There really was nothing that Galahad could do in Temperance so his sojourn there was but a single night, a single night of restless sleep and dreams of misery and depression. The Kings magic was beginning to work its way into Galahads mind and he knew that he must make haste lest the dread that cloaked the land shroud his thoughts as well.

As Galahad prepared to leave the sad barmaid helped to prepare his provisions and gave him a tatted kerchief. Wrapped within the intricate kerchief was a simple cameo of a woman who bore a resemblance to Ionia. She explain that this was an engraving of her mother when she too was young and glad. However Ionia had never known her mother, for she had died in child birth, but her father had been careful to full Ionia with memories of her mother, all good memories and stories of glad times. Galahad accepted this and promised to return it to Ionia if he had the chance.

Galahad left Temperance and as he crested a hill could see the capitol city of the land in the far distance. The once beauty city of Skye was now a monument to darkness and nightmares and reflected this by being dark and dreary. But the city wall were still at least two days travel through the mighty forest that was truly its best defense.

Later that evening Galahad found a likely camping stop for the evening in an open glade. It seemed that this place was less affected by the malaise of King Morpheus and Galahad deemed it a fit place to rest. He gathered wood and prepared for the night.

After eating on the supplies he brought with him, for he did not trust anything that he may forage to be wholesome or edible, he set his sword to his side and closed his eyes to sleep if he could.

Dawn came suddenly and swiftly. The morning was bright and crisp and Galahad was looking forward to the final leg of his journey to the city of Skye. He policed his camp and buried the remains of two fine rabbits he had snared for dinner. Finally he packed his armor and sword and turned to the east to commence the trek.

There at the other end of the beautiful glade was another knight and his beloved. She was helping him with his armor and it was obvious that the two were in love. She was a happy soul, jesting with the proud knight as they two prepared to continue a journey. He was regal and the epitome of his kind, strong and chivalrous. Both were clad in the colors of Galahad own house, black and red, and the silver accents made them a sight to behold. They were somewhat familiar to Galahad, but he could not place them. They walked right past Galahad with barely any notice.

Galahad asked if they were bound for Skye, but they explained that they were bound for a better city under the new king called Psyche. The new city was a place of great prosperity where anyone could be content and find what they were looking for. Psyche offered the fulfillment of anyones needs should they but ask. They offered their companionship if he wished to join them. It had been a long time since Galahad had walked with anyone for the sake of simple enjoying their companionship. Galahad agreed.

The path before them was green with new growth grass and the trees glistened in ebony glory. The dew of the morning light glinted crimson and the black sparrows chirped off key in joyous refrains. The couple led Galahad along the path, she taking his right hand, the other knight to his left, his hand on Galahads shoulder.

Before long the three entered an expansive meadow. In the center were a set of ancient standing stones. The maiden and knight explained that the circle of stones was the portal to Psyche. With a laugh of delight they all dropped everything and into this ring they entered.