Author's Note: Going to do a couple of fics with Remora, I thought it rather a shame when her character was killed off.
Scrooge watched in horror as the flames engulfed the poor siren, reducing his new friend to little more than a pile of ash which was then blown away on the convection currents. But there was no time to dwell on the loss lest he and Raptor suffer the same fate.
He dived for her necklace, sending energy to it to activate the spell as he rolled to his feet to grab the Raptor, admittedly there had been a brief moment where he'd considered leaving the brutal adventurer but despite being a Zamorakian the adventurer had a firm moral compass. He didn't leave an ally behind unless there was no option, no matter how much the ally in question repulsed him.
And then they were gone, the dragon's fire blazing into empty space.
Scrooge stalked off, fuming. How he longed to plunge his blade through the chestplate of the Raptor's armour. The arrogance of the man, the hatred of him, the fury and uncompromisingly flawed idealism of his black and white morality.
And worse still his pleasure at the death of Remora. Though the Zamorakian had known the mermaid for less than an hour he had been touched by her gentleness and her want for company, the latter being one he shared, Zamorakians weren't known for their camaraderie amongst each other and were oft ostracised by other groups.
Worse still this desire for a friend had got her killed. There was a lesson there for him somewhere, or so he feared.
Scrooge wasn't sure why this death, of the many he'd seen and caused, would touch him so closely. When Guthix had died he hadn't shed a tear, despite the empathy he felt for the god. When Zanik had died the first time he had been mournful and regretful but not sad, she had been an adventurer, they both knew the risks.
Perhaps it was the kinship he felt with the mermaid. To be alone forever, to die without reason. It was one of his few fears.
No matter what it was, he knew that he would remember Remora's sacrifice as long as he lived, and honour her memory.
Only two would remember the girl who saved them. Only one would appreciate it. But she would remain alive, in tales of lore if nothing else. He would see to that.
Author's Note: Shorter than I'd like but I hope the tone works.