A/N: I really shouldn't be starting this fic… I always start them and never finish them… And what with school… Oh hell I'm starting it anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own star trek. I am not old enough to own star trek. I wish I did but I don't. End of story.
Preface
The war had lasted years. The elves of the mountain, violently passionate, slaughtering the peaceful and logical elves of the dessert. The humans were split between two sides, those who wanted to assist the dessert elves and those who wanted to keep out of it completely. Even with the humans' help, the dessert elves were soon deteriorating in numbers. Small groups would attempt to conceal themselves in the forest or even among the mountain elves, but they would be found and killed.
There were only two left now. A mother held her son, curled up beneath the roots a large tree. The forest was made up of these trees, their large trunks splitting into leaf covered arms that reached into the heavens, absorbing the sun's energy and continuing to grow, seeming almost immortal.
The Elvin woman had no time to contemplate nature, however. He was taking a break from running, trying to preserve her life and the life of the small child in her arms. Amazingly, even pressed up to her breast that rose and fell with her frantic breathing, he was sound asleep.
Sadly, to never wake.
She heard it. The sound of the mountain elves' scouts, calling to each other in their language, not too different from her own that she didn't know what they were saying. She knew her end had come.
Dessert elves had prided themselves on being logical beings, but that no longer mattered. The last of them were about to be snuffed out. Her logic had broken long ago, when she had watched her husband die. He clung to her child, sobs escaping her throat, whispering to the sleeping boy about how much she loved him, and wished that she could have watched him grow strong and wise like his father. She did not even look up when the scouts found her, drawing their bows back and-
Amanda sat up in her bed, woken by her dream. She blinked a few times and reached to rub the sleep out of her eyes when she realized she had been crying. She looked towards the doorway to her bedroom and saw both Sarek and her young son Spock standing in the doorway, concerned looks on both their faces, Sarek's far more controlled than the five year old Spock's.
She smiled, knowing that they must have been awake far before her and felt her distress through their respective bonds with her. "Mother? Are you alright?" Spock asked, holding himself back from running to her, only because his father was there.
"Yes Spock." She held her arms out to him, and after getting a nod of approval from his father, the child joined her on the bed, curling up in her embrace. Sarek sat next to them, although he did not join in their embrace. Usually he would frown upon Amanda being so physical with the child, seeing as she could not defend herself from Spock's still developing abilities, but decided that this time, even if it was illogical, perhaps it would be alright.
A/N: Not sure how I feel about how this came out… Amanda's dream will make sense in coming chapters… I hope anyways. Please tell me what you think!