"It's not your time, Your Majesty," Wayvern heard a voice say in his subconscious state. He turned to the source to find Celestia and Luna in all their grace as Equestrian Princesses. "You still have someone to live for." Wait… someone? If it were his sisters they would've said somepony but why did they say someone?
"Who are you?" Wayvern asked with fear in his voice.
"We are the voice of the Preservers, we take the form of your sisters so you could feel at ease."
"Why do you say it's not my time?"
"When the Creators made your soul with Timeblood, they used enough to last for a long and happier life than you have had, you were to be happily wed when you eventually passed. It is our job to make sure you live to that end. We cannot tell you anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because even the Creators do not know any more. Destiny is not set in stone, it changes and twists, but the end is usually the only predictable thing about it."
"And I haven't reached mine yet," Wayvern had mixed feelings. On one hand he wasn't going to die. On the other hand his friends would still be in danger. "Thank you for letting me live," He said. "Can I go back to where I came from now?"
"Of course, the world still needs you."