Okay this actually a tribute to someone I loved that died during the weekend and I was very heart-broken by his death. To be honest he meant the world to me so I decided to write this crossover story as a tribute to his death. Enjoy!

Acute lymphoblastic leukemia- Sky's Illness

(Sky's POV)

It was times like this I hated the most. I was once again in my bed feeling extremely weak, tired, and fragile while having severe pains all over my body and burning up with another fever. Not even Eraklyon's finest medicines could lower the pain level and make me fall into a peaceful pain free sleep, nothing ever could. I am forced to stay here, resting as still as possible because any movement I make can cause another wave of pain to shoot through my body.

My parents were here with one of them on each of my sides. My mother on my left, my father on my right. Both of them had worried looks on their faces as the current healer talked to them.

"There's nothing I can do." Those were the most dreadful words they had to hear and yet they still kept hearing them. Although our kingdom has many high esteemed healers, none of them figure out a way to destroy the overwhelming illness inside of my body. After all of the healers in the kingdom said the same thing my father enlisted help from our neighboring nations to hopefully destroy the cancer, as humans called it, from inside my body while making sure no one in Alfea and Red Fountain knew about my condition. Every time a new healer said this my mother would break out into a sob, every time.

No exceptions.

I try hard to be strong and not let it get to me, I really do. But a few tears always managed to escape my tired blue orbs and roll down my cheeks. What's a seventeen year-old guy supposed to do when he sees his mother break down in tears when a healer tells her that her only child may die? Nothing. Just try to hold in tears and set your jaw determinedly and tell her that you're going to be okay and pretend to have hope that next healer will succeed in curing your illness even though you know you're only saying empty lies.

I flinched when I felt my mother's soft hand brush against my cheek to wipe away my tears. It was her way of saying 'You're going to be okay' even though she knows she's only telling me this to calm me down.

It took me a few moments to figure out that my eyes were still closed, no doubt because I clearly didn't want to open them to see my mother's swollen, puffy, red eyes and the unreadable expression on my father's face as he stared into space. There was nothing I could do to comfort them. There was no happiness to give.

Making a decision that I should at least talk to my parents I opened my eyes and slowly blinked a couple of times. My eyes were a special color according to my parents. They were the purest of blues of the morning sky in contrast to the pale piece of cloth my father placed on my forehead in an attempt to lower my fever. My mother is holding a handkerchief to her blood-shot eyes. No surprise.

However I was surprised to see my father's tears, they were rolling down his cheeks and didn't seem to stop. He was never the type to cry in front of people unless if something terrible happened to our family. Then I remembered that I was the terrible thing that happened to us. I felt horrible for doing this to them yet in my heart I understood that they didn't think that I had to be blamed for all of this.

"He couldn't find a cure huh?" I spoke out loud and quickly shut my eyes so that they would notice that I was trying to get their attention and put themselves back together. They hated whenever I saw them so distressed, well at least I know my father hates it. My mother doesn't seem too able to stop herself from sobbing and I can't blame her for that because I know this process is worst for her than it is for me.

I could hear a shrill, longing sob from my mother, no doubt my words had set her off. I sighed loudly and attempted to sit up on the bed. Attempt being the main keyword because I hardly had a good amount of strength or energy to lift one of my arms. The sudden movements alerted my father and he quickly hoisted me up so that I could lay against his chest.

In that small moment where his muscular arms lifted me with less effort needed made an old memory float into my mind. I was no older than five years old and I was playing in the castle gardens with Thoren while our parents watched us. I remember tripping on one of the roots of a tree and was about fall when my father caught me in his arms and spun me around while ignoring my protests for him to put me down while laughing. It was one of the happiest times my family had ever experienced before I got sick.

I opened my eyes again and blinked back the tears that were gathering inside them. The last thing on my mind is my parents seeing me sob. I gently laid my head against my father's chest. I felt him jump at the touch but after a few minutes relaxed and moved his hand to the left side of my face and gently stroked my cheek while placing his other hand against the hand I had on my chest.

My mother had already stopped her crying and now she and father were staring at each other deep in thought. I knew what they were thinking. Who was going to try to heal me next?

What was the point in trying to get another healer to try and heal me again when in reality there was no hope of me being able to live for a few more years? I lost hope after the fifth healer attempted to heal me. I didn't have the will to live anymore. I thought Eraklyon would be better off if Thoren became crown prince. But my parents wouldn't change their minds. They still had hope that there was still a chance the disease could be cured.

"Honey?"

I jumped when I heard my mother's voice snapping me out of my thoughts and I noticed that she was looking at me with a small smile on her face.

"Yes?" I said in a weak voice. My voice had changed ever since the fourth healer tried to heal me and hasn't changed back ever since. My parents told me that they would worry about my voice once the illness was cured. So basically that means I'm stuck talking with a weak voice forever.

"We'll find another healer and I'm sure he or she will be able to cure your illness. I promise you that we're not going to give up fighting until this disease is destroyed." My mother explained while running her fingers through my hair.

"I understand. But if they can't figure out a way to get rid of the illness you guys still have Thoren. He'll be a great king." I reassured them with a small smile.

My father nodded in understanding and leaned over to press his lips against my forehead delicately, a familiar act of affection coming from him ever since I became bed-ridden. I guess when you know that your only child is dying it makes a parent become gentle but I'm not going to know how that feels, I'm never going to have a child of my own.

My mother had already changed the cloth on my forehead and was gently stroking my hair with her cold hand to cool me down. I let out a sigh of gratitude before having a coughing fit that ended up causing my entire body to shake. My parents quickly became aware and were rubbing small circles on my back to soothe me.

After a couple of minutes I finally stopped coughing and laid back down against the pillows while my throat was burning. My parents were each holding one of my hands while watching me with concerned looks on their faces. I can tell I must've scared them with the coughing.

"I'm going to be fine. I promise. There's nothing to worry about." I comforted them as my father brushed some strands of hair out of my face.

"We know sweetie. We trust you. Now get some rest. Because as we all know…" My mother trailed off.

"Sleep fights cancer." The three of us said in unison.

I sighed before nodding my head. I was already worn out so they didn't have to tell me twice. My parents draped a quilt to my chin and kissed the top of my head before leaving me alone.

Once they left I let the tears I've been holding in flow down my cheeks. I knew I was going to die but I didn't think it would be so soon. Before I knew it I had cried myself to sleep.

For the next few months I'll be mainly focusing on this story because I do miss my cousin and I really wanted to do something for him. Btw this takes place in Season 5 and I really love Sky's new hair style. Read and Review!