An: I decided to take on the 200 Prompt Fan Fiction Challenge, and amidst brainstorming ArMor ideas and watching Doctor Who...I obviously very easily came up with an idea for #51 on the list.

Enjoy and expect more to come!

"It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one..."

The room was warm from the dying fire cracking weakly in the darkness, cocooning the Prince and the Ward as they slept in each other's arms. Exhaustion hung heavily in the air, but while Arthur slept soundly with his lover under his arm, Morgana's brow was furrowed.

She was dreaming at first, neither scared nor at peace. She was simply there, looking upon a world that meant nothing to her through eyes that hung in a balance she couldn't grasp. Around her was darkness, but nothing evil hung in the shadows. The cobwebs hanging from the ceiling failed to affect her and the air that brushed the dust across the stone floor was unfelt by her. In front of her was what she was meant to see; a huge stone box adorned with large circular engravings on each side. The box itself hummed and the engravings turned in slow, tedious circles, as if the box was unlocking. In her sleep she felt a shiver run up her spine and she gasped, a small feeling of fear spreading to her from the center of her unconsciousness. The box had begun to glow a bright green color, and soon its sides were parting.

She felt her terror materialize when the box opened and the bright white light that appeared from inside the cracked box was wrapped with screams. High pitched screeching filled her head and she felt the claws of insanity physically tearing her brain apart. Pain radiated from her spine and the bright white light burned her skin, threatening to dissolve her into nothing. She saw bloody wars full of forgotten deaths; dead bodies lying in fields that were overlooked by the peasants that merely stepped over their decrepit bodies. Everyone was dead, dying, but their screams were unanswered. No one cared. No one knew.

Instead their screams all went to her mind. Every part of her shook and tensed as dead hands grasped out of the darkness and grabbed at her, ripping her clothes and tearing into her skin. She felt blood slide down every part of her body and seized as she felt her bones breaking before she was consumed with the blinding light that broke from the stone box. Tears fell down her cheeks as she screamed out into the undisturbed Albion air, but she choked back her sob when the cool brush of death wrapped around her neck.

A cool breeze brushed against her ear and her tears began anew, the shadowy figure slowly choking the life out of her and pulling her deeper into his shadowy embrace. She felt its words carve into what was left of her body and she felt herself being torn apart, burnt, and frozen in her agony. Morgana cried out and shot up in her bed, gasping and sobbing wildly as her eyes looked around the hazy world surrounding her. She felt a warm hand touch her shoulder and she spun around, looking into Arthur's concerned sapphire gaze.

She sobbed again and fell into his open arms, burying her face in his shoulder and crying away the terror in her mind. His lips pressed against her temple and he pulled her into his lap, rocking away her nightmare and rubbing soothing circles into her back.

"Shh," he hushed, closing his eyes and burying his nose in her sweet smelling hair. "It's alright. Morgana, it's alright. I'm here, shh baby you're alright."

"It was so terrifying," she gasped, coughing roughly before her sobs returned. "Something so much worse than death, and it whispered...it whispered to me."

"What did it say?" Arthur asked, looking at her with concerned eyes and wiping away the tears that stained her flawless skin.

She looked at him and fear consumed her emerald eyes. She grabbed his shoulders and held onto him as if her life depended on it. Her lips parted, but a sob left her before she composed herself enough to relay the message from her dreams.

"Silence," she began, breathing in deeply and blinking away her tears. "Silence will fall...and the Pandorica will open."