31 Days of Spooks: Day 17

"Wren! Arceus, Wren, stay with me. Please!" The Flygon Paladin took his sister’s hand, scared at how cold it had become. She was pale now, paler then normal and her breathing was labored.

"Finch…I’m…sorry…"

"No, Wren, you can’t. What about your summons?’

"Please…take care of them…"

"I can’t. You can’t die. Fluffy, can’t you keep her warm?"

The bug settled on the Dragonair’s chest, but she didn’t know if she could do any good. The illness had gone too far. Wren was dieing and they all knew it. It was only a matter of how long until she passed away.