Through the Emerald Forest

        **3rd person pov**     The crunch of leaves and twigs as someone moves quickly through the quite night. The moon is nearly full and just starting to crest the horizon.  The figure stumbles over the root of a tree nearly falling in the dark forest. The bundle stirring in her arms, the mystery figure coos at her baby while glancing quickly at the rising moon, she sighs heavily and continues quickly onward. As the mystery figure reaches a clear meadow, she stops dead in her tracks. Every hair on her body standing on edge, she feels eyes on her but she can not seem to find from where.     As the first snowflake fell, the mystery figure falls to her knees crying out in pain. The pain of losing a mate. As her tears fall softly, just like the snow, the moon crests the trees and the figures gasps and gazes around the meadow. Her eyes lock to a pair of glowing gold eyes, where they came from she wasn't sure but they held her gaze. She spoke, softly, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.     "Please, keep her safe." She broke the stare and looked down at the child still sleeping in her arms. She brushed the soft white hair from her forehead. She leans down and kisses the infants forehead, just as the full moon reaches its full peak and fills the meadow with bright white light, blinding the owner of the golden eyes forcing him to look away briefly from the figure in the meadow. After a moment the light fades, and the golden-eyed figure quickly looks to the meadow to discover it empty. The figure turns to leave when he hears a cry. The snow starts falling heavier, the cry of the infant grows louder. The cries seem to stir something within the golden-eyed creature, he slides out of the tree line and into the moonlit meadow.      The moonlight hits the gold-flecked black scales of the golden eyed dragon as he makes his way to the child. He can see her tiny lips turning blue in the cold as she cries. He glances around the meadow looking for the woman that was there moments ago and finds nothing, not even a scent. He curls his body around the small child, letting the warmth of his internal fire warm the area around the child, he unfurls his wing to cover his head and the infant to protect them both from the unusual blizzard. The infant calms as the dragon's wing creates a tent like surrounding, concerned at her sudden silence, the dragon peers at the infant to find her smiling and gazing back at him with violet eyes. After several minutes, the child yawns and drifts to sleep. The dragon lays guarding his tiny charge waiting, thinking what he should do next, when suddenly in the distance a loud howl pierces the quite night.     The snow had stopped falling.