Prisoner of war

"Someone get water." he yelled and kneeled at Gem's side waiting for her to say something.

Gem was breathing rather heavily.

'Let me help,' Velatha said. 'I beleive i can heal her.'

Glenawing nodded and looked up.

The golden dragon lowered her head and almost a second later a tongue of golden flames shot from her mouth towards Gem. Slowly she healed.

He smiled with joy and wonder.

Velatha stopped her magic. 'There.'
Keya smiled up at her dragon. What would happen to them now? She walked away from the others to where her father lay on the ground. She collapsed to her knees, starting to cry.

He walked over to keya and put his hands on her shoulders and held her, "It's alright."

"No its not alright." She snapped at him. Spotting her father's sword, she picked it up. No one would stop her.

He was shocked and backed away from her.

She felt the scales in the handle of the sword. They were getting cold and stiff. Velatha crooned.

"so the end of a tyrant." he whispered to himself.

Keya glared at him. "Have some respect for those who mourn," she growled.

He looked at her, somewhat stunned, "He was a tyrant Keya, his death is a just death."

"Daughter of a tyrant an I? She hissed.P

He sighed, "What else should I call him? The noble king?"

"anything that wouldn't cause me insult."

"that might be a bit of a challenge."

She sighed. "Don't say things you know I'd be insulted by maybe?"

He sighed and walked away without saying anything.

She sighed, holding her father for a few more mokents.

(I don't know what to post.)

She sighed sitting up at last.
"I'll have him transported back to Nuduien Keya," Gem said.

He looked to Gem and whispered, "Are we going to have to go to the funeral?"

"I should think so. He was my uncle and he is Keyas father. Would you really consider not being there for her?"

"It's just I find it a bit ironic of us going to his funeral the fact that we killed him."