Ohhh, this was really hard for me to write. So I hope you at least enjoy it!
With love,
Luvdragons 3
The tears didn't stop. She had tried everything. Brave female warriors didn't cry. They. Just. Didn't. And heros didn't die. This wasn't natural. And grasping onto Fishlegs's arm didn't help, for it was cold. And weak. And shivering. No, she was being mean. Sorry, Fishlegs. Nothing made her stop reading the text.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third
A beloved friend, son, and warrior.
Died at age 15.
No. No. No. No. No. Stop. Stop. Stop. It's all a lie, all of it. Camicazi crouched by his grave and grasped her arms around it and wouldn't let go. It wasn't fair. She didn't even have time to tell him. His ivy green eyes, (if you imagine him with brown eyes, sorry.) his red, red hair. His cunning. His expertise at literally EVERYTHING except what he was expected to do. His face when he died was too, too much. She wished she hadn't been there. Just a faint smile, slowly falling to nothingness. A face she couldn't save. Just another body for the crying vikings to bury. No. No. No. Toothless had found his body. By this time, everyone at the burial had left, and only Fishlegs and Camicazi remained.
"W-we s-should go b-back to the hut, Cami. It's getting c-cold." he suggested timidly. She looked up at him, face red and splotchy.
"No. Please just one moment." he nodded respectfully and left to go find where he sat Horrorcow down.
"I LOVED YOU! WHAT-WHO-WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF FOR US?!" she yelled at no one in particular, as there was no one to yell at anymore.
"Dream on, sunshine." a voice whispered in her ear. Warm arms wrapped around her neck and she looked up to see the very face she was crying for.
You're welcome. And sorry. :)