Zebulun found himself back in the verdant valley. The air was cold. The great oak sat barren of leaves. Zebulun walked up the ruined staircase.
The stars of the winter triangle bounded the barren oak. As he stared into the center, a voice came from the stars, through the tree, and into his heart.
"I am Ur. You have gathered all the allies you need. You have defended the eastern wood from the dragons. You have done well."
"You will spread the word to the people, near and far: come to the capital city of Azulan on the eve of the new year. Come to witness a miracle. Come to experience the birth of a new kingdom and era."
"You will lead your people there to witness."
Zebulun bowed. "I will do as you command."