The next morning, the party had reassembled and had gathered their items and new livestock. Wilbur looked over the party from a hill, they were gathered around one of the last houses before the seemingly endless wilderness, Phil was just making sure they had everyone.

That's right, he had to check now. Wilbur couldn't help the stop embers of pride in his chest as he looked at the group, they started out three or so weeks ago with three, him, Techno, and Phil, later joined by Deo, Tommy, and Tubbo, and now there were fourteen horses perched on the hill, all with eager adventurers ready to face whatever the world would throw at them.

Phil marched his horse back up beside Wilbur, taking a look back down across the group, Wilbur was pretty sure he saw the same look in Phil that he felt in himself, it was hard not to be happy with it. With every new person, their chances of success seemed to double and spirits seemed to rise, Wilbur couldn't help but notice the brightening of Techno's mood as his old friend had come around.

Wilbur bit the inside of his lip as he stared at them, he tried to suppress his jealousy, he tried not to be anything like that, but he couldn't help his quickly set on loneliness. He didn't like the feeling, he knew he should be happy that Techno had reunited with his old friend, but as they grew closer once more, Wilbur quickly found himself being subconsciously pushed away. He knew Techno didn't mean anything by it, it's just how he was, but Wilbur still found him missing his new friend.

Nonetheless, they had a battle to fight and a capital to help, no time for missing those who aren't even dead. Wil shook himself back into the crowd, the group were marching through the planes that surrounded the town, they seemed to stretch on for many miles which helped them a lot.

Once the town they had docked in became just a distant memory in the grand plan, everyone started picking up their pace. Starting with a quick trot, it was clear to Wilbur that the horse under him was itching to run, eager for the future, Wilbur mused at it. And well, the horse didn't have to wait too long.

Gradually the party picked up their speed, but clearly, a few of the horses saw this as a challenge and a race. Out of nowhere, one set of hooves rushed past Wilbur, he barely even realized who it was until a familiar hat flew off of the poor soul sitting on the horse and smacked Wilbur square in the face, making him brace up and accidentally give the signal for his horse to gallop.

"DEO YOU SON OF A BITCH," Wilbur yelled over the thunder of the herd. The euphoria of running breakneck speed across a beautiful meadow as the wind ran through his hair disseminated quickly when the sound of hooves got louder, as did the screams. Wilbur had an, 'oh shit' moment as he turned his head behind him.

Almost every horse behind them was running to catch up with Deo and Wilbur, Wilbur was torn between screaming himself and laughing maniacally as he got a glimpse of the terrified looks on some of the party's faces. But with the sudden influx of horses and sound, Wilbur's horse only ran faster, like it thought the others might ruthlessly trample him and Wilbur.

Now this was all fine and dandy, once the initial shock was shaken out of the party (except for maybe Tubbo and Skeppy) they were going pretty smooth, but then, of course, planes only go uninterrupted for so long. They had been going down embankment after embankment like steps which seemed fine, going up required energy, going down just requires a good rider.

It takes a bitch to jump a river, however.

Wilbur wasn't sure how he didn't see it coming, but he was only alerted by the terrified look on Tommy's face as he yelled to Wilbur. So when Wilbur looked around with a laugh, he was quickly cut short. His horse, still running like its life depended on it, either had no fear or had no time to fear, leaving Wilbur helplessly scrambled to grip his main as he launched himself over the divot at the bottom of the hill and continued to messily run up the hill.

Wilbur found himself halfway down the side of the horse, for a second he was pretty sure he was about to die like the rest of the party continued to soar down the hill with a mighty thunder just as Wil had moments ago. The only reason Wilbur didn't tumble off his horse and get subsequently squished by about fifty-six individual hooves was because of his wings quickly spinning to life and throwing him back on balance as his horse continued to blaze up the hill.

What felt like pure adrenaline pulsed through Wilbur's entire body and clouded his mind as without realizing it, he found himself back to a now tired out walk surrounded by an almost equally shook up party with a few still marching their way up the hill.

The heavy breathing of the horses mixed with the shaky breaths of everyone else, but even still, most of the party had a giddy smile laced across their slightly horrified looks as they anxiously chuckled, no one quite sure whether to feel terrified or amazed.

