Cammi was sitting in a golden field with red and cream carnations, creating a circlet of the silky grass and soft flowers. A gentle wind blew warm smells, the soft cooing of birds, and the gentle babble of the nearby brook. Once she was done with the circlet she put it on and began to wander aimlessly. She stopped at the edge of a forest that contained one of her many hideaways, when she felt a sharp tug from within. The tug drained her energy causing her to black out.