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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color]   M Y R I A M O R   B E D   &   B R E A K F A S T 
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color]    C A E L A N ,  R O S A R I A ,  S O P H I E ,  N U A L L Á N ,  J O M A R I
T A G S :   [@Potter], [@13org], [@Alivefalling], [@princess], [@baraquiel]
[color=silver]E Q U I P M E N T :[/color]   W A T E R   F L A S K ,  W A Y F I N D E R ,  T R A N S M I S S I O N   B R A C E L E T
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	[color=silver]She was enjoying a nice stroll through the town's edge. Her limbs were freely hanging beneath her cloak, and the soft, padded dirt beneath her feet felt soft like feathers. For a brief moment, she pondered this sensation, since she was wearing her shoes. However, the thought fleetingly passed along its way as a distraction deteriorated her concentration. She was now in front of a tree, large like that of a jungle. Her hands could feel the bark's twists and grooves. It was apparent that she was now outside the kingdom, and the dirt felt distinctly different. She thought nothing of her shoes, at this moment. Although, something reminded her of her outfit, and yet, the thought no longer bothered her. For now, a rumbling in the forest echoed through her ears. 

	A monster. 

	And, it was coming quickly. 

	The stomping made it almost impossible for her to understand from which direction it was coming. She thought to run, but before she could make her trail towards safety, a large claw through wind over her head and caused her to fall to the ground. Aurora felt pains slither quickly through her palms. A thick dampness covered them. She swallowed, huddling her body inside itself. She was bleeding, and the rumbling was too terrorizing for her to move. The monster was right over her. Any second now, it would clutch her and devour her.

	A last thought told her to remain was silent as possible -- [i]Oh![/i] And the humans. She was supposed to protect them with her own life! But, how could she protect them if she could not even protect herself. 

	"Aurora!"

	The voice echoed through her mind. There was an ominous melody to it, as it surrounded her. The low tone sounded familiar, like the saving grace she had always known her entire childhood. It was the voice of her brother, Rowan. 

	Somehow, or another her body was moved to safety, but the screaming. She knew that screaming., It was the same screaming the group had heard just the other day echoed through the forest. It echoed through her mind. It was her brother's screaming, now, echoing around the trees and carrying through the air as the monster tore through his body. 

	Aurora was about to let out a scream, but a soft voice cradled her awake.

	The voice was Princess Rosaria.

	The advisor let out a sigh. It was soft, inaudible. Her shoulders relaxed. She would have time along the journey to contemplate her dream, but right now, most thankfully, she had a mission to cherish and nurture. There was no time to feel the sorrows and terrors of her brother's death linger alongside her. Her father told her to always be weary of dreams. They were helpers at best and tricksters, misleaders at worst. Falling prey to a dream has lead many elves astray. Still, she found it necessary to contemplate the dream further, even if now was not the time. If not for the time at which it was present, at least for the love of her dearest older brother.

	[color=white]"It smells beautiful in Myriamor,"[/color] the light elf noted gently. The openness gave the air a freeing scent, and although she could not enjoy the aesthetic splendor that she had read and learned much about, she discovered quite quickly her other senses were able to admire the generous fashion of the land.[/color]