The air was cold that morning, cold and tense. There was dampened feeling across the camp as the soldiers woke up the morning of the day that would determine the fate of the world itself.

Tim woke up and glanced over at Dallas who was already awake. He was still changing, but Tim was drawn to Dally's clothing, or rather armor.

Dallas's hair was wild and curled, as though the wind had blown through it. He wore a brown bodysuit that had silver plates on his shoulder, chest, knees, and silver boots. He wore fingerless gloves as well. His shoulders also had wolfs fur. He had various belts that had daggers and of course his sword. He had black paint on various parts of his body.

"Morning," Dallas said, turning to look at Tim. He tossed him some armor and turned back around.

"Morning," Tim replied, catching the armor and putting it on over his clothes. It felt heavy, yet not so heavy that Tim felt weighed down, just safe. He supposed that was the point.

"Grab your sword, remember your training," Dallas said, looking at Tim, his heart racing so hard he worried for a bit he might die before the battle even began.

Tim sighed as he grabbed his sword and turned to look at Dallas. His heart raced a bit and he finally closed his eyes. If he was going to die, he wanted to die happily. He looked at Dallas and walked up to him. "Hey, Dallas?"

Dallas turned to him. "What is it?"

Tim looked up at him and cupped Dallas's face. His skin was warm and smooth.

Dallas made a confused face but closed his eyes. He trusted Tim.

Tim pursed his lips and took a deep breath before leaning in close and looking at Dallas's plump lips before he finally connected them. The racing in his heart stopped, and all feeling left his body as he felt light and weightless. Suddenly everything around him didn't matter, just him and Dallas, here. His hand dropped from Dallas's face as he wrapped his arms around Dallas's neck.

Dallas was stunned and took a moment before slowly kissing back. Tim's lips were slightly chapped, but Dallas ignored it, he doubted his were much better. He wrapped his arms around Tim's waist and felt his wings wrap themselves around Tim as if shielding him from the world. He felt Tim bite his lip and he naturally opened his mouth, moaning a bit as Tim's tongue explored his mouth. He didn't fight the wet intrusion, merely giving in.

Eventually, the annoying thing called air forced the two to part, a trail of saliva connecting man and fairy.

"Wow..." was all Dallas could mutter out.

Tim gave a nod and pulled away a bit, wiping the saliva from his face. "I love you, Dal," he said softly after a moment.

"I love you too..." Dallas said softly, unwrapping his wings from around Tim. He rested his forehead against Tim's and let out a small sigh.

"We should join the others," Tim said after a minute of silence passed.

Dallas nodded and took Tim's hand, walking with him down to the army that was waiting on Hangman's hill.

Soda looked at them and gave a small smile. He and Dallas shared a hug, and soon, the whole

group gave a hug.

Tim pulled Curly into a hug and nuzzled him.

"I'm scared..." Curly admitted.

"Me too," Tim said. "But everything will be fine." Tim wasn't sure who he was convincing more, Curly, or himself.

Curly gave a nod and smiled softly.

As the sun rose, the group saw the dark king's army arrive. Tim tensed up as his breath caught in his throat. It seemed as though the whole kingdom had been trained by the king to fight. He saw young children in the army, and Tim felt anger wash over him. How dare the bastard drag kids into the fight?

"Shit...that's a lot." Soda frowned, looking at Dallas.

"It is." Dallas agreed.

A hush fell over the valley as the two armies faced each other down.

Tim took a breath to steel his nerves as he turned and looked at his army, Dallas, and finally to the king.

King Surtyr was a large, beefy man in both muscle and fat. He had dark black hair and deep purple skin with ears pointed high. He was a head taller than everyone else on the battlefield and at least twice as wide. He had a square, orc-ish face, and flat nose. He had long black hair tied into dreadlocks with a sharp, pointed beard. He wielded a giant battle ax and wore heavy armor. He looked as though he wore a dozen men on his own. Tim couldn't believe this was the man who helped create his Dallas, he seemed so impossible, but yet so possible. He was glad Dallas bore no resemblance to the elf, he was not exactly easy on the eyes.

Tim turned away and saw father and son stare each other down.

"Son. You are far smaller than I imagined." Surtyr said.

Dallas didn't respond.

Surtyr sighed. "I was hoping when I took you in you would become mighty like me. You're just a

skinny little runt. Much like your mother."

Dallas's glare intensified. "You know nothing."

"I know many things about you," Surtyr said, looking at Dallas.

"Do you?" Dallas said.

"I do. And I'll tell you all about them as I slash your throat." Surtyr grinned, readying his ax.

