I HATE THE NEW FIREFOX!!!! IT TOOK AWAY MY CHAPTER THAT I WAS WORKING ON TO POST!!! AND NOW IT TOOK IT!!!!! I'M SO F&*@#$% MAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! AND NOW I HAVE TO TYPE IT AGAIN!!!
sorry. But I just had to post that. any way, onto chappie eleven. Again.
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In Loving Memory
The rest of the after noon was spent grieving for the diseased flyer. Most noticeably and emotionally, Petrie and Devon. For Devon, Pterano was the by far greatest father a son would ever ask for. He was kind and caring and understanding while his mean old father was everything but. He couldn't believe that he was gone forever from his life.
Same goes for Petrie. Pterano may have done alot of bad stuff in the stuff in the past, but he was still his uncle. And he knew what the word family means, no one gets left behind. No matter what they've done. And besides, after going after the so-called "Stone of Cold Fire," Petrie could tell by his uncle's eyes that he was sorry for what he had done. Not only that, but he could also tell that Pterano had changed majorly since his banishment.
Joe had also returned after hearing a loud scream for help in the trees. He came too late, but just in time to see what Pterano had done. He and everybody else stood on the beach as the full moon gleamed on them in silence.
"Tonight," Joe announced in his usual booming voice. "We bow our heads in deep respect for the loss of one of the bravest flyers I had ever seen in my day." He picked up his Night Flower that he had by his side and tossed it into the water. "We'll miss you, Pterano. Hope you have a great journey."
And so, every one paid their respects and said their goodbyes.
"Rest in peace, Pterano. Petrie was right about you. You
have changed!"
"I never thought I'd say this but, you were a good flyer. Always have been. You just couldn't see it before...and neither could I."
"Thanks Petrie's Uncle. Had it not been for you, we'd all be dead right now. Yep, yep, yep."
"Thanks for the stories, Pterano. They were great!"
"Yeah, what Chomper said. Thank you, Pterano. I'll miss you."
Petrie was the next to approach the Big Water, holding a Night Flower in his hand, just like everyone else. A tear fell from his eye. "I love you, Uncle." He tossed it into the Big Water. "I'll never forget you."
Devon was the next one to approach the Big Water, except he didn't have a Night Flower like every body else did, but a giant treestar full of them and tree sweets. "Pterano, not only have you've been a good friend, but you have been the greatest father I would ever ask for. So I made ya this casket. I was gonna give it to ya when we reach the Great Valley. But since you...passed on, I'd just thought I'd give ya this now." He tossed the casket into the Big Water, watching tearfully as it floated into the open. "I'll miss you, old flyer. Good journey..."
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Every one was now curled up in a fetal position, sound asleep.
Every one...except for a certain little flyer.
Petrie sat by the Big Water, watching the stars. He desperately wished this was all just a sleep story, like he could wake up and his uncle would be there by his side, smiling down at him the way a father would smile down at his son. And then they would embrace and he would feel that heartbeat of Pterano's that always calmed him down. After that, they would spend the whole day together, having little races of their own, fishing or just telling stories to his siblings, whatever it was that would make their bond even stronger. He sighed, letting more tears fall from his cheeks. Gosh, he missed his uncle so much.
"Petrie?"
His eyes widened in surprise, thinking it was his uncle that had called his name. He was so disappointed to find out that it wasn't. "Hey Devon."
The blue flyer sat by him, placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. "I know how you feel..."
"Poor Uncle, he never got to see the Great Valley again." Petrie sniffed, wiping and incoming tear.
Devon looked at him firmly. "Hey, look at me." Petrie did what he was told. "Do you honestly think that the Great Valley made him happy?" He almost slapped himself. Gee, what a wonderful way to put it! he scolded himself. Get a grip, moron! "Well of course it could've made him happy, but nothing could have made him happier than spending his last few weeks with his nephew." he chuckled a little. "In fact, I have never seen him so happy."
"You think so?" Petrie gazed up at the blue flyer with hope.
"I know so. Did you see how happy he looked when he called you his son?" Petrie had suddenly remembered the brief conversation he and Pterano had that stormy morning. "He missed you very much, ya know." Devon continued.
"He did?"
"Of course! He was practically talking about you
all the time! Even I couldn't get him to shut up about you." Devon sighed sadly. "He was a good old flyer, wasn't he?"
"He was. Petrie replied, also sighing sadly. He remembered what he had said about his uncle to his friends several cold times ago. "He act bad, but he still good. Some place inside."
Devon yawned, stretching his arms out. "We'll I'm hittin the hay. He returned to his resting place. "Goodnight, kiddo."
"Night, Devon," Petrie returned, before gazing up at the Night Circle. But the strange thing is, the Night Circle seemed alot brighter now and seemed to have some kind of halo around it. He smiled, for he somehow knew that somewhere up there, his uncle was smiling back.
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Awww! Reminds me of the Lion King! I feel so much better now.
RIP, Pterano...a Very Important Creature indeed.
Enjoy!
