Cas' Memories

The three sisters had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. They had their shrine to them in their home, and their three metal gazes had followed her throughout her entire childhood. So that was where she started.

Talliaya, Isrudel, Amelyth. Those who created beautiful things and cared for others were whom they favoured. Who could that describe but Cephias? How could he take care of her if he was dead?

Amelyth could cure him. Isrudel would see the love he held for her, and she wouldn't let him leave her alone.

She garnered up whatever tributes a child could, prayed aloud at the shrine or even in her head at night. She must have prayed harder than any dragonet ever had. But nobody answered.

Every night she chose a new one. The Dragon Mother, who loved all; how hard could it be to love Cephias? But silence answered her calls. Eliora, who in stories had been known to heal the sick and help the wounded, did not respond. Varah, whose stars he had always loved…

She would take his soul. But she would not save him.