"The land of the Earlking."

The land on this side of the river was a far cry from the eerie gray forest of the wild fey. Rather than colors being faded and washed out, everything was overly vibrant and vivid. The trees were too green, the flowers screamingly colorful. Leaves glittered, razor sharp in the light, and petals flashed like jewels as they caught the sun. It was all very beautiful. Everything seemed...fake somehow, as if this was a fancy coating over reality, as if she wasnt looking at the real world at all.

She looked around and saw the scenery.
"This is prettier than the other side of the river..." She said looking around.

A vine reached up and snagged her foot.

That scared her a little bit, but now it wasn't something too surprising.
She tried to untangle her foot from the vine quickly.

She had landed on a bed of yellow flowers. They turned their tiny faces to her and screamed, filling the air with pollen. She found herself in a moonlit grove, the ground carpeted with flowers. Trees danced, rocks laughed at her, and tiny lights zipped through the air.

She quickly got up.
'Ok this can't be reality...' She thought to herself.

A strand of moonlight broke away from the trees and glided toward her. As it got closer, it shimmered and changed shape, sometimes resembling a deer, sometimes a goat or a pony. A horn of light grew from its head, as it regarded her with ancient golden eyes.

"Hello, Amelia Chase."

"Hello?" She stepped back as 'it' stepped forward.

The moonlight creature laughed softly, shaking its mane. "It is not your destiny to die here, princess." The creature snorted, swishing a lionlike tail. "Those of us who watch the sky have seen your coming for a long time, Amelia Chase. Catalysts always burn brightly, and your light shines unlike any Ive seen before. Now, the only question remaining is, what path will you take, and how will you choose to rule?"

"Rule? What do you mean?" She asked.