The barrens dissipate around you like a fog. You awake in your chamber.
It has been many years indeed since you experienced a dream quite as real as this one.
You arise from your bed. A city of many riches proceeds beyond your window, lit by torchlight beneath the canopy of stars. Its streets are built like tunnels in the open air, halls and passages that curl over and through each other, stretching as far as the eye can see in every direction.
This is the ancient city of Vhyr, far beyond the borders of your realm, where you have lived in exile these twenty years. Seeing it again makes you feel instantly more awake, and your strange dream begins to fade like mist.
A dream so real that you find it hard to believe it was not a vision! But you well know that such a thing would be impossible: only a person with a destiny can catch a glimpse of the future, and you left yours behind twenty years ago.