Ragna-Rnnea

Myto Uttara’s beacon blue eyes closed for the last time. His small, limp body lay on his sister’s lap, her tears falling on his pale blue hair. “M-Myto?” she whispered, her voice quivering. “Myto? Myto! No, please! Wake up Myto!” She sobbed loudly, but no tears came; she’d already used them all up mourning for her father, grandparents and two younger siblings. She wrapped her bandaged arms around Myto in a final hug before leaving him on the bedroom floor and slowly making her way downstairs to the living room. “Mother…” she whispered. The figure in the rocking chair didn’t