When would these horrible dreams end? When would the wreckage of this world cease? For the longest time, Daiyu had thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. That perhaps these reoccurring nightmares held some deeper meaning. Perhaps pertaining to the loss of her homeland, her family, her pack… But as time progressed, it simply didn't stop. She had been teleported, guided to a moving island, the land went dark and cold and not it cracked and glowed with streaks of blue.

She wanted to go home. She didn't want to be in this dreadful place any longer! She missed her people, she missed the Lagoon! She cries out at the feet of the dream visitor, her face streaming with tears. Why wouldn't this end?? Would it ever end?

That is when she was given choice. A choice of three and as she looks into the second Portal, she notices the tree which was being attacked. She remembered the great, magical tree, as it was one of the first memorable things she had seen in this new world in arrival.

Oh-! A gasp and before she knows it she is running into the portal and towards the chaos of war. Pale, disfigured wolves from her dreams had come to life, now in their waking world. The wolves of Mythris now fight back, seeking to protect the magic of the sacred tree. Daiyu is by far any warrior, but the battle cry of the little pheonix Fen grasped her attention and the siren ran after her, taking to her side in aiding to tear one of these creatures apart.