Three once more.
For one heartbreaking moment, she felt as if they'd do it again.
There were many things that had set them apart from the others on Three Sister's Island over the years, the least of which was the power they shared as sisters, decedents of the original three who made the island. But over the years they had stayed together, strong in their friendship and love unlike their ancestors. And as Fire stood over the graves of her sister, she let no tears fall, for it had been a full life that Air had lead. Her husband had passed on months before leaving their sister to find comfort in them and their children. Sighing, Fire dropped to her knees and placed her hand over her sister's grave, smiling softly as Earth joined her. They held hands and began to chant. For one moment, Fire felt the soft stirrings of warm air and thought they'd do it again. Be the three. But it died down and all that was left was a single fire flower. Her lips twitched sadly as she looked at her sister. There were only two left now, despite the many children that they had between them.
She stood and was met with the arms of her husband, her other half. Another smile graced her face as she thought of the trials they had been through. And the trials she knew he would face in the next few months. Her body was weakening, even if her magic wasn't. She, unlike those surrounding her today, knew that her time was as limited as Air's had been. Within the month, she'd join her sister in Summerland. And then there would be one.
She clasped hands with her childhood and adult friend, linked arms with her husband, and began the trek back to her house. It had been decided years ago that when the six passed on, they would be buried where they had finished their mission years before, on her cliffs. Before she entered her home, a gust of wind kicked up and swirled around the group, tossing her silver hair around her face. Smiling, she turned in unison with Earth and glanced towards the place where they'd laid the body of their sister.
No, she had been wrong. Both Fire and Earth threw out their left hands and sent a shower of sparks into the air. They would never be two. They would always be three.
A Flickering Flame by CountryOfAsh