It was a warm midsummer's eve.
Sabrina was at the grave. His grave the one they had buried him in, a year ago in Ferry Port Landing. On a hill over looking his dump a tombstone had been erected above it, reading:
Never a dull moment
Always a small grin,
Rest in peace Puck,
The one the only the trickster king.
1688-2011
She was tired so tired, the war had been won but at what cost? She was mulling that question over in her head when he sat down beside were she was kneeling in front of his grave.
She looked up startled by the sudden movement she saw the one person she hated most the person who failed to save him.
Mustardseed, a whisper of a name she had tried so hard to erase, but couldn't.
So she looked into his eyes, so familiar but yet so different so battle hardened, the joy that had often been in Puck's eyes non exsistant in his brothers .
"What do you want." She stated gravely, not even bothering to glare at him.
"I just came to leave these." He said gesturing towards a bunch of bright flowers he held "And..." He paused looking away from her.
"I'm so sorry Sabrina." He said.
"You should have saved him, it should have been you." She stated grimly, numbly.
"I know, if he just hadn't pushed me out of the way." he said looking glumly into the distance.
"My therapist says that I blame you because, I don't want to blame Puck for his own stupidity. That I can't blame Atticus anymore for swinging a sword after what happened to him after I got my revenge. It wasn't enough he's still dead and he is never coming back again...Never."
He gulped staring at the ground.
"I brought this." He said pulling a small portable radio out of his pocket.
"What for?" She stated.
"Music." She rolled her eyes, in a way only she could.
"Why do you need music." he looked at her in surprise obviously expecting her to know already.
"It's Puck's Birthday, and on his birthday we would always put on classical music and dance like we were ten again."
He hesitated switching on the music.
"Would you care to dance?" he asked slowly.
She stared up at him for what seemed like forever and a day.
"For Puck and only to honor him." she finally agreed.
As they started waltzing Sabrina stepping on Mustardseed's toes every now and again, a teenage with short brown hair and a small grin quietly observed the scene.
"Operation make Sabrina talk was a success Puck." she whispered to the sky.
Ok, hope I got this in on time I know the due date is today so I hope your still accept it. Sorry if my Grammar is shoddy, it might be a bit short aswell...