Glowing blue lights zipped past her as she shot toward her home, a fierce ache blossoming in her heart as she traveled. And it irked her to no end. Why should this mere Overseer have such an effect upon her? How could she possibly have come to have feelings for To’en in such a short amount of time? His words echoed in her mind, Our hearts have known one another for time on end. Just as she neared Astral, a violent feeling seized Anistana. Evil…tremendous evil was afoot in Wilding Wood. She started to alter her course to investigate, when the thread to her realm snapped. Anistana was thrown from the now ruined thread. She slammed face down onto the forest soil, her mouth filling with dirt and leaves. At once her senses and her blue mist told her she was in her wood— And that a sword was slicing through the air toward her neck.
