Mirelah;
The cloud soon reaches me, and I stand frozen as white fog covers the entire lawn. My breath gets stuck in my throat when the fog before me forms a massive, serpentine creature with features I can not quite make out.
It looks like a dragon. A massive, wingless one…
_I have waited long for your visit, Nyzvara._
A voice that sounds like rumbling thunder and a thousand waterfalls says, and I instinctively fall to my knees.
_What is it you seek of me tonight, Daughter?_
The question is straightforward. Very clear and direct. But still… somehow, I'm conflicted.
What do I ask for?
Ability to find my destiny? To remember all I've forgotten? To figure out why I must be here?