Quella: Prophet? no. Gamer? yes.

Quella watched Drake from her dimension, his actions puzzled her, he did many odd things that seemed only to benefit him. Like digging through his grave, how did he know there was a bounty hidden inside, and the trap, he started to prepare it, before he should have even known about the nearby monster it was required for.

"How odd, every action he takes is with a purpose, precognizant of the outcome, is he a seer? A prophet?" she said to herself as she watched him collapse. Exhausted in his pit.

"Guess I can ask him myself."

She neatened up her one-piece leaf dress, straightened out her hair a little, she stood in a prim, proper pose.

A few moments passed before Drake was summoned to Quella's realm, he stepped out of a tornado of grey fog that seemed to form out of nothing.

"Oh shit, I'm back here," said Drake, a little surprised.

Her nose wrinkled and her eyes narrowed a little she confirmed to herself, definitely not a seer.

"Welcome back, sir Drake, you are most gladly received in my realm," announced Quella.

"Nice to meet you too, miss Quella," he replied, and she questioned him. "Sir Drake, I have a small question if you don't mind," puzzled he said, "Sure, no problem, what do you want to know."

her eyes shined with curiosity, "You do many things that, forgive me for saying so, are quite odd."

"ahh, what do you mean by that," he asked, realizing she had been watching him. "To choose one out of many. The monster your planning to vanquish, how came about the knowledge of it, that set you to collect the bones beforehand."

Drake was stumped. How was he supposed to go about telling an ancient little girl, that her worlds past, present, and future were all documented? And in the form of a video game?

While he tried to think of a way to explain to her, she hit him with a flurry of rapid-fire questions.

"Is it some unmentionable secret, a power given to you by your god, inborn, or something you acquired in a world before this?"

Quella's proper pose had all but vanished, she was nearly jumping in an insatiable curiosity, little fists bundled under her chin.

"Nothing like that miss Quella, it's just.... kinda hard to explain, do you know what a game is?"

She nodded her head repeatedly, "yes, yes. It's when 2 or more parties compete under a set of predetermined rules. Go on, go on."

"Yes, well... Ummm... in my world this world is... umm.. one of the... umm.... errr...."

"Sir Drake, if you would allow me to look a little into your memory, and if you push forth what you wish to convey, it will allow me to see it."

She didn't even wait for a reply before she leaped forward and slapped her palm of his forehead.

Images of his world flashed by, Drake quickly focused on the Dark Souls games he had played and the concepts needed for Quella to understand what it all meant.

A moment passed, and she stumbled back, before falling on her behind.

"Stupendous, oh just brilliant that was not at all what I was expecting, what an absolutely bizarre world you come from, sir Drake. Oh but, how weird, exactly how did it come about that the people of your world have knowledge of mine, including its future."

"Morpheus, the god of dreams for my world, said that the dream energy from other worlds is seeping into ours and that it's no longer completely under his control."

"Time variated dream energy, no that can't be....., it couldn't possibly be, oh no, this is terrible."

Quella looked over at Drake, an expression of pure terror was painted across her face, Drake seeing this stared panicking, what the hell could scare a god.

"Wha... what is it?" Drake said, stuttering.

"Oh Drake, it's just terrible, I figured it out. Your world is in so much more danger than you or your god realize... you've managed to piss off a spacetime god!" Quella said, dropping all of her decorum and flowery speech.

Damm it, not another problem Drake thought to himself feeling overwhelmed by his accumulating list.

"Us Dream gods exist in a special plane incorporeal, detached and only a chosen few can reach us here, gods who we share a pantheon with, our chosen champions dubbed dreamers and on occasion certain special children have been known to wander in."

Quella told Drake, trying to fill in some of the gaps in his knowledge.

"What are you trying to say?" Drake said before Quella hastily replied.

"That, not even spacetime gods can breach into our territory, but if you're a particularly powerful spacetime god, you can push forth the timelines of multiple worlds. Crash countless millenniums of dream energy at a world all at once, forcing its collapse and routing out its dream god."

Drake remembered what Quella had said before, that a spacetime god would not even consider him a candidate for help, he was too weak to be of even a modicum of use to one and now he had one for an enemy.

"Drake you cant linger long in this world, a few days at most, he whomever he is, will send one of his champions after you, and once the champion locks onto where you are it will come for you. In your current state, I'm afraid you don't stand a chance against even the weakest of a spacetime god's champions."

Quella let out a defeated sigh.

"You're lucky in a way, the god will be occupied with his machinations against the one named Morpheus effectively sealing himself out of time until natural law corrects his alterations."

"This is lucky?" Drake said in disbelief.

"Yes it is, the alternative would be your instant death at his hands. Sir Drake, you must kill the beast and the gatekeeper and then move on, avoid the champion until you have strength enough to strike back, this is your only chance."