standing again his tail wagging happily, and my friends standing there ready. Technoblade wore his usual, he wore a white poet shirt, black breaches, knee-high maroon boots with gold laces, a red cloak with a pig skull on one shoulder and a gold cord holding the cloak in place, his sword at his waist, and his golden jeweled crown atop his head, his long pink hair tied back. Dream wore his green hoodie hood up, brown leggings, boots, hands wrapped fingers free, his sword on his back, his blonde hair stuck out under the hood and over a white circular mask with a smile drawn on. Wilbur wore his usual yellow sweater, black knee-length coat, brown hair to the side, and a red beanie, a sword hung at his waist. Philza wore a green vest over a white shirt, a black coat like Wilbur, black leggings, boots, his blonde hair pulled back and his green fishing hat was gone, and a sword hung at his waist. Fundy wore a red shirt with a black jacket, the sleeves rolled up, black leggings, boots, and a sword strapped to his back, his tail and ears twitched. Bad wore a red and black hoodie, black leggings, boots, and a sword at his hip, his spade tail whipped around in anticipation. Sapnap wore a white shirt, black jacket, black leggings, boots, a white cloth tied around his forehead keeping his black hair back, a sword strapped to his back. George is wearing a light blue shirt, brown leggings, boots, and a quiver strapped to his back, and a bow in his hand. Tubbo and Tommy wear the same thing, black leggings, boots, have different color shirts (Tubbo wears green, Tommy red), chest plates, quivers strapped to their backs, and bows in hand. Their familiars