+ sacrifice + a short story + oc x tommyinnit + p1 +

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TW: SUPER SAD!! Lyra and Tommy had been friends forever. It was an unspoken rule in the SMP, and no one ever questioned it. In L'Manberg, Wilbur had agreed to make them co-vice presidents. Until the day Dream came. / that_mocha.bear13 has joined the game. / Lyra strolled over to their house near the Camarvan, and opened the door, plopping onto their bed with a soft 'creak' of the bedsprings. They grabbed a red and white firework from a nearby chest, and walked back outside, looking around before they lit it with a single 'hshthh' from their soft lips, letting it float into the sky. From the first day on the SMP, they had had an odd power. They didn't really know the specifics of it, except due to a testing session off camera's results, they were able to sing a specific song, and create an invincible force field around a certain pre-determined area. The only downside, however, was that it took so much energy, they died. It was an inexplicable side effect, but they had not known when they had experimented in their mine, and had lost their second canon life. Now they were on their last one, and they planned not to lose it. Until, once again, the day Dream came. Dream threatened to blow up L'Manberg, and Lyra was horrified. How was she supposed to fix this?! The idea of sacrificing herself popped into her mind, but she pushed it away. Surely it wouldn't come to that. The firework lifted off into the sky, and moments later, from the woods, came Tommy. Her best friend, and if she was to be honest, her crush. He smiled, waving, but his face quickly fell as he saw the look on Lyra's face. "Lyra? Are you alright?" He asked, a concerned face slipping over his features. "Y-yeah. I just need to... talk to you." She fidgeted. "Of course! What about?" He came up next to her, and wrapped one long, lanky arm around her shoulders as they went inside and sat on Lyra's bed. She leaned into his side, comforted by the warmth and happiness she felt. Too bad it wouldn't last for long. "Listen, Tommy. About... about Dream." Tommy tensed at the mention of their enemy. "What is it, Hop?" He blinked earnestly down at her, and she let out a huff. "I had an idea. Of how to defeat him. I could... I could use my power... to protect l'Manberg." She shook her head. "No, no. I HAVE to use it to protect our country." "Lyra, NO!" Tommy's face was horrified, his normally happy features twisted in despair. It broke Lyra's heart to see him like this, but she had to tell him. She had to say goodbye. Tommy buried his face into Lyra's chest, tears spilling uncontrollably from his blue eyes. She cradled his head , running her hands through his thick, soft hair and rubbing gently. He sniffed, and pressed his face into her neck. She buried her nose into his fluffy blond hair and they sat there, on her bed, crying together. They fell asleep, leaning against each other comfortably and with drying tears still on their cheeks. The next morning came. The day of the big decision. Lyra had to choose between her life, or everything and everyONE she loved. It was a horribly hard decision, and shouldn't have fallen on one so young, but it was utterly necessary. She had to pick one. And she already knew which she would pick. When Dream arrived to hear the verdict, Lyra was ready. She walked up to the man with the white mask. And she spoke. Ch 2. "Dream." "Yes, Lyra?" "I will not stand by and let this happen." "Heh. Don't you see? You have no choice." "That's not true." They opened their mouth and started singing. A song they all knew. "Well, I've heard there was a special place..." Tommy jolted where he stood, eyes wide. "Where people could go emancipate..." Dream snickered. "...The brutality and tyranny of their rulers..." Her eyes started to glow, a deep golden color. "Well, this place is real, you needn't fret..." Tommy ran to her side, helping her stand as her knees buckled. "With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, not Eret..." Eret sighed. "Oh, cmon, that was AGES ago..." "A very big, and NOT blown up L'Manberg..." Lyra started to float into the air, their hair rippling around their shoulders as their eyes brightened. "My L'Manberg..." Tommy's eyes teared up as he realized what was about to happen. "My L'Manberg..." "Ha! What's she doin' now?" Dream snorted. Tommy hissed, slapping him softly on the arm. "Listen." Tears were pouring down his chin now. "My L'Manberg..." Tommy ran up, and reached up to touch her palm. He felt her grip tightly before she sang the last line. "Our L'Manberg....." In a flash of yellow light, Lyra vanished as she let out the last word. And something drifted down. A single. Silver. Flower.