If Staffall kept talking she would seriously combust. The other newborn who was also her adopted cousin kept blabbering on about how great a hunter he was, how he was an amazing flyer. To Amara he sounded like a dying bird. Constantly squawking over the pointless. She continued to pretend to pay attention. He was driving her insane.
"And then there was the time I ate 4 tiger moths in one night...I was so full I could barely fly after that...." Empty noise that was all that was in her head, pointless empty noise. She cleared her throat.
"Staffall much as I'm enjoying hearing of all your adventures I've got bugs to hunt" She took wing before he could respond. She shook her head trying to get the annoyance out of her head. A moth fluttered by, she snatched it, a swarm of mosquitoes buzzed she dived through them, gulping,mites, midges, and beetles roosting on leaves. She was starting to feel fat, even though she was the largest female in the colony, larger than some of the males, and the most skilled female hunter. They're was only so much she could stomach. The wind sent chills into her skin. Tomorrow they would be migrating, not that she was frightened about it she actually couldn't wait to prove herself, and most of all she would get to meet her father, Shade. She really hoped he wasn't like all the stupid males in her colony, always flirting. Gross. Her father was a legend, and she doubted he would treat her like daddy's little girl, he would have the common sense of a gentleman. She was almost nervous about meeting her father after all he was a hero, he'd fought against giant bats, got the sun back, traveled to the underworld...it was hard to believe he was her father. Bored with hunting she roosted on a nearby branch. She shivered as a cold breeze blew by before sighing. She heard rustling behind her and turned but it was just the leaves blowing in the wind. She felt something a high lifting and tugging at her chest, she had never felt it before but it engulfed her. Then as quickly as it came it left, tingling her with a buzz. Confused, she looked around then gave up. Flying back to the nursery roost, she could only wonder what had happened?

The next night she was even more confused as her mother sang her the sound map and the colony began it's annual migration. She flew silently beside her mother and her grandmother Ariel, still confused over what had happened. "Am I going insane?" she whispered quietly to herself. She also wondered if she had imagined the feeling, she had been tired. She shook her head, it had been real hadn't it? She decided she'd think about it later. The flight was easy for her part only a slight ache produced itself in her chest, she yawned loudly, roosting beside her mother and the colony in the trees, she had just finished feeding and grooming when she felt it again. It was stronger this time and lasted longer. She frowned and took flight maybe a bit of exploring would calm her down. She flew over a stream, dipping down to catch a drink. The ache grew less and less the farther she flew. She still didn't understand. Staffall swooped beside her and asked her what was wrong, the one thing about Staffall was that he was actually concerned about her. She looked to him before answering.
"I'm not sure...it feels like something is pulling me somewhere... I can't really explain it... it's like I'm needed....elsewhere...." Staffall nodded slowly.
"Maybe you're supposed to be looking for something?" He wondered.
"Maybe" she agreed as they flew side by side for a little while. Staffall then excused himself and headed back to where the colony was. Amara frowned to herself, "What am I supposed to do? For the love of Nocturna what is going on with me?"
" Amara " her mothers voice called into the wind, Amara swung back beating her wings forward looking for her mother, when a horrible noise filled the air and high pitched screeching, the sound of thunder and the falling of lumber,smoke filled her nostrils making her eyes water and the next thing she heard, was mournful screaming Trees were starting to fall everywhere. The silverwings were scattered.
"Mom! Ariel! Staffall! Somebody!!!" She called into the confusion.

However her shouts were lost between the sounds of trees falling. By the time she made it back to where the colony had been it was abandoned. Amara flew around franticly searching for her mother but as the sun started to rise and she grew tired she knew it was hopeless. She was alone. She looked at the land grimly. Earthquake. In her near exhaustion she found a large cave and roosted inside it she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep, praying that it was all a dream. When she woke her body pulsed with pain, and she felt unnaturally cold, dead almost. She took flight weaving through trees searching for her colony.
