Authors note: I do use the name and design of the hero from my play through, as well as the dragon.

I do not own dragonfable or the characters, but I do own this stories plot.

The wind was blowing through the grass and trees, causing leaves to dance down to the ground, and onto the face of a young woman. She was laying there in the shade of a large oak, arms spread out, basking in the cool breeze. Her long fiery orange hair was blowing in the breeze becoming tangled in the emerald grass around her.

The young womans chest was moving up and down ever so slightly, and soft, short breaths escaped her barely opened lips. One of her hands twitched and moved downwards; her fingers coming into contact with royal blue scales. Beside her, curled up, was a small dragon, with light grey wings contracting the dark blue.

There was the sound of a gentle chuckle, gentle and echoing. The source was a young man, or rather a young spirit. He was ice blue, beautiful ice blue in color with pure white ice like armor on his feet, and arms, and a simple yet elegant helmet. Floating just above his left hand was a book, though it didn't seem to interest him. His eyes, of the same blue as he, were watching the young woman and the small dragon.

He was smiling as he watched his friend and partner. It seemed like for the first time in a long time, she was sleeping peacefully. It had been years since the nightmares began, and for the past year they became worse than ever. So seeing her lying there in the grass, the smallest hint of a smile on her face, made him happy.

Then, that happiness was shattered. She rolled onto her side, hugging the small dragon, and at that moment a name escaped her lips. Her voice was a such a mixture of emotions, pure joy, bliss, guilt, rage, and sadness… no, not that, depression. Whenever she said that name all those emotions always followed, that is, if she could say his name. Normally, normally if she attempted her throat would tighten and she would choke on her own words. Tears would enter her eyes and it took her everything not to cry.

She vowed she wouldn't, she vowed once, long ago, she'd never cry, and she swore she'd never cry for him. She was afraid to show weakness, she was a hero after all, and if she cried, if she seemed to break, she'd be weak, easy to shatter. She would always suppress sadness, but it was clear that she wanted to cry, for him specifically.

One couldn't count how often she stood over his grave, staring, shoulders shaking, eyes watering, chest heaving, and heart breaking. The only ones who knew how much he meant to her were the man by the tree, and the small dragon in her arms. And when the name escaped her again, the dragons ears twitched, and it's tail flicked, and it sat up.

The dragon's large mint green eyes went from it's master and friend to the glowing blue man. Slowly the small creature bowed its head, curling up once more and nestling into her, licking her cheek, trying to comfort her as she slept. The young man set his book down in the grass and moved closer to his dear friend.

His cold fingers ran through her soft hair, stroking it's entire length gently. He winced once the nam left her lips again.

"Tomix…"

This time her voice had cracked. She was filled with grief and misery, and her arms tightened around the small dragon. She buried her face in the dark scales as the name escaped her again, and again, and again. Louder each time, more depressing each time, until she almost screamed out.

At that she sat upwards, chest heaving, and a single tear falling from her cheek. She took deep breaths, slowly leaning forward and holding her face in her hands, black eyes staring through barely parted fingers.

The young man's hand rested on her upper back running up and down along her spine, trying to soothe her. "I need to see him…"

He wasn't sure if it would be wise, but he couldn't refuse her. If she never mourned him properly, this would never end. "Would you like me to join you?"

She shook her head at the offer, slowly standing. She took a moment to gather herself, to calm her emotions before making her way to the deep purple portal, and through it, to his grave.

No one else was there, not that she'd expected anyone else. Slowly she made her way to the stone, the marker of his grave, and fell to her knees. "Tomix…" She said again, barely being able to make the name escape her throat.

A chuckle forced itself from her throat, a chuckle of pain. "I… I heard a song, not to long ago…" Her hand ran through the grass over where his body lay, and for the first time allowed the tears to flow freely down her face. "I know you had a secret soft spot for music… and… and this one had so many things that I want to say to you…"

It became hard for her breath for a few moments. "And I know you probably can't h-hear me right now… but… I need it to be said…" She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I don't remember every word, but… but here's what I do know…"

And she began singing in a voice that wasn't perfectly pitched, but soft and gentle and sweet, and so filled with emotion even the harshest critic could say nothing bad.

