Part 11- Philosphers stone

Rena blinked at the ceiling. She twitched under her blankets and immediatly sat bolt right up. "Excuse me? Can I help you?"

Iaso took a calming breath. "The philosphers stone. You. Carry. It." He gritted his teeth and swiveled his head to stare at Rena, almost daring her to say something.

Rena crawled back under her blankets. "I'm still tired. I think I'll go back to sleep."

Iaso ripped her blankets off, revealing Rena in her blue pajamas, curled up into a ball. It doesn't seem possible, but you never noticed the necklace, it seemed to be one with Rena and always there. Now, now that it could possibly be a philosphers stone, it seemed to be...

"Well? Is it?" Iaso's voice snapped me out of my thinking. Rena stretched her arms up like a little kid for her blankets.

"I shall never tell unless you give me my blankets."

Iaso hesitated. I nodded my head.

"Thank you." Rena said, situating the blankets over her legs and pulling them up to her chin. "Ok, I'll start at the beginning."

"No bloody or gory details," I inputted. Rena acknowledged this.

"Ok, I was born May 13, a friday. I was born four pounds and two ounces, thirteen inches long. Mom and Dad were taken aside and told that I had the equivalent of three months to live. My blood clotted, but was still fairly runny. My splean didn't work properly so I puked up blood, and my heart wouldn't produce enough blood to equal it out. The doctors said the only solution was for me to get a better heart or die. The solution? The philosphers stone. Due to equivalent exchange I still puked the blood up but, the stone bounded me to the world, I was a person, even if the stone ran half my life."

"So, the people used to make the philosphers stone... you allow them to keep your body intact by letting them rule half your life?" Iaso asked in disbelief.

"Yes. My whole life has pretty much been a lie. I wouldn't be angry with you if you guys wanted to stop being my friend."

"Rena-"

"I'm not finished yet. You can't be in such a rush to dump our friendship." She cleareed her throat. "When I turned three, I had a sister. Y-you guys remeber the grave right? That was her. She lived long enough to breath her first gulp of air."

I wish she wouldn't bring up her sister. Anything but that. She smiled in defeat and thuded into the sheets. "Of course, I love Mom and Dad, and you guys, Lucky and Marigold, and your guys' mom and dad, but sometimes, I just plain out wish I were dead."

Later, after dinner (Rena insisted she was feeling better and made us let her go downstairs for dinner. Get this: She can walk!), and we had helped Rena go back to her room even though she didn't want help, Iaso started a discussion with me.

"Sam, you know how Rena hads a philosphers stone?"

"Yeah."

"That means right now she's at her peak. She'd be best for fighting right now. We have to start training her! And you, being a quarter part philospher stone, you'd be good for fighting too!"

"Iaso? Do you know something we don't? There's no reason to fight!"

Iaso hung his head. "When I came to Amestrisis a year ago, it wa sto do research. I've told you this a hundred times before. I was studying the philsphers stone. Lucky can feel everything and anything, especially big souls. The one thing she's bad at was covered up souls. But, she picked one up. I figured that a philosphers stone would be best to stop it. We had one in our hands, but we didn't know how to use it. So, I went to study it. Being that you were part philosphers stone, I befriended you. I promised myself not to be actual friends, just friend."

He sighs, than leans on one of his knees. "Then, I met Rena. It's hard not to like her. She's likeable, optimistic, and you take pity on her because of her condition. Incidently, I was friends with you and her. It wasn't part of the plan, but it made things easier. Almost."

He stopped and leaned back onto his chair. Apparently he was done woth his story. It left an empty feeling knowing that Rena and Iaso both had pretty cool parts in their lifetime, and all I had was a good natured, know-it-all brother. Yippie.

Author Note: Glad I finally wrote that! Definately glad that I got that wrote down. *relieved of stress*