Misery searches amid her tomes and legends, finding page after page of useless nothings. Until she chances across a single paragraph. A single clue as to who or what she was dealing with.
They called Her, Emerynth. The Emerald Soul. A mergence of one being to another. She hides herself Within until the Time of the Calling, or so it is said. What Her purpose, or Her existence is remains unsaid and unknown. It is only know that She IS. For generations beyond counting She has been known. Always hidden within some unsuspecting Being. Always changing forms, waiting for the Calling. Waiting.