Start of Story: Day 1: October 16
Deep in the pitch black forest, there sits a Weeping Willow. Its branches sweep the ground, hiding precious cargo against its wide, warm trunk. A weeping, distraught, woman leans into the old tree's warm embrace. She is clad only in midnight blue jeans and a thin blouse. The moon filters through the limbs and glints off her exposed skin. She's so translucent the blood is visible in her veins. She is angelic in appearance and if one looked closely enough you would see her twirling a black feather in her fingers.
The one who appears before the distraught woman is ethereal in her own right. A black goddess dress with tattered edges, a purple corseted top, sweetheart neckline and black sash make her look as though she floats. She appeared out of the growing mist as if born from it.
"Do not weep my young one, for your time has not come to an end. You will wake up in another land. But do not fear for you will find peace there. Bado na Ennorath! (Go to Middle Earth!)"