You follow the singing, enchanted, not realizing where you are heading. Suddenly, the sound is cut off and you find that you have walked into a swamp. You scream and find that you are sinking. The oozing mass of green tinted mud sucking you down into it's slimy  depths. 

    "Help! Some one!" You scream, feeling total panic wash over you in waves, you flail about vainly.

    "Traveler....do not be afraid!" The voice is clear and coldly commanding. As your face sinks beneath the surface and mud clouds your senses you instinctively reach upward blindly. You feel someone's strong, soft hand close around yours and quite suddenly you are upon the ground, streaked in slime and swamp mud.

      Looking up you find yourself confronted by a tall slim figure with the dark wings of an angel. She is sitting on a nearby rock wiping some of the slime from her hand. You realize who she is and immediately your throat closes up. Eerie dark eyes meet yours.

       Syra doesn't spare you a glace, she's preoccupied with something that has suddenly wiggled its way from underneath her leg. From your perspective it seems to be a tiny mass of blue fur that undulates from her knee and onto the ground in front of you. Upon closer inspection though, you find it has a head and face. 

      Reaching out to touch it you find that it's fur is silken soft and extremely light. However, as your hand comes in contact the creature lets out a startled 'shree!' and zips up Syra's leg and onto her shoulder where it sits, staring at you accusingly. Syra sighs, nods once at you, and then disappears in the forest. You're smart enough at least, not to follow her.

     There are many paths, some hard to see and some are more used. One is old and worn, used by many and it leads up to what appears to be a glade.  A second leads to some place unknown.