"I'm sorry."
The King of All Night's Dreaming stood in front of the girl, looking apologetic, the room with the girl's dream closed behind her. Beside the king was a lithe-looking woman, with black hair. She was wearing leather pants and a sleeveless shirt, and had a large, silver ankh around her neck. She, too, looked apologetic, but it was a slightly more honest look, compared to the King.
"What do you mean?" The girl asked.
"Your body in the human realm has died due to your injuries." The King said, "Which means…"
The girl's breath stopped, "I'm dead?"
The King nodded, "This is my sister, Death."He indicated the woman beside him, "She, too, is one of the Endless… responsible for the souls of humans. She will help you and lead you to your new, shall we say, afterlife."
The woman, Death, smiled and nodded at her, "Your self-sacrifice for love and your past generosity and kindness has earned you a place in Heaven. I have been sent to take you there, and give you over to the angels who will send you over past the Gate of Heaven."
The girl paled a little, but she nodded a little, "I never got to say goodbye to everyone. But… I guess it is how it has to be." She looked up at Death and smiled a little. "At least you don't look like the Death Reaper we normally know."
Death laughed, "It was just something humans make me look. But I do sometimes have a cloak and scythe. But I think Dream is more imposing than I am, don't you think?"
The girl grinned as Dream scowled down at his sister. But soon, she stopped and looked up at Dream again. "What will happen to… him?"
Dream shook his head, "I do not know. My brother, Destiny, knows his fate… but he is not allowed to tell anyone. But I think he will be fine. As will your family."
The girl smiled peacefully, "Then… I have served my purpose in this world, it would seem." She looked at Death again, "I think I'm ready… Death."
Death nodded, and she held out her hand. The girl took it, and soon both were gone, leaving The King of All Night's Dreaming standing by the door of the girl's dream.
A few moments later, Death joined him again. She watched her brother as he continued to gaze at the girl's door. "It is kind of tragic… to have died and not be able to tell a person you love them."
"You have methods to do that. But I think this for the best for the people around her." The King said as he locked the door, and started walking back to his throne. Death followed him.
"Isn't there supposed to be a lesson in all this?" Death asked as they walked, "I was thinking about it and…"
"We have lived for far too long, and have learned many lessons from the living, the dead and the dreaming." The King said, "What more lessons do you need?"
"Perhaps" Death said, "Then I shall leave now. See you around, brother."
Death faded off from Dreaming, and soon a Raven landed on his throne, "My King, there is monk that has come to Dreaming to speak with you."
The King nodded, and waited for the monk, still thinking of the girl and her dreams.
Dreams, that he knew, were the same as his dreams once were.