"Sire! Grave news from the castle!" Bedsmith came rushing through Dozing Sands.

"What is it, Bedsmith?" Dreambert asked. Around him, the five Deco Pi'illo began nervously reacting to what Bedsmith may have to say.

"Well… uh…"

"Bedsmith, I do not have the time for bush-beating. Be at one with calm."

"Well… Nidream's been murdered!


"I brought him here as quick as I could, Eldream!" Bedsmith said. Dreambert was lost for words. He just stared at the pile of stuffing that was his princess.

"Eldream… may I?"

"Of course. None knew Nidream better than you, sir."

"Assistance with taking her to the balcony?"

"Sure… but I don't know why…"

"It was our special place, Eldream. Didn't you notice we spent time there?"


Dreambert arrived at Dreamy Pi'illo Castle. At least, what was left of it. The surroundings were shattered and scattered across the dream world like a giant child's toys. But one thing was opened after this wreckage. A purple beam of light rained up from the rough position of the castle balcony. Dreambert entered it, unsure of where it would lead.

He entered Dream's Deep. From around him, various weird shapes twisted and distorted.

"Dreambert…"

"Nidream?"

"Dreambert… it was Antasma… the king of bats…"

"Nidream… just one thing… why?"

"He wants… the Dark Stone…"

"The Dark Stone? But that's completely safe. You weren't the one guarding it, I was!"

"…Where are you now?"

"Right… here… that was his plan, wasn't it?"

"Sadly, yes… Dreambert, I must offer… a choice here. If you leave Dream's Deep… you may never return to see me… again. Meanwhile… in the real world… Antasma threatens destruction… upon our island. What… do you decide?

"…I must work for the good of our people. Nidream… as much as this pains me to do… goodbye…"


Dreambert awoke. He looked down at Nidream's pillow. The heart pattern on its front was torn down the middle. Dreambert began to tear up.

"Nidream… I'm sorry… but it must be so…"