"You were ever in my precious thoughts, I'd leave a room of angels just to be alone i-if only to say your name," Her voice cracked and new tears formed and fell, "I never told you I needed you d-darling, like a rose needs the rain." Her chest tightened and her heart felt heavy in her chest.

"How could you possibly know, how much?" She bowed her head, touching it to the soft, dark grass before. "So I reach for your love, l-like the moon and the stars- ever in my sight, ever out of touch…"

Images, memories began to play through her mind. She saw him in battle, when he was young, with his soul looms on each hand, threads around him as he attacked, and a small smirk on his handsome face, because he knew he'd already one.

There's a spotlight of a holy kind, think it comes from somewhere in the sky or in some far off lovely place.

She saw him across the fire, both surrounded by sand, knowing that at any moment their enemies could find them. His golden eyes flickering, reflecting the hungry orange flames before him as he told her a story.

But this light never shone on me, at least as far as I could see. So I sat in the dark and I watched you…

He was showing her how to weave with the soul looms, showing her almost everything he knew. She could still feel his hands on her arms when he would move them for her, feel the tingle in her fingers when they met his.

Now I just cry to myself, when there's no one around…

And I just teach myself how to walk backwards out of any given situation.

Yes I can be graceful and try not to step on my train and you don't have to say goodbye.

He was falling back into the abyss below, small smile on his face and in his eyes. She wanted to grasp him but she knew she couldn't. She wanted to scream his name and call for him but her throat wouldn't work. All she could do was stare as he left her sight.

But I'll be right here if you want too…

She saw him imprisoned, one of the first times they met. He was kind and grateful for the help, and she felt something draw her to him in his eyes. She had so many reasons to finish the fight, and he gave her one more without doing anything.

You were ever in my mind.

You were behind my soul each time I held it to the flame.

She was fighting Greed, feeling her arms shake with each blow landed on him, and pain with each blow landed on her. But she kept going through the pain, because she knew that if she lost, the world was lost. If she lost, he would die.

You were ever in my precious thoughts

I'd leave a room full of angels just to be alone if only to say your name.

She was in ice, feeling the cold seeping into her skin and her mind blanking out, and she last thing she saw was his eyes. Bright golden orbs slowly turning to a rich blue, harsh determination into soft kindness.

I never told you I needed you darling, like a rose needs the rain.

How could you possibly know, how much?

They were on VS Unity, sitting on deck and staring at the empty sky above them. They were talking idly, and she was smiling. He was only partly smiling, one eye watching her, hand near her.

So I reach for your love, like the moon and the stars…

Ever in my sight, ever out of touch…

She hadn't realized that she'd closed her eyes, but she didn't care. She looked at his grave stone, tears still flooding her eyes, but voice clearer, heart not as weighed down. "Now I could paint your portrait, if I never saw you again… When I am old someone may ask me if I ever loved"

"And I will speak but they wont recognize, my words, they'll say I'm telling lies." She paused, voice catching in her throat for only a moment. "And maybe I am… maybe I am- You were ever in my mind. You were behind my soul each time I held it to the flame."

She remembered one night they spend on deck. The crew was asleep, everyone was asleep but them. They laid on the wood both asleep. But while she didn't remember consciously, there was familiarity in the memory of her resting against him, and his arm draped around her, his cheek resting against her head.

"You were ever in my precious thoughts. I'd leave a room of angels, just to be alone, if only to say your name. I never told you I needed you darling, like a rose needs the rain. How could you possibly know, how much?"

Her eyes were locked on the gravestone "So I reach for your love, like the moon and the stars… ever in my sight, ever out of touch."

She laid herself in the grass, resting on her side as the final tears fell. "You were ever in my mind…"

Song title: Ever.

Artist: Emilie Autumn

I will provide a link to the song on my profile.