Chronicle Pt. III
Gracefully soaring over the canopy, she descends into the familiar clearing she had visited countless times. The scent in the air had already betrayed the cruel truth of what she would find before her eyes could gaze upon the scene.
Death. Kindred death.
What the potent smell had masked was a scent she was familiar with for over a century. Amidst the soft, tall grass lay the body of her beloved. Her first companion, the one who completed her existence.
Her heart sang and collapsed.
Her words unheard by the one she loves.
Oh how deeply she longs for him.
He who illuminated her life with his flame and breathed life into her being.
Her once powerful song, now sorrowful and filled with tears.
Claimed by the loss of her beloved.
An everlasting will to fly.
And search for him.
She gazed up to the sky, the fire in her eyes burning with fury. Yet, there was nothing to accuse, no one to absolve her rage. She was alone, and would remain so.
Ye gods.
Have mercy.
And let those who seek
Find each other.
His body gave no hints as to what happened. No fractured wings, no bite marks nor gaping wounds from claws marred his body. Not even his horns bore more damage than she had known. Amidst the agony, blinding despair hit her. Was this hidden death still lurking? Had a new foe seized her domain? The forest lay silent around her.
A silence so deafening.
But leaving was not an option yet.
She did as she was taught, a ritual given alone.
A marking was made, a story was told.
The ground now sacred to her Kin,
A place to pay respect to ones who left.
Sun passed over the clearing.
One last look at her love, her life.
She soared, her ebony wings absorbing the final rays of the sun, cleaving through the clouds. Her roar echoed across the landscape, over mountain peaks and through winding valleys. Filled with the love she had lost, tears she had never shed and the sorrow of a dragoness at the end of her will to live.