Flamara? Impossible, no, no, it can't be. But she's so familiar, it's unbelievable.
And why does something tell me I won't like what I'm about to see...
Ara's movements were cautious as he followed Flamara (shogg it felt strange to call her that) through the room. Half a dozen pairs of eyes followed him, some familiar,some not.
Some he didn't know, who had arrived.
And some he did know, but who weren't there.
Ara blinked confusedly, where were Corby, Nathan, Leigh and Fish Boy? He was sure he'd caught glimpses of them here and there, but still couldn't make out where they were.
Then they entered the dark room, and a shivver ran down Ara's spine. This place felt wrong. Very wrong. Something in the air smelt bad. Ara stopped before they were even halfway into the room, refusing to go any further in, no matter how much Flamara coaxed. There was something wrong in that room, something bad, and he had no intention of getting any closer.
But then came a whiff of something familiar. A smell Ara had come to know well during the fights with the Shadows and with the army. It belonged to someone he had called a friend, someone who had saved his life more than once.
Nathan. Oh no. No no no no no no no. This can't be happening. Oh gods no.
Ashen-faced, Ara looked at Flamara, eyes full of disbelief and horror at what he was sensing. He didn't want to believe it, but the truth stared him in the face. And what an ugly truth it was.
"Nathan's dead. How? When? I don't understand, what happened? Who did this?" Ara took several steps back, eyes widening and breathing quickening by the moment, staring at some horrific vision only he could see.
"No," he said to himself, over and over, "No, no, this isn't right. This shouldn't be, this can't be..."
"What is going on?"