The inferno screamed.
Long tendrils of licking flame threw themselves into the sky, roaring into the forest canopy as the flames wound higher and higher, an unending, deadly dance. Yet it wasnt just the fire. Chickens darted in all directions, calling out for loved ones and desperately charting their own escape through the consuming walls of flame. Heat rolled in waves, and the sky was suddenly hidden behind a veil of impeccable smoke.
In the middle of the blaze, Silvermist stood. Her yellow eyes took the scene in with an unbelieving gaze, turning on the spot, trying to focus. But all was chaos. The medicine den, the plants around the leaders rock, the dreaming oak . . . they were all blackened timber and ashes, a dark remnant of what had been.
A silent cry echoed in Silvermists throat as she stared, horrified, at the dying camp.
Then suddenly she was awake.
Heavy gasps tore through her chest as she opened her eyes. Cold beads of sweat dripped from the end of her beak, mingling with the dust below. With a painful sigh, she turned and propped herself up on her hocks, quavering slightly, but managing to stay upright. It had just been a dream, all a dream. Silvermist closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
It was just a dream.