A blue light glowed dimly, posing as the only light source through the dark room.

The room had no windows, no walls, no door.

It was simply, dark.

Slowly a hooded figure stepped into view.

As their cape was designed in a magnificent print, ranging from runes to symbols older than any other spoken language.

Their blue and yellow eyes scanned the darkened area, before finally laying their gaze on the object in the room.

The object, was a blue flower.

It was much more different than all it's other kind.

Much older than any other, the Alitas Flower

It has heard, seen, and spoken everything that has been in a countance from the very beggining to this very day.

It also had heard every prochecy.

Just what the fingure needed.

The crevians had said that after the next red sun all of Multiversia will fall.

Thou even CQ, one of the few that had disagreed with this idea, could not go against the Queen.

Thou the name of the Queen was never spoken, she remained a mystery to most.

The Queen was different indeed, seeing things differently as every other Mordalliane or Universianne.

But she was just...different.

The way she saw the world, Multiversia, and even those close to her.

The word was simply announced and...that was it.

They were left with nothing more but a war, and a deadline.

Fear. Curiosity. Anger. Regret. Numbness.

It all spread throughout the lands, the kingdoms.

Everyone seem to grow distant to eachother, even before the meeting that Ink had held.

Geno and Fresh had been there too.

Reaper was strangely...absent, in a way.

He seemed distant, refusing to talk anyone, not even Geno or Life could do much.

Heck, even Error tried!

He knew they weren't the closest, but they were friends nonetheless.

Nightmare had stayed close to Dream, and Dream had made sure of that.

After the incident the two had stayed awfully close, at times Palette could be seen with them.

It was...nice, like the three were a normal family, with a normal life.

It was the only positive thing anyone has seen since the announcement.

The figure's train of thoughts was interrupted by the sudden burst of light from the Atlitas.

The flower bloomed, petals falling into place with one graceful movement.

It never seemed to age.

Then a voice, distant and foggy, but still clear spoke;

Three royals shall travel the kingdoms,
And each shall bring forth new wisdom.
A guide with the bluest of lights,
A helper for them, but his end is in sight.

Foggy dark mist takes form of life,
With a weapon that will end all strife.
A child of stars shall lead the way,
His feeling forever astray.

All Voilihiants shall join arms,
Children of all, part of harm.
A leader who was gone without a trace,
And a little miracle will they meet face to face.

The Atilas closed, as the figure looked up from the scroll.

The next great prochecy is ready.

And they know who to give it too.