Michelle wakes up where she fell asleep: in a small clearing in the forests of Cormanthor. Though she might usually be one to reside in actual cities, this was a bit of an exception, as she had spent the night with her lover, a nymph by the name of Rhapsody Seiruu. With vines tangled around her legs, leaves pressing into her back, and the fey lying atop of her, snuggled up and dozing peacefully, she feels a moment of tranquility, as though everything were, just for one brief moment, right with the world - and with her soul.<br/><br/>But then she starts to hear the wailing, the eerie supernatural sound of a malevolent force, and one that is far too near. It wasn't even coming from the direction of Myth Drannor. Indeed, it was from the opposite direction, where not long ago, everything was fine there, the worst trouble ever being a few kobolds or drow.<br/><br/>Rhapsody shivers in her sleep, before waking up, her pale, silky hair brushing gently over Michelle's breasts.<br/><br/>"What's happening, love? Something seems wrong with the forests."