NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! 

Sorry this is so draking short. My mom is nagging me to get off the computer.

Aleakim--

My heart stops as I watch my sister fall to the ground. Paralyzed, it's all I can do to move out of the way as the unicorn charges past me on its way out.

"No" is all I can manage as I rush to Kerra's side. Anex is already there, pulling various herbs from his satchel and pressing them to the wound. But it's too late.

I would've put Arlen's blessing in Draconian, but I don't know how to speak it. I think there might've been some in the first RP. I almost put it in German... :D Anyway, I usually write much more but I'm still not sure if I got everything right so I'm writing really little posts for now. 

Arlen-

I slip off my dragon’s back and stride over to the girl who is sprawled on the ground with someone bending over her.

“No!” Someone gasps from behind me, then rushes over to the girl’s side. Perhaps a lover? “Stay here, Kerra.” No kissing. This is the brother.

“Is there anything else we can do for her, Anex?” I can’t remember her name.  Draca? Drago?

“Draco, she’s dead,” Anex, the “medicine man”, tells her.

Everyone is silent, staring at Kerra’s limp body.

I kneel on the ground, bow my head and place my hands on the girl’s heart.

“May you rise into the skies and live forever, never to be forgotten.” I whisper the blessing and back away. 

By the way, what's Scratch?  

Nooo! Not Kerra! *tear* Well, here's a weird post in her memory... and thank you ever so much, Mr. Pratchett, for your amazing character which I which I hope you don't mind me borrowing. *coughstealingcough*

xxxElyanaxxx

I was not a stranger to Death. After all, I had five personal friends in the afterlife, and I was sure I would be received with open arms (and claws) when I got there myself. He hadn’t been easy to spot the first time; little more than a shadow, an invisible darkness that I couldn’t see or feel but I knew was there. The second time had been even less of an occasion for Death to appear, as to this day I still don’t know where Denek’s body is, and I hadn’t been anywhere near the place of his dying when it happened… or maybe I had. I would never know. The third time I had seen Him—I had seen Him well. He had been a ghost, a dark shadow of a man that hung over Deren as he breathed his last breath, capturing the life as it slipped out of him and disappearing without a trace. No, I knew what Death looked like, and I knew He was coming to lead Kerra off the Earth as soon as He could.
But this time it was different. As I stood, watching as the others crowded around her, I felt strangely detached. Kerra’s face was pale and sickly, but with her eyes closed, she looked like she could be asleep. I knew she wasn’t asleep, though. She would never be asleep again. As Arlen said some sort of blessing over her, something about rising into the sky, I saw with dread the familiar figure out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t turn my head to look at Him, just kept staring at Kerra’s body as He approached, but from what I could see He seemed much clearer than last time. Much more real, as if He got easier and easier to see with every death I witnessed. He glided effortlessly to Kerra where she lay, the others staring right past Him and fixating on her. He bent over her and reached down, tucking something into the folds of His black cloak. I couldn’t see what it was, but as he backed away I saw that it was glowing faintly—a bright spark in a sea of black. And a glimpse at Kerra’s face told me exactly what I needed to know. She was gone. I could feel the tears welling up inside me, pressing against me and straining to escape but never making it to my eyes. I took one last look at the hooded figure before He disappeared… and to my surprise, He looked straight at me. Well, as much as it’s possible to look when one has no eyes.
THESE THINGS HAPPEN. It was a completely unexpected sentence. I blinked.
DON’T WORRY. SHE HAS PLENTY OF FRIENDS UP THERE. A small motion with His hand showed exactly what he meant by “up there”. It also revealed a gleaming silver scythe. Then He gave a single, quick nod—reassuring, in a way, for Death—and promptly disappeared. I was left standing a few paces away from the others, staring at the spot where He had been. I shook my head clear and tried to focus on the scene in front of me. Most of my friends looked shocked, like they still didn’t comprehend that Kerra was gone. For me, that phase had only lasted a few seconds this time. I had seen it enough times to know it was real. Adela was crying, along with Anex and, to my surprise, Draco, but Aleakim looked the worst. She was just sitting by her stepsister’s side, motionless, like she had been turned to stone. I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t look up.
“She’s going to be okay,” I said softly. Aleakim looked up at me then, her eyes unfocused, a hopeless look on her face.
“How?” she whispered. “She’s… she’s…” Aleakim didn’t finish the sentence.
“I just know,” I said. She stared at the ground.
“You don’t know,” she said quietly. I smiled a little.
“Yes, I do,” I said. “Death told me.”