I arrived at the funeral right on time, not too early, not too late. But when I got there something felt... off. You know how it's always dark and cloudy at funerals? Well that's bull. That day it was sunny and bright, one of the nicest we had had in a long time. But for everyone there it was dark and cloudy. One of the best Dragons had died, and he was missed.
I sat down on the grass, because there were no chairs, and watched as a preacher went up to the podium. No one came to comfort me, no one came to tell me they were sorry for my lost. I was beginning to wonder if the other Dragons even knew why I was there. The Preacher had begun to talk, but I wasn't listening. I didn't need him to tell me that Darsk was loved and would be missed. I already knew that.
Though something in his sermon did catch my ear. He had said: "All Darsk had wanted was peace, and he tried so hard to get it. That's why we've decided to use his bones to create a brand new house. That way future families may find peace ad harmony between his walls."
Oddly enough.. that felt right. It was exactly wat Darsk would have said, and it was exactly what he would have wanted. I wondered if Darsk would have been happy with his funeral. It seemed to me that it was going all right. After his sermon, the preacher and everybody else started to walk away, they acted like it was over and now they get on with their lives... I wasn't going to let it happen.
I stepped up to the podium and said: "If everyone could stay, I would like to say something." Everyone turned back around to hear me, and I noticed that the podium was bigger than me, but my voice could be heard.
"Darsk was a friend." I started. "But wasn't just that, he was a protector, a confident, and in many ways, the bravest person I've ever known. When I was down here in those first few months, it was Darsk who talked to me, comforted me, informed me, and even protected me. He did the things it seemed no one else wanted to do. So in many ways Darsk was more than a friend, he was part of my family. And for that, I will always love him. Thank you."
I stepped down from the podium and everyone stomped on the ground. It's the Dragon version of clapping. Surprisingly Scott was there in the crowd, I hadn't seen him before.
"That was beautiful Abby." he said.
"It was the right thing to do." I told him. "It was the least I could do for Darsk."
A different Dragon actually stepped to the podium. I thought I recognized her but I couldn't place it. I thought maybe she was a friend of Darsk's. She was a dark green color, with a shorter neck. She looked kind of like a sleek, green, bullet.
"My fellow Dragons!" she said. "MY name is Tw'One. I didn't know Darsk, but I will say this. This can not stand! One of our own is dead! And by human hands! They're the reason we are down here in the first place. and they have the nerve to kill one of us?! Isn't what they've done enough?! I say it's time we overthrow the council! If we follow their rues, we'll all end up dead! Instead we should take the fights to the humans! We'll take back our original home, and put them underground! Now who's with me?"
"Yeah!!!" screamed everyone else in the crowd, but by then I had ran away. I was angry, steaming, full of rage! However you want to put it! All Darsk had wanted was peace, but instead a war had started at his own funeral.
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