She found herself standing in front of a path, bordered on either side by towering mountains. Her instinct told her to walk forward, and so she did exactly that, though she was unsure where it would take her.<br/><br/>The images raced through her mind like a tempest; pictures of a ruined forest, burnt to a crisp, pervaded her every thought. She walked through this desolate wasteland, filled to the brim with overwhelming despair, her only guiding light being a soft, green glow that seemed to get no closer, regardless of the ever continuous movement of her weary feet; despite this, it almost felt as if she were being guided, an invisible tether pulling her along towards her destination. And so it was that she walked.. and walked.. with no clear recollection of how she even got to this place, though it mattered not to her. All that mattered was reaching the light; the light that seemed to flicker and twist, distorting itself almost as if feeling the pain of the world around it, the land that had been torn asunder.<br/><br/>It was a sudden movement, not unlike the flicker of the light she sought, which found her almost face to face with it; and indeed, it seemed as though it might have even had a face of its own, at one time. She greeted it with a gasp, trying to will her feet to step away. The motion never came, though for her it was unclear whether this was due to her aching feet, or some otherworldly force she could not see. She glanced around before her attention was drawn by the light; they seemed to be by a spring, with the dead husk of a gargantuan tree laying defeated nearby. It seemed that not even the forest's mightiest guardians were able to stand against the force that ravaged them. Her observation complete, she stared into the light, unable to do much of anything else..<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF80">Origin, why..? Why have you abandoned us?!</span></span><br/><br/><br/>Larea shot up in bed, her body covered in a cold sweat. The words and images replayed through her mind over and over, ringing with a similar intensity to those she heard at the lake. Her fingers immediately moved to clutch at her forehead, her eyes shutting themselves tight as she bit her lower lip. She was unsure whether it was her half-asleep state dulling the ache, or if she was growing accustomed to it, but it wasn't quite as debilitating as it had been before. It did not take long before it started to die down, and her senses returned to her; her ears perked at the muffled sound of movement accompanied by a voice she couldn't make out, and opened her eyes to look at them, half expecting something horrifying.<br/><br/>She was relieved to find it was only Zel, although by his expression it was clear he had seen her in pain. She blinked a few times to clear the remnants of blurriness from her eyes, and looked at him for a moment, unsure of exactly how to respond as she had not actually understood his words. As her control came back, she leaned over to the side table that held her writing tools, and brought them to her lap. She held the pen hovering unsteadily over the paper for what felt like an eternity, trying to gather her thoughts and steady her hand before writing. With a deep breath, she began.<br/><br/>"I had a dream.. It all felt so real, so vivid, that I hesitate to even call it such. I was walking through a burnt forest, trying to reach a bright, green light. It was surrounded by a spring, and there was an incredibly large tree nearby, though it was destroyed. The light seemed almost sentient, the way it flickered and danced. I swear I saw something more inside of it. I heard a voice, too.. It called me Origin, just like the one at the lake." She hesitated for a moment, before writing again; "I don't think it was so much a dream at it was a cry for help.. though from whom I can't begin to imagine."