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Althalus lay in bed with his wife, perfect Dweia, beside him. He patted Dweia's rounded belly, not believing that she was going to have a baby. Dweia smiled at him, being the happy parent she was. Althalus hugged his wife matrimonially, and grinned back at her.

But something was troubling Althalus. Ever since Dweia had announced that she was pregnant to him, his dreams had become … weird. He saw Gher being caught by officers wearing Andine's emblem, Eliar taking a sword in his heart, Leitha being closed off like Koman had. Althalus had decided not to tell his wife, for he didn't want to trouble her.

The dreams still festered in his brain, so he shut Dweia out. She was puzzled by it, and thought nothing of it. But, she still was happy, and untouchable by grief. And Althalus planned to keep it that way.

He dreaded sleep now, but it was natural for him. So, he had to. At least Dweia was there, comforting him through the long nights with nightmares. Althalus slipped into sleep as smoothly as a fish slips into water.

"Bheid, honey, are you okay?" Leitha asked, concern written all over her face.

Her husband looked grey and drawn, and she could clearly see bags under his eyes. Being the Grey Robe Exarch was taking a toll on Bheid, and he was neglecting his wife more and more, due to his work.

Bheid didn't answer the flaxen-haired Leitha, but instead wearily walked to the bed. Leitha tried to intrude on his thoughts, to find out what was wrong. He blocked her, and slipped into the stone bed.

Leitha's eyes betrayed a doubt that had previously never been there before.

Althalus jerked upright in the bed, unsettling the bison robe which covered him and his wife. This had gone on far enough. He was going to have to tell Dweia, however unhappy that would make. He wasn't going to endanger his children's relations by ignoring them.

But she looked so peaceful, slumbering beside him. His heart wrenched, but he was going to have to steel his heart, and tell her the truth. Althalus sighed, not a very happy sigh, but a sigh nonetheless. He crouched down next to his pregnant wife, and fell asleep once more.

"Eliar! Eliar!" Andine screamed at the top of her vibrant voice.

Her husband looked up at her from the battle field, and smiled happily at her. The Aryo of Osthos had lead the force against Kanthon, of all places. The 'protectorate' had arisen against its protectors, and here they were, laying over green grass, dead.

"I love you!" the Arya yelled at her husband. She flew down the stairs, and out the gates, ignoring the protests of the guards. Andine ran towards Eliar, as he strode across the ground, shedding his bloody sword as he walked. As she reached him, he picked her up, and they kissed.

Unbeknownst to them, one man was left standing in the Kanthon force, and he rose from the ground, after playing dead. Andine saw him coming up from behind Eliar, and as she screamed Eliar's name, the Kanthon man raised his sword.

Eliar looked behind, stowed his wife out of the way, and picked up a sword from a dead man. He blocked the first attack, and stabbed the last man of the Kanthon forces. The patrons in the inns would be lying if they didn't say that Aryo Eliar was one of the finest swordsmen who had ever lived.

Andine turned her beloved around, and finished the kiss that had been rudely interrupted.

The rest of the night passed without dreams for Althalus, luckily for him. When he woke up the next morning, Dweia was already awake and eating breakfast. She pointed at the bathtub, and Althalus rolled his eyes, and got in the bath. He washed himself thoroughly, and to hurry himself up, he created his breakfast, and ate it while he cleaned himself.

Althalus rose from the tub, dressed himself, and went to the bench where the Book of Deiwos lay. The Goddess Dweia sat there, looking out the window at the springtime, as he went over what he was going to say to his wife.

"Em …" he started, as Dweia turned to look at him inquiringly. He couldn't do it. He couldn't spoil her happiness. "I just wanted to say, you look lovely today."

"Why thank you, Althie," Dweia said, with a sunny smile, and a flick of her autumn hair. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. "Althalus, why did you close your mind to me?" she asked.

Althalus sighed, and opened the barriers he had imposed on his mind. He felt a presence there, as Dweia rummaged through his dreams, his fears for their children, and the reluctance of telling her. He went into Dweia's mind as well, and saw her love for him and the children, her protectiveness of Deiwos' creations, her pity for Daeva and Ghend.

Dweia's eyes misted up, as she asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier Althalus?"

He looked at his feet. "I didn't want you to be upset, with the baby and all."

She hugged him, and gave a tinkling laugh. "Oh, that's so sweet, honey! You don't want to trouble me at all!"

"Yes, well …" He looked up sheepishly at his wife. "There was one good thing, though. The last dream I had last night, was a good dream – Eliar didn't get stabbed by the enemy."

Dweia let go of him, and thought. She looked at Althalus, her eyes pensive. "I think I might know why."

AN: What's going to happen to Leitha, Bheid and the rest of the children? Who's the threat this time? What does Dweia think about the good dream? Wait till next chapter to find out more.

This is my first fanfic, although I've written for Neopets before as mischarox. ! R&R please.