Missing

Missing, by Phoenix for User:Mightyblob27
Al took a deep breath. There was no reason to worry. Jev was probably, no, definitely, with her friends. He was worrying over nothing. He raised his claw, gazing at the blank parchment and began to write.
Excitement was something Pia had always craved. After her life in the clouds, watching everything from afar, she wanted excitement. She should not want excitement. But yet, even after that incident that she could not, and would not bear to name - she found herself dreaming about the whimsical life she imagined the common dragons lived.
She’d taken every opportunity to visit the late-night markets the town below always held, trying to blend in every conversation, but never quite pulling it off. The smell of street food and the sound of dancers always gave her a thrill that nothing else would fulfil.
But, Pia was reminded every time that she visited, that she was not a local. Life up above harboured no interesting information - gossip was a terrible thing, not to be wished on by anyone. There weren’t that many dragons living in the clouds, either.
The dragons of the town were always welcoming, but their conversations were all about locals Pia had, at most, had a short conversation pertaining to peanuts or some other mundane subject. She didn’t know that Annelise and so-and-so ran away to the frontier after their parents disapproved. It was really quite a shame, Annelise was one of the town’s best dancers, and Pia privately thought that she was quite pretty.
Pia closed her eyes. She’d left her home - rather discreetly, a fact that she was quite proud of - for one thing, and that was the drama show. She was a drama queen, something she was proud of, and something Lily called her every day.
Wait.
Lily.
Xanthia.
Was she really going to leave them alone for two whole days?
It would be two days at the Theatre, and it was too late to back out now. How could she not have realised sooner? Oh, little Lily always had a penchant for mischief, and, well… without her, Xanthia would lock herself up in her cloud room for hours at a time, spending all of her time and effort on her craft, forgetting meals and only wandering in her world.
Pia tried to push the guilty thoughts away in an effort to think. She’d already paid the precious coins in advance, the money that she had painstakingly earned. She hadn’t dared to touch any of her father’s hand-carved instruments, or her mother’s beautiful paintings. It was not right. She had to preserve their legacy.
An unfamiliar voice shook her from her musings.
“Are you Pia?” the voice asked warmly.
She spun around to see a small dragon, even smaller than Xanthia, approach her gracefully. She glided, her feet never once stumbling or even hesitating like how Pia would. There was something strangely enamouring about the dragon - was it simply their friendly tone, or was it that their face needed no paint to stand out from the crowd?
They
Bang!
Al dropped his pen. Inside the cloud house, was an unfamiliar dragon that he had never seen before.
“Are you Albert?” they asked.
“Y-yes.”
“I regret to inform you that your sister-”
No, it can’t be. It just can’t be.
“-Jev, has been reported missing.”
Missing. Missing. The word echoed in Al’s mind. Why did it have to be Jev, of all dragons? Why had the only dragon who cared about him, just go? No, it couldn’t be true. Jev couldn’t be missing. It had to be someone else. It just had to be.
“N-no,” Al said, trying to steady himself. “J-jev can’t be missing, i-it has to be someone else!”
“I am sorry.”
And those were the words that melted away his world. He had to face it. Jev was gone.
"If there's anything I can do-" the other dragon started.
Al looked away. Jev was so much like Pia, he decided. Jev had to be fine. She had to come back.
She had to come back.
And if she didn't...
Al would be all alone.
Category:Fanfictions (Fanon)
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Category:Content (FlamingPhoenix101)
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