"I'd like to see you try." Dallas grinned.

With those words, both sides rushed each other.

Tim dodged a blow coming from his right as he turned and stabbed a dark elf in the neck, spinning around kicking the knee of the elf on his left, hearing a loud crack. He walked forward and blocked a blow from a sword and crouched down, stabbing the dark elf in the thigh with his sword and tore it out. He blocked another blow from the dark elf and placed his sword into the dark elf's skull, pulling it away and watching the blood spray, dousing his armor. He huffed and continued, smirking as he saw an arrow hit an elf in the back of the neck from Soda, who was leading the archers.

Soda gave a grin and readied his bow just in time to hit another dark elf. As one drew near he stabbed it in the neck with an arrow before knocking that same Arrow in and shooting another elf.

Tim sliced through a child, which made him stop for a moment from guilt, but he had to keep going. He glanced over and saw Dallas was surrounded by at least twenty soldiers.

Just as he went over to help, Dallas flicked his wrist and vines shot up, grabbing the elves and holding them in place as he spun his sword in a circle, decapitating them all. He smirked at Tim before grabbing a Dagger and throwing it behind Tim, hitting a dark elf straight in the chest. "Watch your back!" Dallas called out as he rose into the air with his wings and readied six blades in his hands, throwing them all and hitting six dark elves, killing them.

It was at that moment that Tim decided Dallas was pretty awesome.

He ducked as he saw fire blow past him, looking up and smiling at Two-bit who landed and crushed seven dark elves under his weight and eating at least nine more who tried to kill the titanic dragon.

Tim turned and decapitated a dark elf as he went through the battle, killing a few more as he saw Curly and Pony holding off a hoard that came. Tim decided to help clear some of them, getting a grin from his brother who punched an elf. Tim sliced another dark elf, elbowing one from behind as he killed the first one, spinning around and slicing his blade into the second one's shoulder, cutting the arm clean off. He felt a tug on his ankle and he fell, barely managing to roll over in time to block a blow. They shoved their swords against one another before Tim managed to kick the dark elf off of him and kill it. He stood up, taking a moment to gather his bearings before stabbing another elf in the neck.

He suddenly felt an arrow lodge in his shoulder, sending him rolling down the hill. He looked up and saw a female dark elf, wearing barely anything that could be considered clothing, let alone armor. He recognized her from the ambush.

"This ought to please my master, I'll bring your head to him on a platter." Her voice was light, bubbly, yet also hoarse, which was an odd combination. She hopped down as Tim stood up. She had a blade Tim had never seen before, but he didn't let it phase him. He readied his stance and blade, growling at her smirk. She rushed him and he dodged her first attack. He circled and swiped at her legs, missing and hissing when she cut into his other shoulder. Tim turned and hit her in the hip. Her face darkened and she took another swipe at him, hitting him once in the abdomen and again in the shoulder where his armor was long gone at this point.

He hissed in pain and took another swipe, hitting her in the breast and kicking her in the knee, grabbing her by the neck and throwing her over his shoulder, a little track he had learned when fighting rough cattle on the farm. He walked up to her and stabbed her in the spine.

She gasped in pain and stopped moving, falling onto the earth.

Tim relaxed for a moment to catch his breath. He reached down to grab his blade but found it instead facing him as he pulled forward. He felt a sharp pain seize through him which made him gasp. He looked down to see the dark elf had impaled him with his own sword, locking human and elf together on the same blade.

"You should really make sure I'm dead first..." the dark elf whispered out, using the last of her strength to push Tim off the blade, which would speed up his bleeding.

Tim felt his vision grow blurry before it went to black.

Dallas felt worried as Tim was nowhere to be found. He flew up high and searched for him, dodging an iron net that was thrown trying to catch him. "Tim!" He called out, coughing as he reached a part of a forest that was on fire. He flew for what felt like hours when he saw two bodies. He landed and saw Dami dead, with what looked to be Tim's blade. He felt a dread pool in his core as he turned around, looking for the wielder of the blade. His eyes widened as he saw a body close by. He raced over, kneeling down and turning it, gasping when he saw it was Tim.

"Tim?" He asked, rather dumbly. "Tim?"

Of course, he didn't respond.

Dallas suddenly felt empty and sick, his wings drooping. He looked down and saw the stab and other wounds Tim had gained from the fight. He looked down and then back up at the sky, which was far too happy and sunny for Dallas's liking. How dare the sky be so happy at a time like this. He swallowed a lump in his throat. He tried to move but felt weighed down. He knew he was needed in the battle, but he couldn't move. His limbs simply didn't want to work. He gently caressed the human's lukewarm face. "Don't worry," he whispered gently. "I'll end this." He planted a small kiss to the human's cheekbones.

