Easy for you to say, she thought as the reached the house once more. You're not the one who just lost their parents. He was right though, it was needed that she stayed strong, but at the moment she was putting in a very weak effort to do so.
Climbing the stairs took a bit but soon she was inside her home in the study where the huge walls were painted and covered in the family tree that was her own. She sighed as she searched the walls for where her own name was. There it was, linked to her sisters and parents.
She muttered a few words and the five pointed silver star appeared under her parents names, signaling that they were dead. One day, her name would have that star as well, but she hoped not for a long time.
Walking to the opposite wall she hung up the gold and green blades on their hooks under her parents names. This was a wall that showed off the names of all the fallen Dragon Riders in her family. Over twenty hooks hung there, only one was empty at the moment. The one that held her name. There was one other white sword, one which her family had been honoured to have in the family. That family member though had died four centuries ago.