Hello everyone. I know it's been a long time since I updated this story. I was working on other fanfictions and other things, but thanks to a big fan of this story, the chapter for the letter N is now done. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review.

Thank you very much to Crystal Persian. I hope you like what I did with your idea.

Lance was running toward the palace of the Royal Family. Buildings were on fire and Muttradi seemed to be everywhere and yet, none attacked him. When he reached the palace entrance, he heard a scream. He recognized the voice as the princess of the kingdom, Ilana. He ran up the steps and into the throne room and came face to face with General Modula, who was holding Ilana by the neck.

"Ilana!"

"Lance, help me," she choked out. Her eyes held terror.

"Where's the king!?" Lance yelled.

"The king is dead," Modula said. "And soon, the only heir to the throne will be gone as well."

Lance drew his sword and charged at the general. The man smirked and tightened his hold on her neck so she couldn't breathe. Lance stopped in his tracks.

"You will learn that you have no power to save the princess or anyone."

"Let her go!"

"I will let her go, but into the afterlife, for she is the one thing standing in my way of complete domination of this planet."

General Modula drew a sword of his own and held it to Ilana's heart. Lance rushed at them again, but the general easily dispatched him by knocking him away with a single sword strike. Then he raised the sword to Ilana's chest once more before thrusting it in her heart. She didn't scream. There was only a gasp that escaped her lips as the blood and the life flowed out of her body.

General Modula pulled the sword out and released her. Lance watched in horror as her lifeless form fell to the ground, the gaping wound in her chest spurting out blood.

"ILANA!"

Lance sat up in bed, covered in sweat. His entire body was shaking, and it wasn't from the cold. He took several deep breaths to calm himself.

A dream. It was just a dream…No. That was a nightmare. A nightmare that felt far too real.

But it was over now. Once his body stopped shaking, Lance looked around and saw that he was in his house, in Sherman, Illinois, on Earth. Not on Galaluna. He looked out the window and everything was peaceful from what he could tell. No buildings were on fire, no monsters were in the streets.

Everything's fine. Ilana is safe in her bed and sleeping peacefully.

Still, even though he knew that to be true, the nightmare was still fresh in his mind and it made him uneasy. He got up out of bed and went across the hall to Ilana's bedroom, stopping at the door.

This is stupid. She's perfectly safe; it was just a nightmare.

Yet Lance found himself turning the doorknob and slowly opening the door, careful not to make any noise. He slipped inside without a sound and could see her face even in the darkness. He went up to her bedside. She was facing him, eyes closed and breathing steadily, sound asleep.

A small, relieved smile made its way to his face. Seeing her safe and sound made him feel better.

"Sleep well Ilana," he whispered.

He walked out of the room as soundlessly as he had come in and went back to his own room and got in his own bed. The nightmare was already beginning to fade and before he closed his eyes, Lance made a vow to make sure that it never became reality.