Chapter One:

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(Stephanie's POV)

I took Stephano's hand as the portal opened. Clutching the sword in my hand, we stepped through and landed softly on the living room floor. A wall of blue and purple fabric and red hair slammed into me as Alice cried,

"You're back!" she stepped back and looked me up and down.

"You found it?" she whispered, clasping her hands together. I held up the sword, which was faintly glowing.

"My god." another voice said. JameyRocket walked into the living room.

"You actually found it." After six long weeks of deciphering clues, looking up locations, and traveling, Stephano and I had found the Barrier's one weakness. The Sword of Dreams and Reality. The sword itself was an unremarkable thing, a simple silver hilt and blade. The only indications it was magic was the faint purple glow about it, and the runes engraved into the pommel. Jamey gesture if he could take it. As he took it, a wave of exaughstion swept over me. I stumbled into Stephano, who put an arm around me shoulders and guided me to the couch.

"Where's everyone?" I heard him ask.

"They're at the battle field." Alice responded.

"And Jamey and I were just getting ready to go back." Stephano stood and I frowned.

"Battle field?" Jamey nodded.

"The Barrel Queen has chosen and the first skirmish was two days ago. There's no going back now."

After a few hours of sleep, I awoke feeling refreshed. Alice supplied me with a uniform and I buckled my sword around my waist. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized how much I'd changed. I looked older, more mature. My hair was a lot longer, shaggier, streaked with grey. M body was fit, lean and strong from wielding the sword. A thought hit me, and I stumbled back from the mirror. I looked like a warrior. Alice, Jamey, and Stephano were waiting for me downstairs. Alice and Jamey smiled at my Bro Army uniform, while Stephano merely nodded. A portal was already open, it's blue light making the living room shimmer. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through. A cheer met my ears as I emerged onto a hilltop, the Bro Army cheering below. Tears sprang to my eyes as I recognized the familiar symbol of my father's channel on the standards flying in front of the tents. A blue Brofist on a field of purple. Darcey and Aeryn ran up the hill towards me as I raised my fist in hello. The cheering intensified as I embraced both girls.

"We're so happy you're back, Steph." Darcey whispered in my ear. Then she snapped a smart salute at Alice and Jamey.

"Orders?" she barked, fist to her brow.

"A meal would be appreciated. Bring it to the general's tent. Carry on." Both girls saluted and ran off down the hill.

"I've been acting general during your absence. Toby and Cry will want to speak with you. This way." Jamey explained, leading us towards the tents."

"Thank you." I said, and saluted a grin sliding across my face. Jamey pulled aside the door and we walked in. Standing over a map was Toby, Cry, and Ange, talking quietly and moving pieces around. They looked up as Jamey said,

"Steph's here."

"Sweetiepie, Stephano! Good to have you back." she said, saluting, and then hurried forward to hug me. Toby and Cry both smiled at me.

"You found it?" Toby asked, echoing Alice's earlier question. Stephano unsheathed it and held it out for inspection.

"Amazing." Cry murmured. I walked over to the map and examined the pieces.

"Purple for the Bros. Brown for the Barrels." Toby said, rearranging a group. I smiled at him.

"So everyone is doing ok?" He nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"No causulaties, but we had a few injuries during the first skirmish." I counted the little pieces. Over five hundred to the Bro Army and more than a thousand to the Barrels.

"How are we going to survive this?" I muttered helplessly.

"A miracle." Ange quipped, coming up on my other side. She wore the Army uniform, a purple, long-sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of combat boots. A gun was holstered at her side, and a katana strapped over her back.

"Everyone is so hopeful, now that you're back." she remarked, moving the pieces yet again. I glanced at her.

"What do you mean?" she shrugged.

"Ever since Pewdie turned, you've taken his place quite nicely. You've gotten the Bro Army to believe in Sweetiepie. And that's all they could ask for." Ange walked away, leaving me to muse on that. Sweetiepie was thought up in the darkened corridors of Brennenburg. I had thought that was where she would stay.

A/N: Hey Stepharmy! As promised, the first chapter. I hope Sunday will be the official date of updates, so we'll see. I need to ask a favor… take ten minuets out of your day and go watch my first video regarding fanfic, and other things. Link in my profile, I would really appreciate it. See ya then, and I luv you guys.

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