A Vision of Choices: Part 2

Using the plants as cover, you eventually arrive at the source of the voices: several figures clad in bright silver armor, and one in brown robes. The figures seem human in appearance, but with an unnerving glow emanating from their eyes. The language they speak sounds to you like strange violin music, but you are able to tell that the armored figures are delivering a message of sadness to the robed one. As they speak, the robed figure reaches out to touch a flowering bush near it, and as it does the bushes bloom changes from a subdued violet to a bright purple. The armored figures nod to each other and begin to leave, while the robed one stays facing away. Though you cannot understand their words, you feel an air of sadness permeate the room.

So powerful is the sadness that you fail to notice the creeping vines slowly wrapping around your feet. With a sudden snap, you are pulled backwards into something that resembles a crocodile and a thorn bush combined. Gnashing teeth and arm sized barbs rip into you instantly.