☠ //rolls out
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The water was falling, quicker and heavier than anyone could’ve imagined. No, it wasn’t raining. Kneeling down over the freshly dug grave, pale fingers became dirty as they clenched in the dirt. Weisslogia was wreathed with pain and anger. He couldn’t protect his child. He couldn’t protect his child.
It was too early. STING WAS TAKEN TOO GOD DAMN EARLY.
His throat clenched every time he tried to stop himself from crying. Is this the pain Sting felt, slaying his own Father and bathing in his blood. Is Weisslogia had changed his mind, would his precious light be alive and breathing? In a moment of weakness and sorrow, the white haired dragon called out.
"IF I HADN’T HAVE TOLD YOU TO DO IT, WOULD YOU STILL BE ALIVE? IF I HAD BEEN THERE WHEN YOU NEEDED ME, WOULD YOU STILL BE LAUGHING BY MY SIDE?”
