Return from Hel (one shot post)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3W5ngVTtRE (I do not own this song. But it’s good to play in the background for this post.)
Long after the others had left - Shovel, the old, blind Nadaar stood by the lake side, staring straight ahead and waiting. He waited…and waited… and waited, for his beloved owner to come back to him. The owner that everybody, except for Shovel, knew wouldn’t be showing up to take him home that day. He gave a sad little shrill, bending down and acknowledged his old, beaten bones and his heavy heart. Maybe it was his time to go as well. The Nadaar closed its eyes, exhaling, and waited for the inevitable. 
A hand shot out of the water, grabbing into the stony bank! With a horse, gasping cry Stonegit, pale, bloody, and covered in grime, hauled himself out of the waters of the lake. Shovel immediately stood up, his wings flapping as he let out a call of excitement. Stonegit crawled up onto the bank, coughing and gagging. He gasped, grabbing his knife and rolling over onto his back. His arm reached over, almost as if it was acting on its own, ripping away a section of his shirt. He stuck the tip of the knife into his chest, drawing a small, quick sigil on it, grunting and yelling from the pain. When the circle was completed he dropped the knife, curling on his side, shivering. His injury, the dirt and grime that was now in his eye, the cold, and now this. It was all too much, and he wretched into the snow. He gagged and spat a couple of times, and then raised his head, his face tight and teeth clenched. “Haddock!” he screamed across the abandoned plain.
Stonegit whimpered, slowly dragging himself to his feet, staggering. He was caught by his dragon’s muzzle, and he hesitated, feeling its face. A few tears dripped down his cheeks as he gave a sad smile. “You stayed…you daft dragon.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he barely whispered. “But I can’t be your eyes anymore boy…I’m just like you now.” He rested his forehead on Shovel’s. “Please boy…take me back. I know you can do it…help me see.” And with that, the two of them steadily, yet cautiously, made their way across the snow crusted valley.
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Category:Season 1
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Category:Stonegit Brotchurn Elmiss
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