"You alright mate?" Phil said, walking up to Wilbur and his horse with a small laugh.

Wilbur was still trying to catch his breath, but he nodded confidently and laughed a bit as well, reaching down as rubbing circles on his now sweaty horse's neck.

"Alright," Phil said, announcing his voice across the group, "Well, while that was quite the race," He started, "I think we should talk some on foot now, we just ran top speed for a long while, our steeds are probably exhausted and we all probably need a break."

The party seemed to agree as they all pulled themselves off their horses and dropped onto the ground, George and Bad walked around the group and handed everyone a horse treat or two that they picked up in town.

"We'll take a short break where, water your horses and yourselves, do whatever you need to do, and we'll hand walk our steeds until they're fully cooled down and we can mound up again," Phil instructed. "You can see about a mile or two in front of us we are starting to get into a forest area, it'll be like the planes here and those forests for the next two or three days before we start ascending into the mountains, then about a two or three-day journey until we're at the city."

The party quickly broke up, Wilbur followed Techno, Phil, Tommy, Deo, Tubbo, and Big Q down to the river where Wilbur just had a near-death experience while the rest stayed at the level of the hill where they dismounted and stretched and pulled out some snacks.

It was a lot warmer on the new continent, which only made the chilly water in the stream all the more glorious. Wilbur hadn't been sore since the first day or so of travel, but he had a feeling that the next morning wouldn't be that pleasant, so while they left Phil with the horses, the rest of the river gang followed it down a little to see if there was a part where it got wider.

And alas, it did. Not by too much, but the river gang could probably line up shoulder to shoulder and all fit in the water. It also got significantly deeper, while back where they jumped across, it probably went up the Tubbo's thigh, where they were now he could successfully swim.

Now, Wilbur was just fine with wading around in the shallower parts, just getting the bottom of his legs wet and whatnot, not wanting to deal with super wet clothes, yet apparently, Tommy had a different idea for him. He and Tubbo had immediately jumped fully into the river and they ended up pulling in Deo as well.

Techno was sitting behind him on the embankment around the river, he didn't give him much thought though, he didn't really think he would side with the children. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Wilbyyyy why won't you get in the water with us?" Tommy whined, even going as far as to use the nickname he had accidentally been given.

"Look, when you're complaining about chafing when you get back on your horse because you're soaking wet and I'm not, you'll see," Wilbur told him.

"What a shame," The monotonous voice behind him said, Wilbur looked behind him and raised his eye at Techno.

"What was that-"

Before he could say anything else, Techno grabbed him and suicide water bombed the both of them into the water with a maniacal laugh. Wilbur shrieked and thrashed around, trying to hit Techno with his wings before he hit the water in an attempt to avoid his watery fate, but to no avail.

The next moment, Wilbur pulled his head back out of the water and rapidly shook his head in an attempt to dry his hair, right beside him Techno popped back up as well, Wilbur wasn't even sure how he managed to get fully underwater but alas, he was rubbing water out of his eyes.

"What the shit is wrong with you?" Wilbur demanded, swiftly turning around and hitting Techno across his thick head with his wing.

Techno was still laughing and as Wilbur hit him he sunk a little back into the water, around them, Tommy, Tubbo, and Deo were all laughing as well, Wilbur quickly turned around again, dragging up a bunch of water with his wings and splashing Techno again.

"Which one of your's ideas was this?" Wilbur hissed, which only made everyone laugh even more. "I'm serious," Wilbur demanded again.

Out of nowhere, Deo splashed water towards him, and with an evil and very self-aware smirk he said, "Oops."

"Oh, it's on, you fuck," Wilbur said with a snarly laugh.

"Techno, I'll forgive you if you help me defeat these unruly children," Wilbur said with a smug smile, Techno returned the look and with a shrug, he agreed.

"Why that sounds like quite the deal Wil," Techno said, looking back at Tommy, Deo, and Tubbo.

"You're going down, you old hags!" Tubbo cried, spinning around in the water and splashing water at the two.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wilbur notes that Deo is in fact older than almost everyone else in the party, which makes Tubbo's statement was inaccurate in calling him and Techno old, but he didn't have much time to point it out as he got a mouth of water thanks to Tommy.

