A lost soul...

Fitfully she slept in the dusty room in Felwood, she had travelled there a few days earlier with her close friend Dispair, although she was yet to arise from a deep slumber that took hold whilst she was within the aging inn.

She dreamt… of the woods, of creatures within the woods that she could not see, but knew were there, of a darkness and within there a complete sadness, and heaviness.

…and still she slept.

Dispair watched patiently over her, smiling…. The mother would be proud...

As Dispair watched over Emanee staring at her peaceful face, she felt a great warm feeling inside.
"Hmmm..." she thought to herself. "W-whats going on... this... feeling... i've...never...."
Turning sharply away Dispair stared off into the distant sunset her heart feeling heavy..

What is this... mother...