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Allysa stirred in her sleep, dreaming. She was walking in a dark land, dimly lit with blue light. Black skeletal trees surrounded her and on every branch, crows rustled their wings and stared at her, black eyes glowing purple in the light. Someone called her name in the distance. A familiar voice. She began to run toward the voice. "Bryn?  Bryn!"

He was there, in his Nightingale Armor, standing by a glowing well of light, the Ebonmere. She would have thrown herself into his arms, but he put up a hand to stop her. "Bryn?"

"I'm fine, Ally. Go back.  You got a second chance.  Don't waste it!"

Allysa sat up in bed, screaming. "Bryn!"