While there were three of them versus Techno and Wilbur, the duo had a lot more mass which helped them a lot more than numbers. Techno towered over basically the entire party while Wilbur had four pretty little white wings that became deadly in a splash fight.

Two literally children from their culture's perspective, no matter how possibly immortal their friend might be, stood no chance against the two.

Tommy tried to lunge at Techno but it failed miserably and he ended up under the water and scrambling to get a breath on the shore, Techno took this time to push them further downstream. They chased them further downstream until Tubbo tripped over some rocks and fell down in front of Wilbur with a raving laugh, getting a full face of water.

"Oh god, Wilbur I surrender! I surrender!" Tubbo cried with shrill laughter.

Techno laughed as he pulled Tubbo up from the stream, "You're a valuable asset, Tubbo, we're going to keep you," He said, pulling Tubbo up onto his shoulders. Tubbo can't seem to help himself as he giggles at it, grabbing onto the collar of his drenched cotton shirt.

"Tubbo!" Tommy cried, looking up at him on Techno's shoulders "We'll get you back!" Tommy told him.

"You're no match for us, Tommy," Wilbur calls out to him, "It's a two v two and you've been outmatched since it was a three v two."

Out of nowhere, a new voice sounds out through the small valley the river gang had inhabited, "Boys?" Phil's voice rang as clear as the water was before the boys had started their rampaging.

Wilbur and Techno turned around with Tubbo still on Techno's shoulders, in sync as Deo and Tommy's eyes fell towards the top of the embankment where the voice came from.

And there he was, standing on the hill, the bottom of his legs were wet from standing with the horses, who they just had to assume were with the rest of the party. He gave them a warm smile and a wave, "Sorry to interrupt, it looks like you were all having fun, but we're ready to start walking."

Tommy gave him a sheepish wave as they all looked between each other, collectively a little disappointed. Techno looked back up the hill at him, "Yeah, we'll be right up there," He called out, with a wave.

Phil seemed to linger on the image of the five of them in the stream for a moment longer before disappearing again on the other side of the embankment.

"Do I have to get down?" Tubbo asked abruptly, making Tommy laugh.

Techno shrugged, then remembered that there was in fact a child on his shoulders which rendered him from shrugging, then responded, "Nah, you're good."

"Deo, can you carry me?" Tommy asked pitifully.

Deo laughed at his trouble, "Tommy I'm pretty sure you're taller than me, if anything you should be the one to carry me," Deo informed him.

"No no no, like I'll hope across your back and you just run," Tommy insisted.

"I don't think that will-"

"Do it, Deo!" Wilbur encouraged.

"Ehhh-" But before Deo could protest any further, Tommy threw himself across Deo's back, which quickly threw him off balance as he stumbled around the already uneven ground, "Wait wait wait-" He croaked out.

Deo threw Tommy lightly over his shoulder with relative ease, which seemed to impress the kid enough for him to shut up momentarily, "Fine, just use the hill there," He told Tommy.

And so he did, he threw himself onto Deo again, this time with much more accuracy, and the duo marched up the hill, followed by Techno and Tubbo and Wilbur followed the two groups up, taking one quick look through the river bed to make sure no one lost anything.

When they got the top of the two back-to-back embankments and the party and their horses came into view, Techno and Deo threw each other side-eyed glances before Deo sprung into action, running towards the party as quickly as he could with Tommy still slung across his back without the two totally whipping out.

And Techno followed suit, quickly catching up and overtaking Deo as he had both the lighter kid and more strength than the much more human-like gorgon, but Deo still ran in an attempt to beat Techno, and while he didn't win, he and Tommy did end up hurling into Techno and Tubbo when Techno stopped short, sending Techno toppling over and Tubbo flying forward, somehow managing to be caught by Dream, before phasing through his ghostly arms slowly.

"Woah! Dude!" Tubbo yelled, pulling himself off the group and looking up at Dream, "How did you do that? That was so sick!"

Tommy, Deo, and Techno were all laughing as Tommy pulled Deo off the group and Techno stood himself back up. "Nice catch," Techno called over to Dream.

