She was having one of those dreams… where she knew she was dreaming.

Concordia's trees were unusually discombobulated, messed up . They hung down low, dramatically swayed closer and farther away, which uneven in size… Even as an odd, hazy light shone around the landscape, only the trees themselves represented Concordia’s reality. Felicity had to be careful, wading through the awkward forest as she gazed about. Usually, her dreams took her to relive previous traumas. For as strange and unsettling as this scenery was, it was a decent chance.

She stepped over a series of weeds, careful not to trip over the tangled tree roots.

Then – to her shock – the weeds extended. They wrapped around her four limbs, capturing her. Felicity instinctively cried out. For such small plants, they held her in place. Wrapping around her waist now, they threatened to drag her to the ground. Felicity, however, was not going down without a fight. Her adrenaline was exploding, fight or flight driving her every move. Yet, even as she struggled to get free, gravity itself seemed to be forcing her down. Eyes shook, wide in paranoia. Her skin pale, she screamed as she struggled in vain not to bend her knees. Soo enough, she was encased in weeds, all rooting her to the ground. Her entire body was encompassed in them. Even if she was immobile now, her entire being shrieked in panic and desire for escape.

As she kneeled, helpless, on the forest floor, she saw… was that a figure?

Through the dreamy, bizarre tree line, a person stood. Yet, he was unlike any sentient species she ever met on Althanas. In place of feet were the mighty talons of a predatory bird. Wings like an owl's protruded from his back, four of them. His silhouette glowed, his only visible feature being his illuminated white, long hair.

Felicity’s magical sense oddly behaved as if this were reality… he felt… powerful. Too powerful.

Unable to speak, as weeds barred her mouth from moving, she watched the figure intensely. Who, or what, was he?

”Felicity!” His voice simultaneously shouted and whispered.

He continued his cry.

”Beware! In Radansanth is danger! You could face death!”

What was this?

”Corone is changing, the world is changing, but you must survive!”

Was-was this some sort of omen?

”For all my power, I can only intervene so much in this moment. Time was run as it always have, as the Thayne of Time this is my duty.”

Wait, this guy was a Thayne?

Mist suddenly took over the forest her vision became determentially limited as she hung onto his voice. She felt the weight of the plants lifting…

”Beware! Beware the little one!”

She felt hazy, confused, as the dream faded out. She was soon to wake...