The news about Grimmels death made the Berkians shout in joy and the remainder of Grimmels army go either numb from the unexpected news or in rage that their leader was dead. Luckily there weren't many of Grimmels left and those who didn't surrender were held captive until Berk knew what to do with them. There were some of Grimmels men who still fought as revenge for their leader, but there weren't a lot of them. They still yelled and tried to break free from the ropes they had been tied to at their hands and feet.

Right now the wounded needed help and everyone had something to do. Friends and family ran around finding each other and that was what Thora was doing.

She had searched in the main room, which had both Berkians and Barviks people in it, wounded and those who needed sleep after all the fighting. Her mother, father or brother wasn't seen anywhere, until her father came walking in from the main entrance.

"Dad!" she shouted and ran up to him.

"Thora." he said, relieved and hugged her. "Thank the gods you're alive." he let her go and checked her for any wounds.

She saw what he did and told him instead. "I'm fine. Where's mum and Brant?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. I have barely seen them out there."

Thora looked around hoping that this time she would see any of them.

"You go look for your brother, while I look for your mother. Okay?" he said and saw the worried look she had. "And maybe we'll see your grandfather as well somewhere," he muttered.

If Thora was honest, she didn't really care about her grandfather right now. She knew he was here after seeing him taking care of the remaining of Grimmels men, but she hadn't thought about him. After everything he had made her feel in her life, was something she wanted to get rid off and it kinda had, but…

"Okay?" her dad said again and put her out of her thoughts.

"Okay." She agreed and ran out of the mountain, wanting to find her brother just to know he was alive.

Thora and Ray flew close to the ground on top of the mountain. She didn't know if he was here or not, they had gone separate ways sometime in the battle and hadn't thought about trying to find each other as they continued fighting.

Thora knew Brant could hold his own, she wasn't worried at the time, but now when the war was over and everything around her started to come out of this fighting stance mind she was in, Thora started to think about how her family was doing and where they were. She had gone straight into the mountain and started looking for them.

Ray made a sound and flew down to the ground. Thora was not ready with the sudden change of direction and was about to ask him where they were going and saw a monstrous nightmare laying in the snow. Big blood streaks were on the ground beside the dragon.

Thora's hand covered her mouth in shock. That was Nightmary, Brants dragon.

Ray landed by her head and started sniffing the dead body. He then roared into the sky in pain. Nightmary was dead. Had she been shot down and when she landed her body had been dragged in the snow and that's where the bloody streaks came from.

Thora went off Ray and held her hand over her heart. "Oh, Nightmary." she mumbled and felt tears coming.

Ray rumbled sadly and laid down his head and closed his eyes. Mourning his friend.

Thora let a tear fall. "I'm so sorry."

Her mind started to race. If Nightmary was here, then where's Brant? Had he been with her? Then where was he?

She looked around in panic and started to walk around the dragon. She felt her heart race with so many possibilities of where he could be and was he alive or not?

Behind Nightmary was snow, trees and rocks and if Brant was on Nightmary's back when she got hit, then he would be here somewhere. But where were his footprints? Where was he?

Thora prayed to the gods that he wasn't dead.

She walked further away from the dead nightmare until she stopped when she saw a hand sticking out from the snow and Thora knew that hand.

She gasped and ran to the hand and fell down to her knees as she quickly started digging the body up and when she came to his face, she started to cry.

Brant laid with his eyes closed, pale as the snow that surrounded him and had fallen on him from the tree branch over him after he had landed. The snow around his head was also red from the wound that he had on the side of the head. That had killed him.

Thora laid her head on his chest and hoped to hear a heartbeat even if one part of her said that it was useless to search for one while the other part of her screamed to shut up.

She didn't hear a heartbeat and it felt like her own heart stopped with it. He was dead.

Thora's lip quivered. "No, Brant no." she sobbed. She looked at her brother's face. "Please no."

She started to shake. She held her brother's tunic tighter and laid her head on her brother's dead body.