Blackness swept over Arwyn's vision and unconsciousness enveloped his mind. As an unknow amount of time went by he began to see flickering images that came in and out of his vision as soon as he had time to register that they were there. As more time passed the images sped up and started to create a single scene that replayed itself over and over again. In this scene Arwyn observed three women kneeling and weeping with their heads in their hands at the base of an ancient looking well. Looking up he finds the most gnarled tree that he had ever seen sway to some unheard song and as it jerked to a stop two raven land upon its branches and took flight ripping the tree out from the ground almost destroying the well. The weeping women's wailing reached a point that the very light flickered with violence under their wails. Kneeling with his hands over his ears hopping that the wailing would stop Arwyn looked up as mist enveloped the three women. As the mist completely wrapped around the women their wailing came to a complete and sudden stop leaving the unnatural space eerily silent. 

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A silhouette of a person began to form above the well and seemed to be pointing to Arwyn, but at the moment the figures face started to form Arwyn was thrown back into unconsciousness and into the embrace of darkness. As Arwyn came back to consciousness he could only see blackness and felt his entire body restrained. Trying to move his fingers he felt the rough surface of stone and a sudden flash back to when he was on the battle field watching his men being slaughtered by the dozen by horrifying creatures that cared nothing for suffering. He had watched as men lay strewn about the hills with parts missing and their guts hanging out and in that moment of distraction he was hit with a ball of liquid stone that encased him. Shaking himself from the memories he began to think a way out of his stony prison.