Her dreams lately have been... strange.

She didn't ask permission to leave. She simply told Fiora and decided she had to follow the urge. She doesn't tell everyone where she's going these days. They wouldn't understand, not the way Fiora does. There has to be something found, an ancient artifact... Well, she'll believe that when she finds the runes. And yet, the water... There's something wrong about Elysium these days.

And she's going to save them all. All by herself if she has to.

Into the south she goes, her long legs carrying her quickly. But she doesn't even know where to really start looking. As the midday sun rises overhead and the soft spring breeze blows in her face, she looks down at the expanse of strange land below. How much of Mythris is there? What could she discover?

It's a world entirely hers for the taking. Suddenly, a lot of her dreams feel... too small. She should strive to do better, climb higher, be better...