The day's end had come, the Darkness of night had settled in and the wind was still howling at the very late hour.

Saella couldn't sleep, her Mother and Twin, Naethan had long fallen asleep amongst the cold nights' darkness and howling gales. She pondered more about why she and her family weren't the same as the other villagers- They were accepted among them even with their strange looks. The villagers of Fyreon, all held Black and Brown tresses and Eyes of Green, Blue and Brown but not Grey never Grey.

Her pondering mind soon came to need its rest, her eyelids trying to slip over her Silver irises to let herself rest into the darkness.

Sleep had came for Saella and for once the blankness of her mind and dreams was filled of something.

Light. Light of fire and the Brazen heat of the Flames with screams of Soldiers and civilians profound and pained.

Ash poured into the sky from the wagons led on their sides incinerated. The wooden fixtures and buildings of the village were blackened and crumbling from the lick of the flames and cannon fire from the enemy. Her eyes drifted from the destroyed wagons to near her feet.

She didn't recognise the place. Bodies In Black and Green surrounded her, speared and cut down. Some were still squirming about, pleading for their death or help.

Her eyes darted from their bloodied forms and raised to the sky.

Boulders flying from their catapults, cannon balls from the heavy wheeled cannons and arrows non-stop soaring until they ended in their target.
A roar came through it, louder than all the chaos. It sounded right above the Charred village.

Silence came across the fields and Village, and the Surviving soldiers heads tilted up toward the sky.

A bronze beast came through the soot clouds, something of a species that Saella believed to be long dead. A dragon!

It's humongous legs crashed into the ground as it landed, letting off a roar louder than the cannon fire. The dragon swung its claws into the enemy swatting soldiers like flies and with hearing a shout, the Dragon's mouth opened. A redness from its throat emitted, until the light exited- Flames. Killing all of its enemies and destroying their weaponry in its path.  The dragon swung around burning all its foes.  Leaving the smell of burning flesh and shouts of horror aloud in the wake of the dragon's destruction.

With another Shout from the winged beast's back, Its' mouth closed and Down its side came a Man of Glistening Silver armour.
He spoke to the beast in a language, Saella did not understand, the man caressed the beast's head and With one word, it ascended back into the soot filled sky to fend off the last of its foes and left the Armoured man to check the damage dealt by his Winged Companion.

He reached for his helmet, lifting it off releasing the man's long and pale Blonde curls and Glowing golden eyes, his eyes trailed along the burnt bodies until they stared right at her.

"Lucera!" Yelled the golden eyed man.

And with that Saella awoke, being shaken by her brother, Naethan.

Her breath shaky and  far between, upon realising it all was a dream she relaxed, but a feeling of Deja- Vu was clear.

She knew this but why.

Wars ended 100s of years before her birth. So why did it feel so familiar?

This dream meant something, but What?
Saella had no idea.