"I wasn't even aware you could catch things," Wilbur called out from behind them.

Dream laughed, Beside him, Phil appeared again, "Well it looks like you boys had fun. Hopefully, it's not too cold."

Wilbur hadn't thought about the temperature since he had been pushed into the water, it was still warm, but the wind that blew through the valley seemed almost icy to the now soaked Wilbur, "Ah, why'd you have to mention it, Phil."

"Did you think you could just thoughtcrime the wind out of existence?" Phil called back with a laugh.

"Maybe!" Wilbur called back with a laugh. Techno walked up to Wilbur and draped one of his extra capes across his shoulders, Wilbur quickly thanked him as he wrapped himself up in the soft satin.

Tommy looked between the two and furrowed his brow, "No extra warmth for your brother?" Tommy complained.

Techno gave him a smug smile, "Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb," he mused. Tommy gave him a tired look like he had heard his brother speak in tongues a thousand times before, and knowing Techno he probably had.

"C'mon everyone, we've still got a good few hours of daylight," Phil told the group, pushing the reigns of all of the horses back to their rightful riders.

Everyone got back around to their horses and started the march through the tall grass. Wilbur walked with Techno towards the sunset, both taking in the scenery.

Phil was correct when he said they had a few more hours of sunlight, but Wilbur betted on the fact that they wouldn't mount the horses again that night. The sun rushed it's golden rays over the field of tall grass, it came up to just below Wilbur's waist in some places which seemed to lead to some funny situations with Tubbo and Phil who were both much shorter than Wilbur.

The sweet smell of the grass was pleasant, it was a nice change from the muddled scents of the town and the now stale and uninteresting smell of the ocean that was fading away mile by mile. No, the scent of the grasslands was fresh and filled him with new energy. His four pristine white wings (well, pristine was a rough term to use right after the river scuffle) relaxed against his back under the cloak Techno had given him, they brushed the tall grass which sent a pleasant chill up his spine.

"Still chilly?" Techno asked him monotonously, just trying to make some small talk.

Wilbur shrugged, "Muscle spasm or something, I've knocked the chill off. If my wings feel some kind of unusual sensation- like this thick grass, they just- get happy or something, I don't know how to describe it," Wilbur described, rubbing the back of his neck. Techno nodded as he understood.

Phil fell back from the front of the group and came back beside the two, and seeing the three gathered, Tommy joined the fray too.

"You got any good travel songs, mate?" Phil asked Wilbur.

Wilbur thought for a moment, and gave him a nod, and slung his lute off the back of his horse, "Yeah, lemme see something."

The lute seemed to gather the attention of the group, everyone got quieter as Wilbur checked his tuning and started tapping his fingers across the wooden body of the instrument.

[song; Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos]

Wilbur started strumming and the group stared at each other, talking silently through looks and small motions, "Wait-" a few collectively murmured.

"Do you guys know this?" Wilbur asked, paying his lute more attention as he turned a few knobs on the head of the instrument. "If so, sing along," Wilbur encouraged them.

"There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," Wilbur began, skipping around between Techno, Dream, and Deo.

"Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord, He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," The rest of the group joined in. Big Q had grabbed his lute-type instrument off of the back of his horse as well and started strumming along.

"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word, he will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," Wilbur called out, skipping around Phil and Tubbo now.

"Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord. He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," The group responded back, collectively skipping along with Wilbur, a few of their horses picking up a trot as they jaunted around with their riders.

"There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," Wilbur continued on, skipping around Tommy, Big Q, and Eret now.

"Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord. Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord," They replied again, "Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord, He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh," The group sang out until it died back into laughing and happy chatting.

"Do you have any more songs like that, Wilbur?" Tubbo asked Wilbur with a wide smile.

Wilbur paused, tapped his fingers against his lute, and gave him a confidant nod, "Sure I do."

And thus the day went on and turned into the night. It reminded Wilbur about their adventures on the previous continent, running around with Techno, and Phil, and Tommy, and Tubbo, and Deo and all of them with no fears of the future and no worries or what the next day might hold. Wilbur wanted nothing more for them to all go back to being like that, but some chill inside of him told him that they would not stay whole for long.