True Self Connection

During the Urthak War, in the deep dark forest of Alfheim, a young fairy opens her eyes. She stares up into the blue eyes of her mother who stares back down at her, she smiles. She is the third born to her mother that day, her two sisters have also come into the realm of Alfheim. Her mother smiles and then speaks 'Mieraki, your name will be Mieraki. Daughter born under the silver moons.' Mieraki smiles up at her mother, Aeveron stands at her side. 'They are beautiful, all of them, and I welcome them into this world as sisters.' Aeveron then tells Mieraki's mother 'You should rest now, we must move soon. For I fear that the wicked King Yserah's armies are close, they will come through this forest.' Mieraki's mother then looks down at her 'Must this war continue? Must such slaughter proceed onward? And for you my children to be born into a time of bloodshed and such cruelty. Oh Aeveron, how I wish for things to return to the way they were. When all

There is the crackle of thunder and lightning, it shakes the ground. Within this realm, a Nutarian mother surrounds her eggs and pulls them in close to protect them. There are shrieks of terror, as though a battle is going on around the realm and the mountain that she dwells within. The Nutarian mother pulls her eggs in tighter, protecting her unborn young. The Nutarian mother says 'Be still my children.' She is a serpent with a dragon-like appearance, with large silvery-white feathered wings and deep blue skin. Her eyes glow a bright yellow. She speaks to her unborn 'Do not fear my little ones. We are safe within here.' Far across Nutariah, there are fierce battles raging, beings that came here before are being hunted down. The mother remembers such times, a strange faceless being came with many and began to hunt her kind for the power that lays within their hides, their skin, to be used as armor and other such things. This strange faceless being of malice and cruelty.

Asherah wakes up alone in a dark cell with a chain wrapped around her ankle. She notices and tugs on the chain with both hands and tries to pry it free with no success. She catches her breath after her efforts with the chain. She looks around the dark empty cell. There are strange engravings on the wall as if others have been here before, prisoners from long ago. Asherah's mind drifts back to Manubre and the Norak. She cries and says 'Oh my friends, what you have sacrificed for me and I have failed. Here I am imprisoned by our enemies and who knows what they will do to me. I wish I could see you both again, I'm sorry.' She places her face in her hands 'I'm so sorry.' She hears shuffling coming from the darkest part of the cell. A voice says 'Do not cry sweet one.' Asherah jumps to her feet 'Who's there? Who are you? Show yourself!' She then hears a hiss and what sounds like slithering across the floor. 'Do not worry yourself beautiful

Asherah, Manubre, and the Norak pass through a rift. When they come out the other side Asherah drops to her knees. The energy is overwhelming to her. The Norak goes to her side and helps her back up 'What is it Asherah?' Manubre says 'She is feeling the overwhelming energy of suffering here in the borderlands, for she is not a Myrrdonite like I am. Here...' He places his hand down upon Asherah's head. A strange dark energy surrounds her. For a moment she feels a tingle inside her, then she feels a burst of energy run through her that rejuvenates and revives her. The Norak helps her back to her feet. Manubre says 'There, how do you feel now?' Asherah replies 'Much better, thank you. But what was that?' Manubre responds 'It is something that I have been saving for a long time for such an occasion.' Manubre then reaches around his neck, he takes off a necklace with a strange object attached to it. This strange object is familiar to Asherah. It i