A World no more, than a whisper.

HUUGH!" The queen gasped, awakened from her slumber, now egressed from whatever nightmarish dream she endured. Her booming cry startled the knights by the door, causing them to quickly dash through the door. There the queen laid, gasping audibly for air. Since she was of Fractallean blood, she couldn't sweat.

"MY QUEEN!" They shouted. "What bothers thee? Are you unharmed? Was there an assault?" Soon enough, a pair of shaman arrived by the door, their staffs ready for a royal operation.

"N-no." She said hastily, moving her arm up and down, meaning to stop. "I...I just..."

"Guilda!" A male voice called from just outside the door. "Guilda! Has something gone wrong? What is it?" Queen Guilda slowly retreated back to her spot and leaned against the wall, relieved to hear the voice of her love.

The king quickly ran inside, completely disregarded from the danger of slipping over, since the floor of a royalty's room in Navagar was usually smooth..too smooth. He held up the queen's forehead and her trembling hands. "M' dear! I hast heard o' screams of fear from afar tis chamber, have I not?" Her gasp was still audible, though now in a slightly relaxed tone.

"Thou not mistakened. I have screamed, not of attacks, but of a nightmare." Queen Guilda carefully lifted his arm away from hers as she calmed down some more until she ceased to gasp.

The guards by the door managed to eavesdrop.

"Thy screams hast reached as far as the Meditiary, loved 'un, as if tis were somber. Twas a terrible dream ye hath!"

"O' Tempus, very terrible it was!" She sobbed on the king's shoulder. "I was dreaming o' the End days...the savage Doomsday."

Tempus paused for a second, knowing of this. The End days were prophesied to come, but in peace. In Regiversia, prophecies, destinies, among others were vulnerable to alter. This calmed him on second thought and patted her back consolingly. "The End Days have yet to come, m'love. They shalt happen someday, but not today, nor tomorrow nor for the coming thousand years. The skies are blue, the grass is green. There will be no need o' agonizing, for tis we art in the Age of Heroes."

"But I feel that...he...will finally arrive on the 12th day, and bring to us the end of an era. My love, could this be truest to o'r blood?" Queen Guilda raised her head towards him, warm tears flowing out her crystal eyes.

"Nay, dear. He cannot come, the portal whom seals the Destroyer of Dawn within is unwearied, I assure."

"But it feels so....real. Tis dream alone may have its chance o' keeping me up at nightfall. This feeling is unpleasant, Tempus. I can bear not, to see countless souls destroyed in m' very eyes. I....I must...-"

"Ye need not to pay visit to a medium, m' loved 'un." King Tempus ran his fingers down her smooth, cinnamon hair. This were the rare days when someone with much power awakes, frightened by dreams.

Guilda hid her face in his shoulder again and wept. Tempus then came to realize that she was deeply wounded emotionally. Such a nightmare that could instill much trauma was no mere dream at all. It was a vision. He turned his head to the shaman, "No such operations needed. Thou may go home as ye wisheth."

He stared at the 2 knights, "Please tell the maidens to entail a carriage. Tis is serious." He ordered.

"Ast tralagouse." They bowed, stood back on their feet and marched away.

"The End Days?" The first knight asked. They were now walking down the palace's hallway.

"The End Days are the prophesied days when the entity....I failed to recall his name, but he is said to have the strength of a quantillion demilos. Back on the trail, he is said to break the seal suppressing him on the 12th day and bring an end to all of Regiversia. The 'day' is undefined, however." The second knight answered.

The inquirer nodded slowly in understanding and focused his head on the path. He prepared his Greatsword, now anxious of the answer. Generally, most races, hated the idea of a Doomsday. Some say this belief contradicts the statement in their Lora, that the universe will have no end.

"Do not worry, dear Guilda..." Tempus whispered to her wife, who then removes herself slowly from his embrace and lays back on the bed, stressed and anxious, completely traumatized.

Tempus covered her in blanket and kisses her forehead, before looking out the window. Though the Sun has just appeared out of the horizon, he now felt as if it was nightfall.