The Lucky Ones

Chapter Forty-Five: The History of the White Rain.

I sat in silence while a nurse walked in holding a tray of food. She set it down on my lap with a curtsy and left. I stared at the food.

It looked SO much better than the hospital food from the crash. This has a neatly made turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. On the side, there was a small slice of strawberry shortcake. I had a glass of ice water as well. I looked at the plates and smiled. They were all made of glass, and the silverware was metal. Not cheap plastic human hospital stuff.

I grabbed the sandwich and put it up to my mouth, biting it slowly. The flavor burst in my mouth, it was so good. The taste filled my mouth, and I looked at the sandwich in disbelief. "This is so good!" I managed to muffle with a mouthful of food. I kept eating the sandwich, enjoying every bite I took. Eventually I finished it, so I drank half the glass of water. I started to eat the strawberry shortcake, also enjoying the flavor. Once I finished everything and drank my water, I set the food tray aside and relaxed myself on the bed.

The happiness I felt was short lived once the memories of torture came back to my brain. I looked at the stitches on the front of me and sighed. I started to bite my fingers after remembering Hishoka tearing my shirt in half.

I wanted so badly to heal myself, but I couldn't use my magic for my own benefit. My magic was meant for other things, and myself wasn't included. I decided to press a little white button that alerted a nurse if I needed assistance.

A nurse came in the door, curtsied, and said "Yes, your majesty?" I replied "Do you think you would be able to find someone who could bring me some books from the Palace's library?" The nurse smiled. "Of course, your majesty. I'll do that right away."

As she left with a curtsy, I called after her, saying "Thank you kindly!" I looked out the window as I waited patiently for my books. I tapped my fingers on my blanket lightly.

A half-hour passed, and a man walked into my room with a satchel. He pulled five books out of the satchel and set them on the end-table next to my bed. He said "Here are some books, your majesty. I hope you enjoy them." I gave him a warm smile. "Thank you sir, I'm sure I'll find them quite interesting."

He gave me a friendly nod and went to leave, but I stopped him. "Excuse me, sir? I just wanted to get your name." He turned around and said "Oh. I'm Druka. It's nice to meet you, your highness." I smiled again, replying "It's nice to meet you too, Druka. I hope we'll meet again in the near future."

"I'd like that." he said, finally leaving the room. I grabbed one of the books and read the title. I spoke out loud as I read it. "The History of the White Rain... huh..."

I opened to the first page and started to read.

"The White Rain is a large group of Parclonians that do not believe in their own leader, Evil Darkness. The White Rain puts their faith in Light instead. They have existed over ten million years. They have existed ever since the different worlds were created.

The God of Fire and Justice created all these worlds, along with all of their people. He intended for each of them to believe in their leaders and no one else, yet he let some believe in others. Every group that believes in another leader has thanked him numerous times for him allowing them to live."

I kept reading the book, figuring out new information on the White Rain. Some of the facts were disturbing, and some of them were interesting and informational. I read at least a fourth of the book once Sans walked in, carrying something behind his back.

He walked over to me and looked at the book. He asked "What are ya readin'?" I showed him the cover. "Oh, cool. Is it interesting?" I answered "Oh, yes. It actually has facts about the White Rain that I haven't ever heard of before. I already read the first fourth of it."

He laughed and said "My little bookworm." while kissing me on the head."What's behind your back?" I asked curiously. He said "Oh, just a little somethin' to make you happier."

He pulled out a large bouquet of blue roses. I gasped, folded the page corner of the book, closed it, and set it aside. He handed the bouquet to me and I took it, sniffing the roses. "Oh my god, thank you! Where did you get these?" He said "Oh, you know, just from my Palace."

I giggled and sniffed them again. "They smell so good, I need this scent in a perfume or something." I spoke. He laughed again and sat down on the bed next to me. "I wanted to brighten your mood a little, so I surprised you with them." I tried to get up to kiss him, but it didn't work. He laid down next to me and kissed me, with me kissing him back.

"How's your back feeling?" he asked softly. I looked down and said "It hurts. Badly." He held me close carefully and whispered to me. "I wish I could bring your wings back, but that's impossible." I gave a small smile. "I know. I just can't believe they're actually gone..." He stroked my hair gently, saying "I know, baby. I know."

I soon fell asleep, and I was in a dream. I was in an underground lair, but it wasn't scary. It wasn't like the one in Parclo. It was well lit, and there were white tapestries with a golden sphere on each them. The spheres had wings on them. The figures were the symbol of Light.

This must have been a meeting of the White Rain. I stood in the back, watching the meeting take place. Several people were sitting in chairs, all talking to each other. There was a podium at the front of the room, but no one was standing behind it. As I looked around the room, I saw no familiar faces except for one. It was the face of the woman that freed me from Nileta and Hishoka. She was among the people, talking to two men and three women. But a few minutes later, everyone silenced when a man walked up to the podium. Once I saw the face of the man, I gasped in shock.

The man behind the podium was Druka.