Hex lay resting, comfortably in the bed. Darkness had set in, and seemed to press her down, covering her like a blanket. Her rest was not dreamless, however. The events playing out in her mind were rather chaotic, not quite as lucid as she had hoped.

"[b]Just need to get out.. just gotta get out.[/b]"

I pushed through the flaming rubble, coughing raucously, the flames licking my wings and body. Fire had completely engulfed our house that night, and screams rung out throughout the air, drowned out by the flickering and the crackling. I coughed again, nearly tripping over an ashy support pillar [i]I'm going to die.[/i] I realized, as I gave another cough. I could feel the ash settling into my skin. I inhaled another shaky breath of smoke before coughing once again. My lungs felt restricted, like they were coated in ash, like they were on fire. I slowly climbed through the flaming wood. The pain was intense. I felt like I was about to die every step I took. However, I made it to the charred rubble of [i]her[/i] room. If I could just get her out, everything would be alright. Everything would be fine. It wouldn't matter if I died, she still had years and years ahead of her. I stumbled into her room, to see she was still sleeping, hanging upside down on a quickly burning wooden beam. I shook her awake.

"[b]Fern, time to go. We need to get out.[/b]" I whispered, my throat to weak to speak loudly. It sounded odd in my ears. "[b]We need to get out now.[/b]"

I gave a glance toward mom and dad's room. Could they make it out..? I hugged Fern tightly, hiding her under one wing. The air seemed to distort before me, shimmering, which I imagine was due to the growing heat. I was sweating buckets, drenched in my own sticky sweat. "Stark..?" Fern whispered, trying to push through my wing. "[b]Just stay under there, and try not to breathe too much.[/b]" I coughed out once again. I slowly stumbled to their room, but just as I was about to walk in, a flaming support beam crashed down before me, barring off the entrance. "[b]NO![/b]" I tried to yell! but my voice was too weak. I scratched at the door, as more flaming pillars and beams crashed around me. [b]No..[/b]" The white hot fire was all around, getting closer.. it was too close.. I was going to..

Hex awoke, suddenly rising. She seemed to be drenched in sweat, like the dream. "Ugh." She mumbled, rising up out of the hot blankets. "Bad dream." She fluttered off, out of the bed. "Really bad dream."