"He's in...her head?" I squealed, watching her fall. "Ara, do something!" I beeseeched him, clutching his arm. He knelt by her, opening one of her eyes, to see cloudy purple mist swirling in her eye. He let it close.

"There's nothing I can do."

"You have got to be kidding..." said Aarn weakly from the corner.

"Shut it. I still haven't forgiven you for that..." Ara growled. Aarn shrank back.

"So...Korma's in her head? Trapped?" asked my Author.

"It was your doing..." I snapped at her.

"Not me."


"I didn't trap him in there."

" does that work?"

"No clue."

"Damnit!" I yelled. Ara turned to me. He hugged me tightly.

"Stupid Author..." i snarled.

"You're beginning to sound like Ara..." giggled Aarn. I growled, and launched myself out of Ara's arms, towards Aarn." I stopped. In mid air. Woah.

"Flamara...?!" yelled Ara.

"Ara..." I said weakly. I began to fade.

"NO NO NOOO!!!" screamed Ara. His voice dissapeared, as darkness surrounded me.

The End

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