Glorybringer one-shots (DISCONTINUED)

Quickstrike

Deathbringer

Silent tears slid from Deathbringer's eyes and ran down his snout, landing on the wooden floor below him.

It was strange, really. Even after all these years he still couldn't stop the sobs when the memories, and he remmembered them so clearly, he remmebered the memories as if he was there all over again. He remmembered the thunderclap roaring overhead, two dragons struggling through the storm, one of them letting out a soul piercing shriek while the other watched as he was unable to do anything as the life was shocked out of her.

Thunder clapped overhead once more.

Today was the day his mother died, and to make matters worse there was a thunder storm right at the moment. He had always hated thunder storms, it brought back to many painful memories, memories he didn't have the strength to touch again. He tryed to avoid the sad memories and his dark past, he ran from it, and he covered the memories up.

Quickstrike's shierk of pain that rang in his ears, the thunder flashing before his eyes. Quicktrike falling while her eyes went blank. Deathbringer trying to catch her despite being so small. Blister's voices telling her soilders to kill her. His talons curled painfully. The wood under him had tiny splinters but that was the least of Deathbringer's pain.

He looked up at the sky, the sky which usually had the moons bright overhead with the stars shinning above in a remarkable way which Deathbringer loved. But not now, no now it was covered with dark and stormy, ominous clouds that shot thunder bolts as if to remind him that he had failed, that he had failed to protect the only dragon he had ever truly cared about.

Deathbringer fiercely closed his eyes, bowing his head. Wasn't it his fault? Wouldn't his mother be alive if only he had saved her? He could have hidden her better, he should have. But he let his mission come first and because of that she was dead, and her blood was on Deathbringer's talons, like those of so many other dragons. It was all his fault, and he had to live with the guilt of her death.

"I'm so sorry mother." He whispered, barely able to choke out the words as tears escaped his closed eyes. "I'm sorry." He whispered again.

He looked down at the wood and his own talons below him with shame. Part of him knew it wasn't his fault, part of him knew the lightning was just lightning, it didn't have fault. But a larger part of him blamed himself, not for Quickstrike getting struck by lightning but for letting Blister's soliders get to her and kill her. It was a war within him, one saying he wasn't to blame but the other was shouting at him on how it was.

Anger, sadness, and grief, all filled him. He should have gone down and killed the soldiers just as easily as he had killed Tempest, he should have atleast done somthing, instead he just sat in his branch and did nothing while she was killed. For moons' sakes he should have hidden her better and not have let his mission come first.

Quickstrike may have never been the best mother but she was all Deathbringer had. He didn't have any siblings of any kind, and his father had died before he had met him. All his life, Quickstrike was all he had, and all he had to do was not loose her but he had failed, and she was gone.

But hadn't then good had come out of his mother's end? Wouldn't things would have been very diffrent if it weren't for her death? He liked to think he would have followed orders and killed the dragonets and then Blister would have probably been Queen after that, the war would drag on endlessly and hundreds of dragons would have died.

Also, he wouldn't have Glory, that was for sure. No matter how much he liked her when he first met her, he would have killed her. He would have obeyed orders like he did as an obedient little dragonet, he wouldn't have had his own thoughts and he would have never known love. He would have never known that there was somthing else other than doing what he was told to survive, he could live.