You feel a sudden sense of motion and a wave of nausea washes over you, overwhelming your senses. 
As it passes the first sensation you feel is a cold, drizzly rain landing on your exposed skin, 
followed by the scent of morning dew, and then the sudden chill of a gust of cold wind biting 
through your clothes. Your vision clears and you see a small walled graveyard stretching out 
ahead of you. The sky is heavily overcast and the trees in the graveyard clearly show it is late 
autumn. You look down at the tombstone in front of you. It is starting to show signs of wear 
from exposure to the elements, though the word engraved into it still can be clearly read. Just 
one word, 'Rain'.

A slight sound behind you alerts you to the presence of another. Shifting impatiently, they speak, 
a deep male voice that you do not recognise.

'Bladesinger Helyanwe, it is time.'

As you turn to face him, you feel a flash of nausea and you are back in the real world.