Love of the True

The Crime of the Brother

The dragon sat perched on a rock cliff that overlooked a vast forest. With head tilted towards the sky, the dragon's silver eyes - signaling her gender - scanned the explosion of colors that stretched from the setting sun. One would think that her eyes were glazed over in awe and wonder at the remarkable shades that laid scattered overhead. Then again, one would also think her to be a statue unless they took notice in her rarely blinking eyes. At the moment, the dragoness couldn't care less what the sky looked like; her thoughts were far too troubled for that. All she wanted was the sun to set and for the day to end; however, she also dreaded it.

Rustling leaves from behind brought her pointed ears to a twitch, but she made no other acknowledgment towards the noise. She didn't need to look behind her nor sniff the air to know who was behind her. She knew her brother's sounds well enough.

Lumbering out from the woods behind her was a jade green dragon with head bowed and wings drooping. "Shy," the dragon whispered with a deep voice that was usually rich, but was instead raspy with sorrow, "I screwed up."

She didn't turn her head to face him, but kept her gaze trained on the sky. "I am well aware of your actions concerning today."

The young dragon jerked his head up in shock. "You knew? For how long?"

"Since before the sun rose. It has been a long day." Her voice was neither condemning nor comforting. It was only even.

The green dragon growled at her back. "Then why didn't you stop me? You could have stopped me from preventing further damage!"

Finally, his sister swung her head around to face him. Her eyes locked onto his golden eyes, and he felt himself shrink under her hard gaze. "Do you dare blame me, Dag? All that has happened today falls on you. I had no part of that." She hissed, letting her voice become cold.

Again, Dag bowed his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Shyra. You're right; it's all my fault." Shyra let out a humming sound before turning back to look at the sunset.

It was quiet between the two siblings. Neither knew what to say nor do. Dag took this moment to take a few more timid steps towards Shyra and observe his older sister. She was a remarkable dragoness, and everyone would agree. She was just as beautiful as her personality. Her scales were lavender with the tips being sterling silver, which marked her possibly being royalty. If that wasn't intriguing enough, the scales on her cheeks were white like the glittering snow that drizzled down during the cold months. No one knew what those white scales meant, but everyone realized that she was special. It was no secret she was their father's favorite. Why wouldn't she? She was perfect, after all.

Dag sighed as he scratched the dirt with his claw. "Shy, can you forgive me?"

"Of course I can." She answered. "Though I can't say that others will. Some might hold this against you till your dying day; maybe longer."

"I wish they would forgive me like you." He sighed wistfully. "Then everything would be better."