Grandma checked for life signs 1000 times over, but there was nothing. She was truly gone this time. She sighed, her eyes suddenly turning into waterfalls, as she picked her up and placed her by her father's head, and nuzzled her gently.
"Sleep now, little one," she whispered. She looked up to the sky, and swore that for a moment one of the clouds took the form of a longneck, and she remembered her daughter. "Look after them both." With that, she turned away and headed back to the resting place.
"Papa Longneck, please just tell me what happened!" Bron begged, after telling the children to play nearby.
"Hades is dead," Grandpa answered. "The threehorn killed him." Bron was shocked to hear the news, and then realised that another adult was missing.
"And Mama Longneck?" Bron questioned. "Where is she?"
"Nahla cut herself deeply in the neck after seeing her father's body," Grandpa carried on. "She's gone to try and save her life. How successful she will be, I don't know."
"I'm sure Nahla will make it," Bron assured him. "She a strong kid."
At that moment, Grandma slowly walked up behind them, the only noise that alerted them being her thunderous footsteps. Bron's hopes were completely shattered when he saw her face. Her eyes were blooshot and glazed over, thinking too much about what just happened rather than focusing on the real world around her. She had nearly stepped on several other small dinosaurs on the way back.
"No..." Bron breathed. "Tell me it's not true!" A slight nod was all he got, and there was just silence afterwards.