After a stumbling, hard, exhausting and bloddy war against the shecrè clan, only 8 of the dragons was still alive in my army, i was one of them. my blood brother "Regitan" from training school at Recnaak (my home town) was there too, we where looking around for any surviviors... then i frose... my sister was lying there... cold...barely breathing and with spears stuck in her... i ran as fast as i could run over to her, falling on my knees beside her with tears in my eyes. "Sceina..." i said sobbing. "Sceina you can't die!" i shouted and picked her up. "s...se...semtex...? i... is that you...?" she barely said "d..did we win...?" "yes... we did..." i answered quietly while holding her hand "we won... but... youre lethally injured!" "yes... i can see that... you idiot..." she giggled... then she made a painfull face... she began to cry "semtex... my time has come... it's time to say farewell" "farewell!? b...but i can save you!" i yelled. the others scruidded to us "semtex what hap-... oh my..." regitan said "semtex...tell them i di..did my best... goodbye...i will miss yo-" suddeny she powered her grip around my hand...then she letted it go... "no... no! this can't be happening!" i yelled crying "SCENIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" i roared... and that's what it is to be a warrior dragon... it has only losses... lives getting wasted... and no bright sides...