A field of flowers. The wind smells of lilacs and rain. Beyond the field is a great tree. Larger than any tree you have ever seen before in your life. It’s pale white trunk rises ghostlike above you, branches as far as your eyes can see. Its leaves are a deep red hue, shimmering in the breeze. Clouds of lightning bugs illuminate patches of the leaves at irregular intervals, like stars coming in and out of view. You think that this must be Yggdrasil, the World Tree, the greatest of the Elder Trees. It is said that this tree holds the planes together, binding the universe.
You see a familiar form in front of you, an elven woman. Her long green robes merge into the mossy ground. Her arms are spread wide. Smiling. Welcoming. But there is something behind her smile. Pain? Sadness? You are not sure.
The hosts of darkness stir. The borders are being tested. I fear that something is coming. I cannot see it. All I can see are bones. Eons and Eons of bones. These bones do not rest. But something obscures my vision. A great power. Something wishes upset the balance of life and death.
She pauses. Plucks a flower from her dress and holds it up. Life is beautiful in its time. Slowly, you see the flower begin to wilt, petals dropping and floating softly to the ground. Death completes the circle. This circle is not one that should ever be broken. Her hand passes by the drooping stem, and the flower bursts into bloom again. A different flower, but just as vibrant as their first. She holds out the flower to you.
Be on your guard Alaric. The servant precedes the master.