(Warning: this is sad! I am a depressing person and that is what I decided to write about!!!)
Lira: 68

Lira sat at the edge of burgess, her home town in Philadelphia. She took a bite of a large red apple. Looking out into the ocean. Jack her now older brother flew down and landed beside her. She moved her leather bag so he cold sit closer.
"I'm sorry li. But you knew it would happen," he said watching her eyes flash to the bag again and brush her fingers over the Berk Crest.

Tears streamed down her face as she said good bye to him. His face looking the same. He handed her the light leather bag. The messenger bag was imprinted with the Berk crest, "so you never forget," he said. Lira hugged him tight before walking slowly and sadly out of the room. She heard a voice call after her, "When your ready Li, there is a letter in that bag. It's for you. But I only want you to read it when you start to forget. He kissed her quick and they parted ways.

Jack gave her a hug her head in her hands. The tears couldn't stop. Why would they? Jack left leaving his sister to grieve by herself. She remembered. Slowly she opened the bag and found the special pocket. Inside was a folded price of parchment. She opened and read slowly.

Hello there,
The angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue.
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Snow
If we want.
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas.
And in the night we'll wish this never ends,
We'll wish this never ends.
Where are you?
And I'm so sorry.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time.
And as I stared I counted
The webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides.
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight.
Don't waste your time on me.
You're already the voice inside my head.
Love you Lira,
Hiccup.