El’Zeath awoke in her den to complete shock and surprise. The dream that just occurred…she was completely overwhelmed by it. The wolf was completely unaware of these dreams and what they meant. Hotep did not have the time yet to explain such happenings, and El’Zeath didn’t even know if this was just a personal dream just for her.

Find…runes? To save this world? What did this flame and Hotep bring her into?

El’Zeath cannot breathe in the den. The foreboding woman scrambles out, taking a deep breath as she finally sees the sky and the gentle sunrise.

Nothing is familiar here. New trees. New grass. New sky.

No powers. No mountain that she remembers so vividly. No eyes of amethyst looking back at her…these eyes, whose name she cannot remember anymore…

Yet Druid’s Rise held somewhat a familiar feeling despite being so unfamiliar. How can one feel so split? Her memory of her own field flashed before her eyes, but it was like a fly zooming by, unable to be caught.

El’Zeath sits in the snow-touched grass restlessly, orange eyes staring at the rising sun, completely lost and disassociated. What did this all mean? How does she find these runes, was that even real? She huffed, shifting her weight. She had hoped this journey would help her get her bearings in this new world…but she felt more confused and lost than ever.

At least the sunrise was a comfort found in any world.