As Mercy stood over the volcano, memories rushed through her head. Memories she had long since forgotten since the day she was left alone.
"Please don't leave," a small dragonet cried. "You're all I have left of my-"
"Mercy, I am leaving. If you can't survive on your own, then so be it," an older dragon growled.
"But you're my sister! Mama always said that family sticks together, no matter-" young Mercy yelled, tears welling in her eyes.
"Mother is dead!" Mercy's older sister screamed. "She died saving you from falling into this very volcano!"
"Had you not been so careless, Mother might still be around!"
The memory ended, and Mercy sat in silence at top of the volcano, staring down into the bubbling lava her mother plummeted into all those years ago.
"I'm sorry," Mercy whispered.
"I'm sorry for everything."
Mercy turned around and saw her sister standing on a large chunk of igneous rock. "What are you doing here?" Mercy asked, confused.
"A wise dragonet once told me that a family sticks together, no matter what." Mercy's sister smiled.
"What do you mean?" Mercy asked, nearing her sibling who had been lost to her all her life.
"I f o
"I f o r
"I f o r g
"I f o r g i
"I f o r g i v
"I f o r g i v e
"I f o r g i v e you."