Mira weaved the last bits of grass together. Her nest was done! She gently scooped up the two sleeping youngsters and slipped them into the big soft nest. Mira walked over to the opening of the cave and flew out. It had started to rain and it was getting dark. She kept herself motivated to stay out. She was trying to find food for both Greely and Peck. Mira would just eat what ever is left.

She dove down and grabbed a black berry branch. She glided over a little creek. She gengerly slipped her claws in and snatched a little fish. With food for the kids, she headed back towards the little cave near the village.

Once she entered the tiny cavern, she placed the food on one side of the nest, then lied down on the other side of the nest. Slowly Mira drifted off to her dreams again. She drempt of fire and smoke. Of innocent animals dying because of the Phantom's War. She drempt of flying with her brother again. Of looking in his eyes and knowing that he would always be there for her. Saddest of all she drempt of her mother. Seeing her beautiful white feathers again made her very sad.

She awoke with the image of her mother in her head. She looked around. Peck had crawled under one wing and Greely squeezed under the other. Dozing off again, she hugged the children close to her warm, soft feathers.

Right before the dreams took over she heard a deep whisper.

The Alphas shall fall...

The darkness surrounded her, then the dreams began again.