A World no more, than a whisper.

A World no more, than a whisper- 2

Horses galloped, with a carriage attached, leaving a dusty trail and hoof marks, through the forest as Tempus awaits, eager to end this random misery his wife had suffered. Guilda was still in panic, mumbling out words inaudible even for Tempus.

Guilda's state was no joke, and so Tempus set out to consult someone he knew best. He had travelled on road with Guilda for 2 straight hours over the cross-country trip from the Fractal Lands, to a least-known part situated just outside the Mystical Woodlands, which structure was no more than a mere tent. For most of his long lifetime, he did not believe in fortune tellers, believing that one who could truly see into the future would have a specific mark on their palm. None ever had, he had rejected them all, them predictions made by these fortune tellers. However, this time, he was desperate for an answer, either a yes or no. If the universe was coming to an end, he would have gathered enough troops and power to alter what has been foretold. But of course, he needed to know the truth, first.

Fortunately, it wasn't raining hard the entire trip.

"M'king, I believe we hath arrived on our destination, the tent thou hast wish to visit." The rider called from the windshield. The so-called tent was visible outside of the window. However, waterdrops appeared on the windshield. It was starting to rain.

"Good. Let me be thy carrier, love." Tempus said calmly to his wife, who was still mumbling. She was listening, but she was now losing half of control over her body.

"Quick, sire! For it is about to rain!" The rider hurriedly said, daring enough to push a king. Fortunately, Tempus was not one tyrannical and unforgiving king.

"Aye." He carried Guilda by his hands as he carefully exited the carriage. The rain became harder just as he stepped out, his arm now rapidly soaked. He quickly but carefully sprinted towards the tent as fast as he could. The shower had turned into full rain just after he entered through the giant cloaks of the tent.

He took a brief look at Queen Guilda before walking into the seemingly endless wave of blankets made from native lands. She was slowly entering another stage..

"Please, Guilda. We shall find the remedy to thy misery." He whispered as he cut through the blankets. Unexpectedly, he tripped on something and nearly fell. He had straightened his stomach before turning clockwise and holding on a piece of clothing. He was now in another room, the main room. It was reminiscent of a fortune teller's, with astronomy/astral-related drawings carved on walls, oddly designed clothing hung on walls, a crystal ball in the center on a table, and eerie blue light.

The accident had interrupted the woman sitting near the table with the crystal ball. She was repeating an incantation on the ball, when he tripped.

The woman stared at Tempus who regained balance, her eyes showing her startled state. "Tempus?"

King Tempus slowly laid her on a bamboo bench before responding to his old friend. "Yes, it is I. And...I am in dire need of thy help." He sounded stressed, even stumbling as he walked.

He stumbled again, but this time, the woman approached and helped with his walking. She lead him to the second chair near the table, and placed him gently. "What egregious mishap could send ye knocking on m' doors, o' Great High King Tempus of Fractille Kingdom?"

Tempus settled a bit longer, wiping parts of his clothes that have been soaked in the rain. "I have a problem..a problem of her's," He looked sorrowfully at Guilda, who was still mumbling, not focusing on everything. "That may need thy special attention, Messiza."

"What problem she may have, Tempus?"

"Before light from the midnight skies came, she awoke from a nightmare. She hath dreamt of the passing o' quantillions." He explained, "The End Days were her dream. However, I know no more than a two about this 'Destroyer of Dawn'. Many a year, I have heard of his name, who brings dread to all who witness his name through various perceptions. Please, m' friend. Tell me of what this, and her dream, and what special connection they may have."

Messiza was surprised and sat back on her own chair. Surprised, for even when Tempus had glory and a vast lifetime, she knew more. Whoever this Destroyer of Dawn may be, he surely was no good.

"For when such a dream brings much suffering, it is no mere dream. She has seen a vision." Messiza began to place her palms near both of the crystal ball's sides, and images began to transpire from within. "When the twelfth day of Suffer arrives, he shall bring about the end of all of the universe, that is Regiversia. Only when they, the heroes, discover the true meaning of Anoliment that is the key, will he kneel slain before the fifty Guardians of Astral, and never flood the world with anguish anew."

Tempus was too addled to think of any questions. He spoke one out of chance. "Who is this Destroyer of which they speaketh? When exactly will this prophesied 'twelfth day' ensue?"

"Even as I have superior knowledge, I hast never heard of the Destroyer's true moniker. However, I have the answer to thy second." The crystal ball began to show videos relevant to her speaking as she advanced. "The twelfth day, they say, is the threshold of all things evil. Like a clock, the number twelve is the end of a day or the start of noon, but the twelfth day marks the end of all life mortal and the start of a new, dark era. That is, tis very month, from the first day up to the twelfth, that latter is the day they say, that will commence the coming of the Destroyer, and slaughter henceforth."

Tempus widened his eyes. How could he have not heard or known of any of this? He lived for fifteen thousand years, banished and slain countless monsters and saving lives. Yet he had known not of this? What you don't know doesn't hurt you, he used to say. This one was definitely an exception. He had to do something, quick.

Messiza stood up and walked over to the gradually insane Queen Guilda. "What she feels this very moment, they too will feel." She placed a hand on the queen's forehead. It was now warm, frightening for a Fractallean.

"They? Who...are they?" He stared at Messiza inquisitively.

"They.....all those who are blessed with the ability to sense utmost phenomenons. Your wife is able to see such, but the disadvantage, she will suffer extreme mental pain."

Tempus said nothing. He was all ears for more.

"If the situation advances, so will her catatonic state. If the situation ends with the opposer as victor, she will be no more but waste." Messiza touched the queen's gut. "She is beginning to enter stage three, catatonic state extreme. Worldwide, I am sure that all those who have the ability mentioned earlier will suffer the torture she has. Only hope can save us now..."

Tempus stood up and approached Guilda, touching her forehead. He was now in great anxiety. Now, he had to do it now, this instance. "Thank thee, Messiza." He turned to the astral cloaks, which had a drawing of a Nyrosata, the symbol of hope, unleashing a large beam at a creature assumed to be the Destroyer himself. "I shall now assemble what I have and know, to defeat the Destroyer of Dawn, and I think I know....who to call."

He stared at a poster, inscripted with pure gold letters that formed three words, words that brought peace and justice ever since the Dawn of Heroes, "The Golden Dawn."