my mirror my sword my shield
Tubbo jerked his head around to look at her. “What?” he stammered. “I never saw anything like that.” “That’s because the page is brand new,” Puffy said, looking back at him. Her eyes, hooded by the shadows, looked grim. “The ink was fresh - it told of a boy from inside the castle who would raise the four kings of the Antarctic Empire back to the throne.” Tubbo stopped dead in his tracks. “Me? ” he whispered. “It’s a prophecy about me?” “Tubbo, come on,” Puffy hissed, yanking him along. “Listen. You have to run - run as far as you can and wake the kings. You must. The fate of this world rests on your shoulders.”
Or, Tubbo, Ranboo, four immortal kings, a magical book, a roadtrip, and a bond that will last for the end of eternity.