Days passed. Everything was normal to Hitler's friends. It was as if they had just completely ignored the warning from Hitler, but he could not stop thinking about it. It took over his mind, his thoughts. He had been more absent minded lately, losing his thoughts. He knew that his friends were concerned, but he wanted to be left alone with his thoughts, not badgered by a bunch of blundering idiots.

Now Hitler curled up in his bed, not sure what to make of himself. Was the prophecy real? Or was it not? Was it all nonsense, like Burgdorf and Jodl had said?

He was beginning to believe the two. Despite how they spoke, they had been using logic and reasoning, while Fegelein did back up his evidence, however he had a more exotic view on it. He sighed, digging his face into his legs.

He willed for sleep to take over him as he shut his eyes and wrapped the covers around him.

The scent of greenery eventually woke Hitler up, and he found himself staring over a large pool. His reflection trembled like a leaf in the rippling waves below him. He looked up, seeing moonlight surround a hillside. The bushes had surrounded a hollow with rocky sides that led to the pool in which Hitler was looking over. Halfway up the hollow, a trickle of water bubbled up between two granite stones, glimmering like starshine as it fell into the pool below.

Another dream. But as Hitler glanced around, there was no spirit to greet him. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?"

After minutes of waiting, he did not receive a reply. For some reason he couldn't explain, he knew he wouldn't get one. So what was he doing here?

He had to find out for himself.

He turned back to the pool. A red stain was beginning to spread across the surface, rippling outwards until the water turned into a mix of scarlet and orange. What? He bent down, looking closer at it.

In a matter of heartbeats, images appeared from the vividly colored water, as if it was on a screen. Hitler couldn't pull himself away, no matter how hard he tried.

A wide expanse reflected in the water beneath him - desolate and destroyed. It was a wasteland, with nothing symbolizing that it had once been full of life. The wasteland began to take on a new color, titian this time.

There was a creature in the sky - something that resembled him in every single way. Down to the shape of his body, the outline of his face, and his height. But it also wasn't him. Instead, massive ripped wings that gleamed orange were keeping the creature afloat in the sky as they flapped furiously. Every part of this creature was different shades of orange and red - the wings a gradient of both colors. The creature's eyes gleamed with blood, and he was three times the size of Hitler as his entire body took in demon like features. His teeth were fangs, his fingers were claws, and he sent fear crackling through Hitler in extremes.

Hitler stepped back, horrified. His jaw dropped, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. That was him. That was him in the form of a demon, of a monster. And this creature was watching over a desolate wasteland, which showed no signs of life. The end of the world … and that is me above it … me in the form of a monster. Me! I'm the monster that will end the world as we know it!

"No!" Hitler yowled. "No, this can't happen to me!" He spun around, trying desperately to seek out the spirit who had talked to him before. "Where are you? Tell me more! I have to know!" He climbed out of the hollow and pelted across the grass, searching aimlessly for the one who had given him the prophecy. He had to be here, right?

But no matter how far Hitler roamed, there was no sign of him. Hitler, breathing heavily, collapsed on his aching knees, digging his face into the ground as he tried to come to terms with what he just saw.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The voice snapped Hitler out of his misery, and he dragged himself up, looking for the voice. Is it you?

No. The land around him disappeared, and Hitler found himself in his bed. Fegelein was staring at him, his sapphire eyes round with worry, his jaw tilted. "Are you all right?"

"What?" Hitler pulled himself up so that he was seated on his bed.

Fegelein stepped back. "Jesus, Hitler, I don't know how your screaming didn't wake everyone up in the bunker. It sure as hell woke me up."

"I bet you weren't even asleep," Hitler scoffed.

"No, but I was trying to," Fegelein retorted. "And that little wail of yours scared the hell out of me. What happened?"

Hitler was still out of breath, so he took a few seconds to gather his composure. Then, when he felt okay again, he burst out into his story, and the dream he had. Fegelein listened intently, his eyes boring into Hitler.

Finally, when the Führer was done explaining his story, he glanced at Fegelein expectantly. He always knows what to say. I can always rely on his advice, even though I hate his fucking ass.

"Hitler," Fegelein began, "take this seriously."

"I can't," Hitler croaked. "I don't even know if the spirit I saw in my dream was a real spirit."

Fegelein tilted his head as a thoughtful look emerged into his eyes. "What did he look like?"

"I told you guys. He had stars in his skin, on his body. His hair was silver, but I'm pretty sure that was a reflection of the moonlight. And he seemed so magical … so wistful. He looked like a celestial being, and his eyes and everything about him was shimmering. I don't know, maybe that was my imagination. His entire body just sparkled."

"Hitler, I promise you, that is a spirit," Fegelein said, certainty in his voice.

"How do you know?" Hitler growled.

"Because I'm visited by them." Fegelein's confession made Hitler stiffen completely.

"Wh-what?" Hitler stared at Fegelein, completely bewildered. Fegelein? Visited by spirits? By ancestors? How was that possible? Was he involved in the prophecy too?

Fegelein shook his head. "I don't think I'm involved in the prophecy. Do you know my family history, Hitler?"

"No," Hitler said. "What happened?"

Fegelein let out a deep sigh. "When I was around eight, my family was slaughtered by a criminal in the village. My mother, my father, my brother, my cousins. The only people who survived was my other brother and my sister. My sister ran away, and we couldn't find her. It was out of fear, and I didn't see her until I turned twenty. My brother and I stuck together, but he later then fell to the hands of the assassin. We were together when that happened. I was fighting desperately to stop him, but I was just a kid. I couldn't fight him. So I ran away. I was a coward, and I hid out for the rest of the year. As I was running away, the assassin yelled after me that he would eventually get me. A year later, he did. I ran into him while I was living on the streets. He fought me, but I fought back. He ended up killing me. I fell to my death, my heart stopped."

