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3 weeks have passed and I've been studying unsc weaponry, technologies and strategies undisturbed for a while now. Unfortunately We all must get disturbed at some point or another. The main reason I was researching this is because I can't use my magic to create things I don't understand.

"BRANDON! I'm not going to ask again. Get away from that computer. You've learned enough! I don't care if you want to help the people! You've been on that thing nonstop and I plan on ending it." I'm grabbed by Dream's magic and brought uncomfortably close to her and she inspects me.

"Your eyes are so red I can't even see the real you anymore. We're going to sleep and I don't want to hear you complaining. She's in her human form with her hair the same color as her mane was and it's flowing somehow. She strips me down to my underwear and picks me up so she can put me in bed. The bed is ready so I'm gently placed under the covers and she gets under them too as she switches back into alicorn form. Me? I've been staying in my human form for a while now so I'm used to when she does that.

"And just incase you want to try anything..." Those are the last words I hear before everything goes black.

I open my eyes and nothing. I just wait until something happens. Something eventually does happen. Light floods through the windows but it looks fake.

Poke poke poke poke

I scream and summon an MA5B assault rifle. I jump out of bed and aim it around accessing the area for threats, but all I see is a very confused Dream with a deadpan.

"What? I'm paranoid." I say with a stoney stare.

"Since when were you paranoid?" Dream asks, really confused right now,

"Since I learned what happens when you aren't on your guard." I say darkly.

"Did you seriously make yourself paranoid? That's sad." She shakes her head and starts walking towards the bathroom door.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I'm bathing, why you want to join?" She winks.

"Uh..." I stutter but she walks back over to me and smells me. She grimaces and pulls the still-stuttering mess of me over.

"Yep you need to be cleaned. You reek of sweat and...is that...were you jacking off? Don't you love me?" She asks in disappointment.

"Ok. I admit it. I'm shy. I don't know how to ask you to..." Why the fuck does this have to be so hard?

"Wow. That's cute coming from you. You don't have the courage. I just want to hug you." She giggles. My face forms a frown as I walk into the bathtub and literally burn my clothes off of me and lay there naked in shame.

"I'm sorry it's just really empowering that someone who has the courage to shoot a bad person with a .50 caliber sniper rifle without remorse doesnt have the courage to... ask to make love."

"They were going to kill good people and I just happened to be there with a big gun." I say sadly. Dream starts turning the water on with her magic. As it reaches a better temperature she jumps in giggling while I get splashed.

"So can we..." My hand is batted away with a hoof.

"Not right now! Wow you really are a virgin." She chuckles. Fuck you bitch.

"Eh whatever I'm just going to lay here." I say as I get comfortable.

"No! You have to wash yourself or are you seriously going to make me wash you?" She demands.

"Hey! I'm lazy. I am supposed to be sleeping." I comeback.

"Yeah well you kept me up at night for a while too." Dream retorts.

"Eh, imma put on music I hate silence." I say bitterly.

"Put on apollo." Dream asks me. I shrug and the song comes on.

She scoots closer to me and levitating the body wash over my chest. It opens and spills all over me.

"Too much!" I yelp.

"No, you smell horrible so I'm going to clean you into you smell like you went to heaven."

"But, I don't want to smell feminine." I try to get out of the bathtub but she has a firm grip on me.

"Let me go! I'm a man!" I cry.

"No." Dream firmly denies with a concerned expression. I don't like this one bit. I falter when she gives me puppy dog eyes and stop fighting her.

"Do I smell that bad?" I ask my love self-consciously. Being around her has made me more caring though. She nods and resumes cleaning me. This is done in silence for a while I enjoy her feminine touch. I decide to break the silence with a question that presses me.

I carefully reopen my eyes before asking "Why must you make me feel so self-conscious?" as I turn around so she can clean my back.

"Because when you are a ruler, you have to grow up." Damn right in the feels. The cleaning process continues and then she puts shampoo in my hair and starts to straighten it a little bit.

"You're only 2 years older than me..." I finally retort. Dream just sighs. I must have finally gotten on her nerves or that was a bad retort. Light flashes in my eyes and I lose it.

My mind

I love Dream but what am I supposed to do?

Take care of her and she will take care of you. My inner self states as a fact, demanding no arguement.

I finally notice I'm wrapped in a tight wet embrace.

"Huh, what?"

"You were shaking and weren't saying anything." Dream says in concern.

I return the hug as tears work their way into my eyes. "I just don't know what to do." I choke trying to hold back my tears. "I-"

"Shh.. I'll take care of you."

"I used to be someone who didn't give two fucks about other's opinions and would do whatever I want but...whenever I'm with you I feel like that's just a facade. Who am I?" I say in between sniffles. "I get conflicted feelings I want you to take care of me because it feels right but the other half of me doesn't think that's right! And right now I want to fucking shoot something!" I cry. Dream wipes the tears away with her hoof and snuggles me.

