Part 6- Sickness

The palace was large and echoey. It almost made me appreciate the little town of Resembol. Lucky seemed to be able to fill up the whole palace by talking, singing, or dancing. Whatever you did you could hear her while she was sleeping, talking through it, I swear to god somebody had put that girl on drugs.

Iaso didn't seem to mind his sister, actually he filled up the palace with just as much noise as she did, playing with her, or snarling with Lucky's dog to see who got the dog toy. The whole house was chaos and the only time Lucky stopped was to consult her mother or father or when she was painting.

The girl had skill. Her painting was almost always accurate. The first week we were here she had been painting a bowl of fruit. This had worked out until Iaso had grabbed an apple and ate it- core, seed, stem and all- which had happened to be the only piece of fruit that Lucky hadn't painted. That earned him a free gift of being chased around the palace for twenty minutes by an angry Lucky.

Her mother was sweet, she didn't yell, painted with Lucky, sparred occasionally with Iaso while me and Rena watched. It was hard to believe that this women used to be a bodyguard, she was pretty, graceful, and tried to always look happy.

Iaso seemed to be glad to be back home, when he had first came here he had showed me and Rena the garden, the place that Lucky had spent forever growing. Lilies, daises, dragonsnaps, Camillas, and roses all lined up in a pretty order, a stone sidewalk throughout with different colored stones and a small pond in the middle.

Rena wasn't adapting well to the hot weather apparently, the odd fact is was that she didn't sweat. She shivered. It was so creepy, she slept with a bundle of blankets and all the windows closed in her room. A week after we were at the palace I began to notice that Rena had started to look pale.

"I'm so pretty, pretty! So pretty pretty!" sang Lucky, dropping flowers from the garden into different vases around the room, occasionally stopping to smell the flowers. "Pretty. Pretty, yes I am so pretty!"

Iaso was holding the basket of flowers that Lucky had picked so that she could come around and refill her hands and drop them into more vases. Rena had fallen asleep his shoulder, for like the fifth time that day, it was like she made his shoulder into her own personal pillow. Why he dealt with that was beyond me.

"Ok! Iaso, we need to go make Mom's painting room prettier! She will be so proud!" Lucky said, going on to continue her song. I looked at her dance and twirl around the room. Hard to believe she has kunai hidden under her dress.

One thing that didn't explain Lucky. "Lucky why do you wear Amestrian dresses?"

Lucky stopped singing right in between two vocals and turned to stare at me. "Because they're so pretty!" then she hugged herself and placed the last flower into a vase. "Ok. Onto Mom's painting room!"

Iaso pointed to Rena and mouthed to Lucky that Rena was sleeping. Lucky shrugged and grabbed Rena's arm lightly. She shook her, jerking her back and forth. "Rena wake up!"

Lucky's hand slipped down into Rena's. She jumped back quickly. "Rena! Wake up! Your running a fever!"

Rena's eyes fluttered and she looked straight at Lucky, her coal black eyes staring at her coolly before she turned on Iaso's shoulder. "No."

Lucky dragged Rena to her feet, making Rena's head slump down into her chest. It jerked back up and rolled lazily to her shoulder. "Let go of me."

Lucky did. Rena shakily stood upright before her knees buckled under herself and she fell face forward down onto the hardwood floor. Iaso crawled down from the seat he was sitting in, looped Rena's arm around his neck.

Lucky caught on and looped Rena's other arm around her neck, following Iaso to carry Rena to her bed. I looked back at where Rena had fallen. There was a pool of blood, bubbles floating on the surface. When I saw Rena being carried I hadn't seen her bleeding.

I sighed and grabbed a towel. Rena was sick, and not just sick. Super sick, ecspecially if she was puking up blood.

Poor Rena! I feel so bad about making her sick, but... well, it was vital to the story. Anyways, please review! Please, just click that button just below this! It's so simple! Please!

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