her shrine destroyed, her bones scattered, all she is is light. like a wisp she flies across the flood plain towards the stirring in the mist. there is a shimmer north of the city, a glimmer between the two rivers.
closer and closer, nearly touching, almost like an idea, it is but a flash before her eyes at first and then she recognises.
recognises you.
far have you come. do not fear, for my curse will not be laid on you as it was laid on algar. this is not yet the end of your journey. you have spent a long time travelling the realm of the false light. you turned away from the door that closed behind you.
they will forget you soon, like they have forgotten me. but in a thousand years time they will remember you.
you must go further now.
take up your sword.
it is time for battle.