Sparx.
Sparx, although a dragonfly, is my brother. We have constantly been described as an 'oddly, yet compatible pair' because of our different personalities and perspectives. I was always the hero, always the one that risks their lives to save others and defeats even the most powerful of villains, whilst Sparx was always the one that hung back, the one that would rather watch then help fight. But despite that, Sparx has never left my side, and always flew beside me regardless of anything.
Until now.
When I was just a hatchling back at the swamp, I believed Sparx to be my blood-related brother. Soon I realised that he was not, which was the answer to the many cracks about my size Sparx used to make. When I first began my journey I left Sparx in the swamp, because that was always his home, never mine. I have never had a true home; the Temple was in ruins when I first saw it; shortly after the defeat of Cynder it was attacked and set to flame, and when I awoke from my three-year-slumber in the crystal Hunter told me that Malefor had suspended it high above the land, in the sky. A home is meant to be someplace where you can feel safe and secure. Somehow, the Temple was never that.
Even though all the dragons and apes must have been enormous to such a small dragonfly like Sparx, he never left my side, and always poorly masked his fear with jokes and comedy. Together we faced up to a dragon over three times my size that was even larger through the eyes of Sparx. Even though I nearly destroyed him when I, for what felt like a heartbeat, possessed just a fraction of the power that Malefor controlled, he never ran away from me or gave up on me. I could have died when the Mountain of Malefor began to crumble, but it was Sparx who gave me that tiny shred of hope and unlocked the heart of Dragon Time…a power which saved us from a dark, murky death. He could have escaped and saved his own life whilst I lay there, mourning at my own fault, but he stayed there with me and nearly died in the process.
Sometimes I wish that Sparx had made a different decision; that he had saved himself and left me to die in the very pits of despair. Before Ignitus died, Sparx and I were separated – he was unwilling to leave me, but I firmly told him that he couldn't come with me. Oh, how I regret that decision. Though I managed to survive and put the very world back together, I am in a different world to Sparx. There are two parts of the world…one that I managed to put back together, and another that my limited power could not completely restore. I am on one half, and Sparx is in another. And no matter how hard I try to reach the other world where he awaits, I know that I will never see him again.
The Chronicler was right. When I awake from the crystal, it will be a different world. A world without Sparx, or any of the others. I am separated from my brother and it is impossible to be reunited with him.
And this is another reason for dying.