Dragonfighter

chapter 2

Kivara's P.o.V.

I was sitting together with Winxjour at the fireplace, staring into the flames. After we buried Yveeqwa, we went back to our hideout. It felt empty without Yveeqwa. I looked at his sleeping place and again there was only this consuming pain. He was dead because I haven't been fast enough, his death was my fault.

At least I was able to honour him and his sacrifice with a funeral. At the side of the battlefield I dug a grave, laid his body inside and buried him. Winxjour carried a stone to the grave and I burned Yveeqwa's name, the dates and his favourite-line into the stone. I would've loved to leave his sword there with him but that would be dumb. This is war and we will need every single weapon we can get.

Winxjour gave me a stick with some meat pierced on it: "You have to eat something, Kivara. He wouldn't want you to stop being yourself. You haven't spoken, eaten or rested in the last two days. You are just sitting there, staring at the fire or at his sleeping place. I miss him too, I understand what you are going through but you need to put those feelings aside, need to survive. Survive for him."

"For him? He is dead! Don't tell me you would know what I am going through! You have no idea! You can't even say his name! You knew him for only a few months!", tears were running down my cheeks again: "I spent my whole life with Yveeqwa. We grew up together, we learned together, we fought together, we survived together, there was not a single day we didn't spent together. He was everything I had. We saved each other so many times. But this time I was too slow, I was too weak. It is my fault, that he is dead. It was my duty to protect him. But I failed. So never even dare to tell me again you would know what I am going through!"

I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. Just because Winxjour was ignorant and impertinent doesn't mean he wasn't right. I need to keep it together and survive.

So, I took the plate from him and started to eat. At first my stomach growled but it got better the more I ate. After I finished my meal I looked at Winxjour. He had a new scar on his right arm, so used my magic to heal him. Even though he was a magician, he couldn't heal.

"In about three hours your wound will be gone.", I informed him.

"Thank you."

"We have to move on tomorrow. Our journey isn't finished. We may have won the battle but not the war. Our next stop will be 54 miles in the north-west. I'll take Yveeqwa's stuff.", with that I stood up and walked towards the empty place with all the weapons, his book, our picture and the little lion-figure I gave to him when he passed the killer-training we both went through. It felt awfully long ago. I fell to my knees and hold the little lion to my chest. Even though I didn't want to, I had to cry again.

Suddenly I felt Winxjour hugging me from behind: "I'm so sorry, Kivara.", he whispered so softly, I nearly missed it.

We stayed like that for a while. It felt surprisingly good to have him with me but I had something to do. I moved out of his hug and started packing Yveeqwa's things.

The next morning came and with the rising sun, we started our journey to our next hideout. It was nothing special, just a few enemies on our way, but we eliminated them quickly without anyone noticing.

We arrived in the afternoon and after I made fire, we started our training. The next battle will be in a few days and we needed to develop a new kind of fighting without Yveeqwa. We managed to come up with some interesting stuff for the battle, I am looking forward to.