Dragonfly (Brave/HTTYD)

Chapter Eight// Home Sweet Home

Chapter Eight// Home Sweet Home

Maria (P.O.V)

×I wish I could say things got easier. They didn't, not even the slightest. It took awhile to rebuild. Even with the help of dragons. I helped organize everything with my father. He who had swollen eyes for weeks.

I ran out of tears. All I could do was try and push the thoughts away. The ones of my dead little sister. Her body was never found. Which hurt worse when we pushed an empty boat out into the water.

I remember that day. Every detail, every smell. It was horrible.  I could still feel the arrow between my fingers. Watching as my parents lit the tips of the arrows. Never had I seen my mothers fingers tremble so bad.

She pulled back the string so delicately. Her tears sparkling in the orange light. My father seemed like a empty shell in the moment. An as Aunt Elinor spoke along with Aunt Valka about our lose I held a sob.

An I remember the burning feeling in my chest, I couldn't breath. Henry stood by me struggling to set up his arrow in his bow. He was shaking his breath was heavy and his tears blurred his vision.

I reached over to help him. We both felt sorrow not just are owns but each other. I guess you can call it a twin thing. Our parents arrows launched first and my mother sunk to the ground instantly.

The rest of our arrows followed mine barley hitting the boat. An I fell into Henry. As my father sat on his knees pulling my mother into his arms. His face buried into her curls.

An we all watched as the empty boat burned. That was weeks ago. An the pain hadn't even wavered. My little sister was gone. An I couldn't accept it. Sometimes I expect to see her stumble down the steps and complain to me how Toothless stomping on the roof woke her again.

She say I should do something about it. An I would just laugh and tell her to tell him herself. Toothless was the only Dragon I think that did like her at least alittle. I smiled slightly at the memory of when we were children and Dragonfly had got burned by crawling to close to Toothless as he burned the ground before laying on it.

The brown hair girl wailed and Toothless wrapped his wings around her until she stopped. Holding her until she fell asleep. She had the scar from it. On the side of her left thumb. It was small, and you could just barley see it. But it was there. I don't think she remembered that day. I did though. I remembered all sorts of things. An I think thats what I hated the most as the days past.

Sometimes I called for her to come to dinner only to realize she wasn't coming. It was like that for everyone. Henry still carved her things out of wood and go to show her. Only she wasn't here to accept them.

My father would always look at the door of the arena waiting for her to come in late. She was always supposed to help clean the sables and such. My mother I think was the only one who didn't forget she was gone.

I thought maybe she had moved on. But this was my mother and I know she would never move on. Some nights when I couldn't sleep I'd sit in front of Dragonflys bedroom door. And listen to my mother cry.

We had rebuilt out house exactly like it was. Even Dragonflys room. Sometimes I believe it would have been better for everyone if we wouldn't have. Whatever was saved from the fire that was Dragonfly was set up in it.

Like it was all just waiting for her to walk through the door saying 'IM NOT DEAD!'

But she was dead.

An things would never be the way the used to be. How could fate be so curel? An as I felt the tears builded once more I pet Ray one last time before walking away from mine and Henrys dragons.