' MOM !" she yelled no answer instead all the animals scattered away and the birds took flight bolting away like they saw a zombie. Amara landed on a branch miles away from where she started. Okay, okay you lost the colony no one is helping you... what can you do? A flood of memories hit her and she nearly laughed with relief. The SOUND map she summoned it and her relief slowly turned too dread. It was a lot longer than she'd expected and there were parts she didn't understand she also had no landmarks around her. She knew it was south from tree haven but what direction was it from here? She wanted to scream, to curse to pour her eyes out in a flood of tears. She coughed lightly. "Stay strong...your father had it a lot worse...least there's no fear from owls or giant bats..." As the branch shook she gulped. Speak of the devil....Amara looked up and saw crawling along the branch a Vampyrum, lips pulled back too show his teeth, his eyes determined with hunger, but ... a sparkle of fear ; glittered in his black eyes. Amara spread her wings, ready too jump but that seemed like a symbol for him to attack and not only him. Three others. All diving down claws spread, wings flared, shoulders hunched, she knew that she could not out run them, or weave around them in time, instead she closed her eyes ready for the horrible agony awaiting her. Instead she heard an earsplitting scream of agony and she looked up, and saw a dark furred vampyrum jaws closed around her attackers head. Vampyrum fighting vampyrum? It didn't really surprise her, they were cannibalistic...what did surprise her was the dark furred vampyrum shouting at her to fly. She couldn't move though, her body felt frozen with fear as the two lighter colored and slightly smaller vampyrum were quickly...dealt with. The larger, dark furred giant bat had roosted a little ways off from her and it was obvious he was hurt, badly. He was bleeding from his chest, neck and wings where his opponents claws had ripped the fur off. She looked at his wings strangely, they were furred while her and all other bats she knew had fur-less membrane. It was strange. She was also wondering why he hadn't eaten her yet. She flexed her wings and choked back a cry, and cast a sonic eye over her right wing to see the wrist pulsing and aching. Twisted, perfect she was wounded, weak, lost, and a newborn, ever since being declared greatest hunter in the colony she never felt weak or helpless but now under the eye of a born predator she knew she was no match. She was a helpless newborn, naked and weak. Even though she had accepted her fate, she couldn't help but scuttle down the branch further, even though it was useless. The giant bat peered at her opening his mouth slightly , this was it her end she sucked in her last breath preparing for death.
" your wounded " the giant bat spoke clam, reasonable and for some odd reason she liked his voice it was like the soft deadly purr of a jungle cat. Her breath came out in a rush and she stuttered.
" W-why a-aren't you e-e-eating me ? " The giant bat smiled a small smile , cold and yet warm.
" I don't eat bats " She expected it to be a lie. Yeah right he didn't eat bats, but as the seconds ticked by, she knew for some reason he wasn't lying.
" Why ? " she breathed, he scowled.
"It's wrong, bats weren't meant to pray on bats."
"No offense but most of your kind doesn't agree." She told him.
"I'm well aware," he looked down to the bodies of the other vampyrum. "I apologize for frightening you earlier, it wasn't just you they were after." He spread his wing out slowly before folding them around himself again. A cold wind blew through the trees, Amara shivered shaking the branch. The giant bat turned to look at her, his emerald eyes meeting her sapphire. "You're shaking the branch" he told her.
"M...m...my apologizes...." She said between shivers. He looked at her carefully.
"how on earth do you tiny bats survive the cold during winter if you're freezing now?"
"We hibernate...and eat ourselves silly before we do."
"Then why are you still shivering?"
"Because I haven't been hunting as much..." she answered. "It doesn't matter to you...whatever your name is"
"Ares, Former prince of the Vampyrum spectrum...."
"It is still none of your business your former highness..." Ares laughed quietly.
"You don't get it, I know who you are but you have no idea who I am"
"And how would you know who I am?!"
"My father told me stories of you trickster northern bats, Your father is a Silverwing, Your mother is a Brightwing so you must be the daughter of Shade Silverwing." Amara pouted.
"Yes I am, your point?"
"Goth is my father"