You don't know why but you trust her. You let go of your cold dark
purple colored fear and you let her guide you. All the chaotic images,
the blurred pictures, are now in focus. "What is all of this?" you
"It is our last stronghold--our only refuge from the Belvu. We
were told millenium ago you would be coming and that he would preceed you.
You are the Selun."
You're not sure you believe. You ask her another question.