Welp, another short chapter. I'm so sorry for the short chapters, but there is really not enough time in a day. I promise to post longer stories and the 500 words and below only applies to this story. The rest of my stories are more than a 1,000 words. Anyway, I'm rambling. Enjoy some Zym angst!

*I do not own Dragon Prince*

Day 2 prompt: Rain

DRAGON PRINCE

The rain was a beautiful thing, often bringing children together to splash its contents against the cold, hardened pavement. Parents tsked when their kids walked in wet, yet there was a smile on their face knowing that their children's world had been more expanded.

Maybe for Zym, his world had been expanded as well. But not in the way that brought joy, instead, it was a hard reminder that his mother was really gone. Just like how the rain often disappeared after a short time.

The final battle had brought a new opportunity that hadn't been presented before. He knew that everyone was getting their happy ending, even if the threat of Aaravos return wasn't entirely gone, simply just delayed.

But where was his happy ending?

His father was gone, and his mother. Ezra was busy with the rebuilding, as he should be. Callum and Rayla were visiting Runaan and Ethari since their previous visit had been interrupted. So that really left nobody for him to talk to, which had been another development.

He could talk now

And that was…new, unlike so many other things

So Zym watched as the rain splattered against the window, supposedly creating a sense of peace and comfort. There was nothing comforting in his tears.

"Zym?"

The young dragon didn't even need to turn around to know it was his best friend. But unlike last time, Zym didn't want to talk to anyone, he wanted solace, a rare thing to experience these days. He knew that he should find solace in Ezra rather than himself, but he really didn't know how to explain what he was exactly feeling.

Ezra came to sit down next to Zym, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok?"

There was silence

"Do you miss your mom and dad?"

That was enough to pull out the waterworks. Zym silently sobbed to himself, placing his tender head on Ezra's shoulder. He didn't need to watch the rain; he was the rain.

Sad, and forever flowing

Never stopping

"Zubeia is here," Ezra whispered. "She always was, but maybe now, she's here more than she was before."

Zym looked up at the young prince, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Ezra chuckled slightly. "What I mean is….lets relate it to the rain. We know that its there and that it will never go away, rain is constant. Just like your mother's love. She is there and will always be there. Zubeia is here to stay. Even if she's not here in person."

That made sense, and even though it didn't entirely fix the giant hole in his heart. It did remind him that his mother wasn't truly gone. Zym looked out unto the landscape once again, watching the rain fall unto many surfaces. Watched as the flowers blossomed from being fed, and how children gathered together once again.

It was breathtaking

So maybe being broken was just as beautiful as being born again. For Zym, maybe having a hole in his heart only made him more human. He'd remember Ezra's words until the day he died.

Zubeia is here