Thank you PrincessGummyBear for reviewing, whoever you are! I realized that you (as in PrincessGummyBear) asked about whom Sam was trying to revive, so I'm going to slowly drop hints. I'll give you the first one: It's not related to Sam. Well, have fun guessing!

Chapter 5- Lucky, the star

We were almost late. Iaso had arrived in time for the train… about two minutes before it was supposed leave. Rena had fallen asleep so I had to push her off the bench to wake her up. She wasn't happy, and started yelling. Then we heard the train whistle and we were off running, me swearing under my breath. We actually made it on the train, seconds before it started moving, but, made it all the same. The train whistled again and it started chugging off. I swerved around to see the yellow striped wheels turning in sync. I almost lost my balance, I had figured I didn't need the crutches anymore and had just wrapped my bandages extra thick. It was slightly uncomfortable but, not that painful.

Rena grabbed my hand, which avoided my fall. She jerked back and we both stumbled on top of Iaso in the hallway. The passengers looked at us surprised and an elderly gentleman requested to be moved. Rena giggled and Iaso looked at her like she was suddenly announced she was using drugs.

We made our way to the back of the train, looking at the different people as we passed. Once at the back I sank into one of the seats, rubbing my ankle. Iaso plops down on the other side of me, a window seat and Rena sits down next to him.

I rustled through my bag, trying to find the Alkahestry book. I crack it open, which makes a small dust cloud practically float up in the air, and I begin reading the prologue.

"You know if you want to know Alkahestry, you should ask my sister," I jerk my head up to see Iaso staring at me, talking in almost a whisper. He nods "I guess not really Alkahestry itself… the basics; she made up her own set of rules for it."

"She made up her own rules? How old is she exactly?" Rena asked, tearing her vision away from the endless sand, dried grass, and old cacti.

"Seven…. Eight tomorrow."

"And the rules?"

"Made them when she was five, couldn't understand Alkahestry well enough so she did it as she pleased." Iaso said, looking out at the desert. Soon after that the train stopped for a few minutes so several people could get off at the town before the next that was before Dracmau. I could practically hear Rena fall asleep against Iaso's shoulder, it was that boring.

"He's here!" announced Lucky, jumping out of her seat. Ling squinted in the distant, sword balanced on knee. All he could see was endless desert.

"He is not here and if you give me another false alarm I swear to god I'll rip those little vocal chords straight out of your throat!" He said, tickling his daughter in the stomach. She laughed loudly, high pitched screams mixed in with them.

Suddenly she stopped and looked up. "He's here!"

Ling looked off at the distance, seeing desert again. Lucky scrambled out from her father's grip and planted herself firmly in the sand. She was bored of sitting still on a bench waiting for her brother! And on top of that Daddy didn't want to go alone, so she had volunteered to go along- huge mistake.

Being that she could sense souls she was like an extra sensitive toy, picking everything up in a fifty mile radius. Ling had only brought her along because he knew she would be able to pick up Iaso's soul right away. Now she was just messing with him.

"Listen, if you're not going to do this right then I'll just pick you up and carry you right on back to the palace."

Lucky nodded absentmindedly, patting the soft dirt with her hands and drawing with her fingers. "I understand Daddy. Oh, and he's here."

Ling looked out once again to the desert, seeing the puff of smoke whirling in the air slightly. He looked back at his daughter who hadn't even turned her eyes towards the train. His daughter was truly extraordinary

"Rena wake up."

. Rena mumbled something in her sleep and repositioned herself against Iaso, her head sleeping awkwardly on his shoulder.

Iaso called her name again, poking her head with a finger. She shook her head slightly, yawning, before she woke up and sat ramrod straight. "Did anyone else feel that?"

"Umm…. What?" I asked, looking around for some kid that might have dumped a bucket of water over her head.

"I don't know, it just felt off….."

"Lucky." Iaso said, looking out the window. "When she senses a soul she sends a warning almost, trying to figure out what compounds make up the soul." He pointed out the window to a girl outside the window, drawing in the sand.

"That's her."

"She's cute," I said, looking at her long black hair done up in two French braids, ribbons trailing to her knees, blue eyes wide and hopeful, a dress the color of light gold swirling around her in the rough breeze.

"Hiya, Iaso!" Lucky and her father said together, waving. Lucky hadn't even turned around. I rubbed my temples, if they could be heard through inch thick glass, how does the mother have sanity? Iaso smiled at my doubtful face, picking up Rena hand and pulling her after him into the aisle. I followed after. Outside it was dry heat. There was no breeze, like there was a second ago so Lucky's dress fell limply to her side, no longer blowing in the breeze.

Lucky attacked Iaso as soon as he got down from the steps, which meant Iaso, Lucky, and Rena fell. Lucky and Iaso's father picked them up and pulled them both into a tight embrace. "I love you guys so much!"

I watched Rena, a small tear falling down her cheeks. And I feel I'm the one to blame.