A Flame of the Night Sky

The dream

   An egg lay in a patch of snow, when it began to shake... cracks began to form slowly until finally it hatched, and from that egg crawled a wyvern. Her scales were a pitch black that seemed to glow, but also hold a sense of depth, as though one could reach into them, tiny sparks, the stars themselves, lying within, she was born alone into a new world. Her eyes, a hazel tone with golden striations forming around her snakelike pupil, scanned over what was now a snowy forrest until stopping on a woman admiring her from a stump within the small clearing that were in, her hair was dark and somehow welcoming, the expression on her face was pure joy.
  "Welcome to the world Fex, my daughter.." She said beaming at the little creature as she stood up and beckoned for Fex to follow....
   Guinivere shot up out of her bed in a cold sweat, the chill air in her room only making it worse.
  "That damn dream again..." she pressed her palms to get face and let out a deep sigh. Her father, the chieftan, was probably "let's see if we can get out without waking dad up this time." she whispered to herself slipping on her furs and a pair of boots. She stealthily crept out of her room and through the longhouse, she opened the door quietly and stepped out into the snow.