All is dark at first.
She can hear her own breathing. She can feel a faint breeze. She attempts to move but her limbs do not respond. The breeze becomes a gentle wind, carrying the scent of earth and fresh rain. A shape begins to distinguish itself before her: tall, strong, ancient. She gazes on it and sees familiarity: braches reach up in to the sky and root dig deep within the land. There is a rush of wind and she closes her eyes.
When she opens them again, Amoran finds herself standing before the Oak Fort in the middle of a great field, surrounded by tall grasses and flowering pla