<font color='#32CD32'>Demshi couldn't move. The scream had pushed a button in his mind and the thought of his sweet darling baby sister floated threw his memmory. The night she had died he had heard her screams threw his body not his ears. They had been connected, Kimlie and him. Not only by blood but by soul. She was the only 'dragon who had ever taken the time to get to know him and the night she had died he hadn't been there for her. He hadn't even come home when he had knowen she was in danger. Cowwerd! he cursed himself and finished the meal placing it on the floor where they would have been eating it. Not bothering to lift his eyes from the floor he left the small cabbin and bounded off tword the wood. As tears started to streem down his face he stumbled and fell, triping on a protruding rock. There was a craking and he knew the something like a wrist had to have been broken but he flet nothing. He didn't move from where he had fallen, just sitting and letting the salty tears fall to the muddy earth beneath him. KIMLIE! He shouted trying to reach his dead sister. He closed his eyes and let sleep, that seemed to be a result of the fall, take him.</font>
