A sweet melody reached Dean’s ears as he entered a large garden. As he looked around, flowers of all kinds surrounded him, save for a single path that led up a hill. He walked up the path and the top of the hill came into view. At the top, he saw a woman sitting on a large stone. She sat there with a lyre, her hair, a mix of darkish green and lighter green, flowed along with the melody. As he continued walking up the path, he could hear her humming to the melody. He reached the top of the hill and saw that the flowers around her were more radiant than the ones further down the hill. He stood there for a minute and the music began to fade. The woman set her lyre down and looked up at him. Her long, wavy hair moved in front of her eye and she pushed it back behind her shoulder. She smiled and asked, "So you got my message?"
"I doubt I would be here if I didn't. This place is very well hidden. Without a guide, I doubt that anyone would find this place easily." Dean replied. The woma