The dirt crunches against her weight as she stops in front of a small tree in a now smoldering forest. Embers still faintly glowing and barely illuminating the darkness. She reached over and pulls the glove off her left hand and kneels down to the ground. She takes a deep breath and plunges her bare hand into the soil and lifts her head to the trees above. Her eyes turn black and visions furiously form in her mind. Fire, death, an army clad in black, and blood soaking into the ground. She gasps and tries to pull her hand free from the ground but, is unable as more visions appear even more furiously than before. She tried again, and again, and again, and finally her hand breaks free of the ground and she stumbles onto her back. Breathing heavily she scans the burnt trees. Without thought she speaks in a tone beneath a whisper "A'Alor Unn T'Aa Moourd'Ra" (Elven translation: "The forest is mourning)...

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