Sleet and Ice

This is a sequel to Cracking Ice and I suggest you read that before this. Please don't steal or edit anything on this page. 
Also, the 'writing to a dead friend' was inspired by the book Anything But Okay, and I recommend you read it. 
This story may include mentions of death, suicide and slight gore, so read at your own risk. 
I don't know why I'm doing this. 
Writing to a dead dragon- I must be insane. But every time I think about never talking to you again, something in my chest starts to ache, threatening to collapse me. I was the one to let your body rest in the ocean. I want you to know that I hope you find peace with the spirits beneath the ice, and that you find your family eventually. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
Today we flew into the desert, and when dragons say it is hot there, they are making a huge understatement. However, we met with Burn and her forces there, and a great battle followed. 
Anyways, I want you to know that you were one of the only dragons I call a friend. I grew up in the palace, in case you didn't know. All of the IceWings there were only concerned about their rank and the shininess of their scales. I must admit, I was that way too. Then I met you. You showed me how to care for others besides myself, and not for my own gain. 
I miss you, Ermine. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
I wrote your message in your journal, like you asked before you died. I hope you don't mind that I read some of it- well, all of it. You only made a week's worth of entries, but I feel like I know you so much much better now. You stood up for other dragons, something I never did. 
Sometimes, I think that maybe I'm too much of a coward to ever do it. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
I have been getting these letters to you the best I can. Every time I let them float away on the wind, or watch them slowly sink into the ocean, or be buried by snow, I feel a small part of me get a little bit lighter, knowing that the Great Ice Dragon will deliver them to you somehow. 
I met someone today. I think you might've liked him. He's from one of the outer villages, like you, and he makes me laugh. he is fiercely loyal, loyal to the bone. He takes care of me... like I tried- and failed- to do for you. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
P.S. I forgot to tell you- his name is Frigid. 
It's been almost a month now since you died. Queen Glacier commanded a front of the SkyWing palace. I'm writing this by moonlight- we have been flying all day, and just now got the time to rest. Our mission is to either kill Scarlet and Burn or capture them and get them to surrender the war. I don't think that's going to work. Of course, I'm not going to tell anyone besides you and Frigid, but I don't think Burn is going to give up that easily. From what I've heard of her, she is a bloodthirsty maniac. 
I do believe that Blaze is the best SandWing princess for the throne. She may not be the best for the SandWings- she would probably order all of her subjects to make her jewelry all day. She would, however, like the IceWings for helping her, and she wouldn't be strong enough to do anything against us. You would probably say that it isn't fair to give the SandWings an incapable queen. I liked that about you. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
I am full of rage right now. Glacier ordered no more funerals, at least not for the victims of war. We are supposed to just leave them, burning where they died. Frigid agrees with me, that we should continue to bring them back to the ocean, the snow, their home. I supposed it makes sense, though, to go and fight another battle instead of 'wasting time'. 
What would you say, Ermine? I don't know anymore. It pains me, almost more than seeing all those dead IceWings and knowing that they won't ever see their families again. I'm forgetting you. Please come back. 
Sincerely, Juniper 
I reread your journal, and I realized again just how much you cared. I know you definitely cared about other dragons- you died trying to save someone you barely knew. But now I wonder how much you cared about me. 
Would you have died for me? Would you have cried over my death? Would you have felt as if your chest was going to give way for days, leaving only a husk of a dragon behind? I don't know if I would have sacrificed myself for you. I did mourn for days afterward, wondering if I would wake up from this nightmare and find you telling me to get going. 
I don't know with would be worse- not going to war, but never meeting you, or this. I do know one thing though- that if this keeps going on, I just might not be able to take it anymore. 
Sincerely, your friend (maybe?)Juniper 
Ermine, help me. I can't take this anymore. Frigid is in the healer's tent. 
Help me. Help me. Help me. 
His talons were burned. His wings were burned. They don't know if he's going to get better. 
Please, if you're out there, heal him. 
You wanted to help dragons. Help him. Help me. 
I can't lose another friend. You've already left me. Not him too. 
If he goes, I'm going with him. 
Desperately, Juniper 
I've been running, running, running. Running over a snowy, icy tundra. Then the ground dropped beneath my talons, and I fell. My wings didn't open. My claws grasped at nothing. Then Frigid's wings caught me, and we flew. 
It didn't hit me that you were gone until Frigid was gasping for breath, the healers were saying we don't know if he'll survive this, until I looked into the future and you weren't there. 
Thank you. Frigid won't heal, but he won't die. He's going back to the Ice Kingdom, and he's taking me with. We are safe, just like you would have wanted. 
You saved me. 
With love, Juniper
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