Prophecy!

Sandstar lay, asleep in his nest. He dreamed he was walking through a dark forest, but the treebark seemed to be sparkling with the essence of stars. A voice spoke to him, saying, "The brave feather shall fly through the falling rain during a dark winter storm, with the guidence of a bright light and the bengal one, under the watchful eyes of the ice shard." He woke with a start, panting in his small hallow.