When Waverly fell into her dream, this time, she was in a distinct location. Surrounding her were several trees and when she looked down at her feet, she noticed she was standing in a body of water that reached her kneecaps. Waverly glimpsed to her right and saw a large rock surrounded by smaller ones in the corner of the river. The water crashed against her legs and the wind howled in a way that it resembled the sound of a wolf.
She took a step back and her leg brushed against the tall grass on the outer edges of the bank, and she recognized a patch of pink cherry blossoms that appeared off-purple in the grey sky.
Waverly brought her attention back towards the rocks where a silhouette now sat. It was tall, with long wavy hair, and from its torso wielded an elongated fin. Above it on a
