A streak in the sky.

One night, just after the 0 hour passing into the new day. Anyone in the myth drannor proper looking up towards the moon could see a shadow and small spouts of fire flicker across the sky for a brief moment. Once the veil of night and twilight of stars hide the shadow a thunderous roar echoed and then all was silent once again. An odd thing however, Leaves fluttered down in a spiral pattern, seemingly multiple types of tree flowers tied together to make a basket and heli-copter leaf delivery system. They fluttered over the refugee camp and inside was just a note with one Phrase.

"Never give up your will to Tyrrants, Fight on wards for freedom"