The Führer broke off Fegelein's story as horror filled his entire body. Fegelein? Dead? But he's alive! He's right in front of me! "What are you talking about? I went to school with you. We found out Burgdorf's story together. We stuck with the bunker for a full … what, middle school to high school? And even after that. And not to mention, you're right in front of me right now."

"Let me go on." Fegelein's voice was dry, but it was also cracking. Hitler could see the pain he was in by telling this story, as tears brimmed around the edge of his eyes. Fegelein doesn't cry. This is so much for him. I can't believe it! How did he die? "But the doctors were able to save me. Someone found me."

Hitler took a deep breath. He lived. He's all right. But something hit him. A while back, when Hitler was around his age, he had found a kid on the street, bleeding to death. He suffered Fegelein's same fate. If I tell Fegelein that, maybe he'll feel better. "I remember seeing a kid on the street once, after he was really hurt by someone. I ended up bringing him to the hospital. Maybe that'll make you feel better. Someone went through what you … did." Hitler's own voice shattered as he came to terms with what happened to Fegelein. Oh, God. He's been through so much, yet he still is here, right in front of me.

"Yes." Fegelein gazed at Hitler. "The person who saved me …" He took a deep breath. "... was you."

"What?" Hitler exclaimed, jumping up in bewilderment. What? "I saved your life when you were just a kid?" Shock flew through every single vein of Hitler's body as he jerked up, staring at Fegelein in utter disbelief. Was you? Was you?

Fegelein nodded slowly. "Yes, Hitler. I owe my life to you. I became invincible after that."

"But … but … that doesn't make any sense!" Hitler's voice was now high pitched. How did I save Fegelein? What is this? This is impossible! He couldn't make sense of his spinning head that seemed to be giving him a migraine. He had so many questions - so many that he couldn't keep track of. But he knew he had to let Fegelein explain. "I never met you until we were in middle school."

"No." Fegelein shook his head once more. "When I saw you in middle school, I knew that you were the person who saved my life. Why do you think we became friends? You're not an easy person to befriend, you know."

"But Fegelein, I don't remember this. I don't remember that it was you that I saved. How could it be you?" Hitler's voice was trembling as he tried to process what Fegelein had told him.

Fegelein sighed. "After this, you notified the orphanage, because I told you what had happened to me. I then had foster parents after. I loved them dearly, and I was given a second chance at life. Because of you."

"So … why did you never tell me this?" Hitler choked out.

"That's one thing I regret the most," Fegelein confessed. "I never did. I planned to tell you my entire life, but I never got around it, because I was so …" Fegelein's voice broke. "... embarrassed."

Hitler stared at his feet, shutting his eyes. He knew that Fegelein was right. He couldn't swallow his pride enough to tell Hitler. Fegelein went on. "I was going to tell you. My entire life, but I couldn't summon up the pride. My one thing to myself that I would tell you that you saved my life before you died. But … yes, Hitler. You are the reason I am still here today."

"What does that have to do with the spirits though?" Hitler asked. He still had questions for Fegelein, but he had to get Fegelein's story first.

"I get to see my family. I know they're there. I can talk to them, I can look to them for advice. I will for them to come, and I know that they're there, I know they're spirits. And I know they're always there for me. Because whenever I look to the stars, I know that they're looking down on me, in life, and in dreams."

Hitler swallowed a gulp in his throat as he saw tears swelling in Fegelein's eyes. This obviously was such a hard story for him to tell, but he had told him anyways.

Fegelein shrugged. "Anyways, moving on, that's how I know you saw spirits. That's why you should take them seriously. They're your ancestors, they know more than you ever will. And they chose you for a reason."

He was changing the topic abruptly, and Hitler knew he didn't want to keep talking about his past. The Führer still wasn't over Fegelein's story - he wasn't listening to his advice. I saved Fegelarse's life, and I never knew. Wow. Just wow.

"Hey, you listening to me?" Fegelein's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh. Oh, yeah, I am." Hitler shook himself. "Okay. All right. I need to listen, you're right."

Fegelein nodded. "You told me you saw yourself as a monster, looking over a barren and desolate wasteland, correct?"

"Yeah."

"That kinda proves my point that you'll be the one to end the world," Fegelein said, sighing. "But maybe there's some way we can avoid that."

"It may be destiny," Hitler argued, feeling his heart sink to his stomach. "I … I don't want to destroy us. But I don't know if I can avoid it."

"We shape our own destiny," Fegelein told Hitler. "It may be laid out for us, but that doesn't mean we can't change it. We have the strength in us to do so."

Hitler swallowed. "Thank you." He thought back to Fegelein, and how he had died for a moment. Fegelein's eyes were glimmering with relief, and his shoulders were slumped, but in relief. Things tear up him up inside, but he always insists upon bearing that burden alone. I guess telling his story to me relieved a lot of his pain.

Fegelein nodded, getting to his feet. "Well, my Failüre, I hope that I was able to give you some advice. And this is going to happen. But I will help. We will work on this together, and I am sure the others will help."

Hitler sighed. "Thanks, Fegelein." What's strange is just how much knowing you have someone on your side can change things.

Fegelein turned away, walking towards the door. But before he left, he swung his head around, gazing at the Führer. "Hey, Hitler?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for saving me."