She turns off the water and dries us off since she was already relatively clean. "It's ok just let it all out."

"What do you want me to be?" I need to be guided and Dream is the only one who can guide me in this place.

"You. The same you. But take care of me and let me take care of you."

"I... Okay." Once we are both completely dry I walk towards the dresser to get my clothes. Hmm, Maybe a plain white shirt and some shorts. I find the perfect set of clothes and put them on. My stomach growls making Dream giggle until her stomach growls too. "When was the last time I ate?"

Dream sighs. "Are you serious? You haven't eaten that lon-" She is interrupted as the Master Chief rushes through the teleporter with an assault rifle.

"Sir, we have a problem." Johnson says as he rushes from behind the chief.

This gets Dream's attention. "Name it and we'll fix it."

I resist the urge to facepalm. But I cut her some slack, she did have to stay up late watching me for a while. "Dream if they came all the way here without using the radio there must be a big problem that wouldn't be so simple." I feel like I should have facepalmed anyways.

"We need reinforcements, unknown hostiles are attempting a siege."

"I'm going in, I don't care what you say I'm going to defend this city."

Since I've memorized the form and material of some of the things I'll need it is easier but it still takes focus since I'm unfamiliar with creating it. I put out my wrists and clench my fists, channeling the magic energy into them. A shape starts to take form until there are two UNSC Marine Corps battle dress uniforms on the floor. I repeat the process but this time there are battle rifles and assault rifles over the armor with about 6 clips each.

"That is crazy how you can just do that." Dream remarks.

"I can't just do that, I have to understand what I'm creating first. Anyways get suited up." I start getting prepared for the oncoming battle making sure every strap and clip is secure. Dream has since turned human again because how the hell will you walk around in this armor and shoot at the same time with accuracy?

Once everyone is prepared we leave the room locked and lights dimmed for security reasons.

"So what are we dealing with?"

"The citizens said they've never seen anything like it before." The door opens and I step forward only to be put at gunpoint. When the soldier realizes who it is they lower their weapon from being pointed at my skull.

The unnamed soldier sighs and puts their head in their hands. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"I need a status. Now!"

"For our side, approximately 65 wounded, 10 dead. For their side, unknown."

"Well that's not good." Dream thinks out loud.

"Take us to the battlefront."

"Yes sir."

We pass by corridor after corridor, Dream and I discussing war tactics to use against this very real threat. But one thing stands out. The further we go the darker the corridors get. It's almost as if they are trying to take out our power systems as well.

The sergeant major and master chief keep pretty quiet during the trip which is pretty unnerving given the circumstances. "Ok this is it, Corridor 153. Be prepared for anything." To confirm this I kick down the door and keep my assault rifle at level.  Room's clear, moving on.

As we keep pressing through room after room we finally reunite with the Elements of Harmony and Princess Luna. "Have you seen anything?" Dream questions the princess.

"No, it's almost like they don't want us to see them." As if on cue I barely just notice a shimmer from behind Johnson.

"Engage!" I shoot at where the shimmer was and it flashes before an eerily familiar blade appears. Everyone takes cover as the rest of us who have weapons engage the enemy. Once it's subdued there is a scary familiarity on the floor surrounded by gore.

I inspect the corpse and am not happy with the results. "Oh my god... Is that a zealot...?" It's unmistakable.

"Johnson, Master Chief. I need to know how the hell you got here right this instant!" I command.

"I arrived through a slipspace rupture that appeared almost as Guilty Spark was about to activate the halo ring." Johnson remarks.

"I also arrived through slipspace but from Forward Unto Dawn's crash site."

"Oh shit... We can't ta-" BOOM I go flying and my vision blurs halfway. Elites varying of rank enter the room and open fire hitting me. Unfortunately for me, my reflexes aren't fast enough and I'm wounded. What is that taste? Is that blood? I hear muffled screams and feel my body being dragged away. I think this might be the end of the line for me.

Point of View: Dream

No! I see Brandon get flung throughout the air and fail to react in time. No! You can't die here, not now! I began rushing over to him filled with rage and killing any elites that dare fight me. When I make it to him he's a wreck and is barely even breathing.

"No... You can't die... No..." I'm probably hyperventilating right now but I start dragging him towards the evac center with whatever strength remains from my unbridled rage.

"Dream...I love you..." I barely manage to choke out.

Why is he talking?! He's knows that will aid in his death. "Save your strength! Please! We don't need any more dead heroes..."

I finally lose consciousness from blood loss. Am I dead? A depraved part of me hopes so.

Point of view: Master Chief Petty Officer John 117

As we likely lose yet another hero in a war full of dead heroes I must bring the fight to the covenant.

"Chief? Let's give them hell." With a nod we start taking out covie after covie, dropping more enemies than we can count. Soon we will have the city secured once again.