THE PRINCESS KNIGHT (GRAYLU)

Chapter Thirteen: Reality

After my Father tells me he's worse he throws up blood. I quickly run and find one of the maids. When I find Mira she can tell by my face something is wrong.

"Mira... he-he," I couldn't even manage words.

Mira just runs down into his room and brings him into the infirmary. But all I could do was slide down the wall and pray that he gets better and hope that the Roe kingdom won't attack while our king is down.

Hours go by before I can even manage to get up without feeling sick. I walk to the dinning room and eat some fruit for breakfast. I did have a meeting with the knights in the meeting room later today around three. It's almost ten in the morning now. I have to get over what happened earlier eventually. He's not even dead yet.

That thought totally ruins my mood. I decide to skip my first meeting and practice my sword wielding. Instead of going today. I usually practice when something is on my mind. and trust me I haven't had a clear mind in awhile.

I brought out a wooden ride. I used for training. It's so the people of knights who wield swords practice. It's the best option. Usually people don't hit anything and just practice in the open air. As I practice I do all the moves Gajeel and Laxus taught me. I do side hits, left and right hits. I do the special moves. But then my mind drifts off.

And suddenly I'm back in the village. I'm trying to protect Levy on that fearful night. And then I remember taking a life for the first time. And this time it's someone different. It's someone who I might have to kill to stop this war. It's Gray. And suddenly I'm back in reality facing my sword. And the dummy that has a sword stuck to it. I sink to the ground. This war, my father, it's all too much.

"Lucy!!" I hear someone call.

I hear running footsteps as I come to see Mira. She looked so out of breath.

"Lucy your father finally woke up and he's asking for you," Mira said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

I stand up and pick my sword out of the wooden rode I was practicing with and I started making my way to the infirmary. When I got there I realized that it was almost his time. I can't believe I forgot how sick he was. And I can't do anything for him.

"Hey Dad," I smile as I took a seat in a chair next to his infirmary bed.

"He Lucy," he greeted through coughs.

"I'm sorry I never noticed how Ill you really were," I apologized.

"It's not your fault," he says.

"But it is!" I explain. "I should of payed attention to your condition instead of trying to find a way out of this war," I said truthfully.

"It's okay Lucy," he says.

It's silent now. I didn't want to argue with him.

"Dad why is this kingdom so bad towards its people and outside the castle as well?" I asked him.

"It's always been like that. But it doesn't help that I was taught to keep it that way too," he coughs.

"Dad I still don't get it," I said.

"I don't get it either. But why are you still in here? Isn't there another meeting?" He asked me.

"Yeah. But I didn't go to the last one," I confessed.

"Well you should at least go to this one," he said.

"Okay fine. But only because you want me too," I said as I left.

The thing is. The next meeting is tomorrow morning. It's only twelve at night. And the only time we have meetings this late is on Wednesdays. So I just decide to go back into my room and go to sleep. I ignore Daryl as he greets me before I enter my room. I open my door and once I'm in my room I go straight to the bed and I fall sleep.

The reality is I only seem to care about myself. That's why I never noticed how truly sick he was.

End of Chapter 13