Bengt had lost his family a few years ago. He was running with his family after a Cript Dragon had run them out of their home.
He got turned away from them and had never seen them again. He found us and we havent seen another Dragon since.
I knew i loved Bengt. He was my best friend and i never needed him more than how badly i needed him now.
He came into the house carrying my dad and layed him on his cot. I immediatly came running and got some of our last water reserve.
I got a damp rag and dapped his forhead.
"What happened, Bengt?" i yelled at him desperate for his help.
"We were just walking then he told me things about you and stuff... Then he... "
"He what?!"
"Journey, He killed himself, stabbed himself right in the heart! I didnt know what to do so i brought him here."
" Bengt, help me. . . "
No matter what i did, it was too late. My Dad had died. I clutched the chain with the key around my neck and thinks about her mother...
" Bengt, what did my dad tell you?" I asked him in a hushed voice, afraid of the answer.
" He said to tell you that, your mother is looking for you. That you are ready, that your the Keeper and to go on your journey.
For me to take care of you and for you to fufill your destiny. Journey, do you know what he is talking about?"
" I have no idea." I sighed and slumped down to the floor, letting my hair fall in my face to hide the tears.
I quietly sobbed for hours untill Bengt wrapped my Fathers scarf around me and put his hat on my head.
I let out one more loud sob and stood up.
I didnt look at him, but instead i turned and walked out of the curtian and into to outside world.
Grabbing the clothes off the line, I hooked on my large cloak and began my journey.