Tyle Sands -- page 4635

The Crown of Tyle Sands

This time the flashback is of a stream, a willow tree, and warm sunlight; it's an idyllic place, but the memory is accompanied with great pain, as though you're homesick for that place, whatever it is. And you can suddenly remember something else, too: A crown, beautiful jewels encrusting shiny gold spikes, lost while power-hungry warriors fought over the chance to rule a mist-hidden kingdom. "Is that true?" you ask the dog, who wags his tail happily. "I think I can remember a place... called Tyle Sands..."