Dreams of Mother

The dream came sometime in midsummer, on a cool and pleasant night. You were walking along the streets of Mughamara with your mother as she held your hand. She walked you into the forest, but it seemed so much deeper and darker than before. The woods went on and on, the trees went higher and higher, but you did not feel fear. With your mother, you felt comfort, a warm and protecting hand guiding you deep into the heart of the unknown. After walking for what felt like years of your life, you arrived at a tree so large you couldn't believe it. Though you could not see them, you sensed the roots must go down for miles, that they may inhabit the core of the Earth itself. Your mother guided you to the tree, and told you "Now go, my strong young man. Show mother what you have accomplished."
You don't remember having the ax, but you drew it back and began chopping at the great tree. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, but finally in the center you found a staff. From it poured incredible power, a power you thought not possible. Holding it in your hands you realized this was what you had long been pushed to take for the one who guided you. This was your destiny.

When you awoke, it began to make sense. You finally had a clear goal of what on this Earth the force that guided your growth as a wizard demanded of you. The words left your mouth, "In the north. In the Elven Circle, in a great tree..."