Dream of Amara.

You follow along the streets of a city you've never seen, filled with people of varying races that look tired and injured. Around them are skeletons wielding swords and bows. Though before any of them are taken out, they all suddenly stop dead in their tracks. They turn to see a blinding light from the road ahead. Through the beautiful and divine glow, you make out the shape of a woman walking forwards. Nobody seems to notice you, but that's because you aren't truly there are all despite being able to see. This is your dream, though here, it's melding with Amara's. You move closer to the figure and immediately recognize her, even if she looks quite different.

The light slowly fades, revealing the radiant Amara Tedrilui. All eyes are on her, and she emits a warm, comforting aura.

Her hair is even longer than usual and elaborately braided and decorated with flowers of different colours. Around her supple neck is the knot of a short, translucent, pale green cloak that reaches halfway down her back. Around her body is a sleeveless white and green dress coloured in a manner to resemble leaves around her chest, where it flows down her body to a pair of beautiful white heels. A cut is made all the way up one of her legs to her hip, showing of flashes of her slender leg as she walks. Golden bands adorn her wrists and a pendant hangs between her cleavage. In her hand, an **** version of her normal silver staff sits in her grip--covered in vibrant yellow gemstones with a sun resting on top. She truly resembles an elven goddess.

She raises up her hands, and a powerful explosion of holy power travels outwards to turn every undead in the area to ashes. When the spell is complete, she takes a deep breath--colour in her cheeks. She hides a shiver.

She's living her fantasy. I can't say anything, but I might be able to mess with things. This is both of our dreams after all. But what should I do? I need to get her to leave and come find me, so maybe I just need to disrupt what's going on and the fantasy will fade.

"Praise the gods. It's Lady Tedrilui," a man says as he stumbles to her feet to kiss her toes. "You've saved us all yet again."

"You are hurt," Amara says--voice echoing with power. She lowers her hand down to the man's head, and a warm glow covers his body. His injuries close and his stamina returns. "Mmm... Is that better?"

"Oh yes." He stands strong. "I feel even better than before!"

Suddenly you notice a vacant silhouette moving up beside her. She wraps her arm affectionately around its arm and says, "Please aid me in helping these kind folk, my love."

It leans its head against hers, bringing a warm smile to her face.