The dragon had crashed in a clearing near the Northern mountain of the dwarves. He was out of strength after flying for so long frantically. Talim's body was in his claws and he held her tightly against him with a deep love. Tarim was not ready to face the fact that his twin sister would not wake up anymore.
Out of desperation, he laid his head over her in an attempt to protect her, knowing that it was too late. "I was not here for you," he thought as he had an incredible feeling of failure, the guilt was killing him. Seeing his claws in the silver color and his scales now black, Tarim knew nothing would be the same anymore.
He spent his life thinking he would die at the same time as her like every other dragon, but fate has been cruel to him to separate him from his beloved and force him to survive through the mourning of the lost one. The pain was unbearable and he was unable to move an inch.
