Alvira followed Celris to the couch, listening to her speak.  Crane was indeed a good man, as Alvira knew him.  Perhaps one day she would see him again, if she was lucky.<br/>"Yes, dear, he was a man of his word for sure."<br/>"Will we know what it is we're supposed to do after this?"<br/>Alvira paused, formulating an answer in her head.<br/>"You will definitely know you have to do something.What that something is, however... "<br/>Alvira smiled warmly, her eyes taking in every line and pattern on Celris' young face.<br/>"You are going to have to find it yourself."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">Celris' World.<br/><br/>  You awake in a shallow pool, with crystal clear waters.  Koi swim peacefully around your legs, and every so often one will nip at your feet in an affectionate manner.  Upon further examination, you find yourself in a forest of lush foliage, with trees surrounding you on all sides. In front of you here is a single stone path.  In the distance, you can see Aluhar, and all of it's glory.  The sheer excitement of it all seems t ocome back to you yet something feels... amiss.<br/>Behind you there is another path.  This path leads back to the desert from which you came, and in this direction you can make out the campfires of your hometown, the sound of pups laughing gaily in the wind.  Every time you look at your reflection, you see not yourself, but Kith staringgravely back at you.  The air is suddenly colder now, Aluhar seeming less beautiful than before.  The path is one oyu have to take yourself.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000BF"> Ozbourne's World<br/><br/>  As you walk along the stone path, you soon find that each step feels as if you are carrying a thousand weights on your back.  With each simple movement, you feel extreme exhaustion.  Whats more, the whispers have intensified, and each one seems to say your name clearly now, with both distaste and hatred.  In front of you, a wisp begins to form, a shaky image of some other being.  Although you can barely make out it's features, it beckons you to follow it down a separate path.  This path cuts off from your chosen route, but is covered with lush grass and vibrant daisies.  The sound of laughing children drifts softly upward.  The closer you are to the path, the less intense the whispers become.  Do you avert from your course?  Or do you continue?</span>