"Well, isn't that touching." He heard a deep voice say from behind. Dallas felt his wings puff up and his body tense. His hand clenched around the blade as he growled lowly.

"You..." Dallas drawled out, standing up slowly. 'You did this..."

"I did nothing. You are the one who sent him here." Surtyr said.

Dallas turned slowly before tilting his head up, looking Surtyr in the eye. Dallas's pupils were small, predentary.

"You raped my mother, you killed Cherry's mother. You took my friends' parents away from them. You took my fairies because you are selfish. But your biggest mistake was killing my mate!" He declared, anger rising with each accusation he threw towards his father. "And for that, you will die and I will tear your kingdom straight off this map! Everyone will remember you for the coward you are! Children will hear your stories and laugh at the foolish king who dared to cross not only one, but two nature fairies!"

He rushed his father, sword meeting Axe. Dallas's face held nothing but fury as he dodged a swing from Surtyr's mighty ax. He grabbed a Dagger and stabbed his father in the shoulder, pulling himself onto his back piggyback style as he wrapped his legs around the King, wrapping an arm around his neck as he attempted to stab into Surtyr's neck, but instead felt a wing snap as Surtyr leaned backward, crushing Dallas and breaking one of his wings under the weight.

Dallas yelled in agony at the searing pain that passed through his wing. He clenched his teeth and struggled under the weight of the dark king.

Surtyr grinned as he nearly brought his Axe down to Dally's neck, but it was caught by a rope that yanked back. Dallas looked over to see Curly.

"Hey, bitch! You ain't so tough! Your mother was a toothpick!" Curly yelled.

Surtyr growled, looking at Curly.

"What are you gonna do you pussy?" Curly hit his chest before opening his arms invitingly. "Well, what are you do? Are you just going to stand there gawking? Aren't I pissing you off? Yeah! Your just a little fucking coward bitch!"

Surtyr rose and growled, stalking towards Curly.

Curly continued, undeterred. "Oh, you move so slow. I intimidate you don't I? How's my scary face working?" Curly did his best to make Surtyr's face, pulling his nose up to look more like a pig snout. He made chicken noises. "Oh look at me! I'm a big Chicken! Fear me!" Curly said, making a poor imitation of Surtyr's face, which only served to piss the King off.

Dallas watched him, confused, before realizing what he was doing. Distracting. He slowly grabbed his sword and approached his father from behind.

"Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh na na!" Curly called out in a nasally voice, making his hands on the size of his head look like antlers as he blew a raspberry at Surtyr. He kept making various taunts, glad Dallas had caught on as he continued to piss off the king, getting more worried though as the king drew much closer. He took a few steps backward, giving another taunt.

Dallas continued stalking closer, waiting as his father raised his ax to attack Curly before he stabbed him in the spine with his sword, climbing up and stabbing his last Dagger into Surtyr's neck as he started to slide it across. "Burn in Tartarus." he hissed, and for good measure after slitting the king's throat, he stabbed him in the groin. "And that was for mother."

He and Curly fist-bumped as Dallas heard a winning chant from the Curtis brothers and Two-bit gave a victorious roar. Finally, it was over.

He turned back around and walked to Tim, but saw a faint figure standing over him. She had long brown hair that flowed to her ankles in a large braid. She wore a sheer white dress that had a golden belt with golden armbands that snaked up her arms and a golden necklace.

"Mother?" He asked hesitantly.

The woman turned to face him and gave a small smile. "You have done well my son."

He gave a small smile before he began to cry from all the emotions. "Mother..." He choked out.

The woman walked closer and gently cupped his face. She had a slight glow to her and was opaque yet still just physical enough to give a cold touch. She wiped the tears from Dallas's face and kissed his head. "You were so brave, Sweetheart," she said softly, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear.

He looked at her and then down, thinking of Tim. "Mother...can you...the human..." He tried to form the question.

His mother gave a small smile. "Of course. Anything for you."

Dallas moved closer, watching as she knelt down by Tim and gently breathed out a golden mist into Tim's nose before she rested her hand on his major wound, a soft glow appearing.

"Dallas, don't forget to smile." She said, before fading away as Tim sat up with a gasp, coughing.

Dallas rushed over and sat him up.

Tim looked at him and gave a small smile.

Dallas smiled. "We won." He said, bending down and kissing Tim once more.