A/N: Yes, this is the prologue. Also, it is the worst chapter- This story was meant to house all of the random Lessa vignettes I have written, and the first part isn't all that great.

Disclaimer: Dragonriders of Pern belongs to Anne McCaffrey, not me. This is the only time I will post this in Fragments of Memory.

Lessa, Weyrwoman of Benden for the entire Ninth Pass, rider of golden Ramoth- the largest dragon on Pern for decades until that position was usurped by one of her many daughters, Starith- and, until recent years, when he had passed away, weyrmate to bronze rider and Weyrleader F'lar, lay dying in bed.

It was an unknown illness that had started months ago as a mere cough. F'lessan had urged her to get a Healer's opinion, but she had put it off until she had, quite literally, collapsed. And then it was too late. The illness had progressed too far to be halted.

F'lessan sometimes wondered if his mother had meant it to be that way. Lessa had been depressed since F'lar had been killed by one of the felines down south, several summers before. He had really been too old to hunt them- but he had insisted.

Those two were like that