{0} Shadows of Alba

{2} The Dream

Ebony flew off keeping a steady pace yet slowly gaining speed, before she knew it she was flying just below her limit. At this rate she would be exhausted and she attempted to slow down but kept speeding up. Instead she flew as fast as she could avoiding trees until she was too tired to carry on. She found a small empty den and sat in it, the cool mist covering her and entering the skull she wore. The only thing that was visible was her dark red eyes, the gem, her mouth and possibly her wing membrane. She closed her eyelids yet the glowing could still be seen. "No hatchlings, just peace." She thought and sighed while adjusting her position to be more relaxed. The mist creeped slowly under her scales cooling her and the area around her. No thought pestered her mind. A loud sound was heard and the Ice Dragon woke up. She saw a vision, not a dream. Recalling the vision by closing her eyes instead the loud sound was heard again and it showed dead grass. Dead grass... Why dead grass? Then all of a sudden a tree fell and it was dying, withering away. Soon another, and another, and another until the forest fell. She gazed around and saw a dragon. "Amelia!" said a faint whisper. "Why look so shocked?" said Amelia. "You traitor!" said another dragon that the Ice Dragon couldn't see. Everyone seemed to be panicking as things died around Amelia. "Ebony, don't! Why!" said a Moon dragon. A loud scream of pain filled the area. "Help me..." cried a weak voice. "I must maintain my role, I won't I can't..." said the same Moon dragon. The sky darkened once again. "You will all favor the storm... There is no doubt you will wish for an eternal storm." said Amelia in a withered and half-insane voice. "He won't return." "Help!" "Muahaha" "Why!" all muffled together. The Ice Dragon opened up her eyes and made a loud screech followed by a worried chirp from a nearby hatchling.