Whoa...when inspiration hits...it REALLY hits! Ok, here goes another chapter of this far-fetched story of mine!
This'll be the third chapter I've done today! I didn't even know my finger's could withstand that much typing!
Okay :::crosses fingers::: let's all pray this is gonna be good...
Legal thingie- Listen, Buddie, I'm in my early teens! You think I've accumulated enough RESPOSIBLITY
to own a cartoon? Didn't think so.

~*~Hidden World~*~
Chapter four-Meeting the Parents

"Get it out, Get it out, Get it out..." I kept on whispering. I'm in pain. Mind-numbing pain. I can't think straight.
It's cold, so cold. Everything's dark. Where am I? I can feel the world fading. Am I dying? Am I really going
to die? Please, then, make it come faster. I can't take it anymore. Please....
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"So what are you waiting for?! Take it out!" I hear myself scream and Amalthia looks at me helplessly,
"I can't! If I touch it, the same will happen to me! Only mortals and non-Faerie's can touch the dart."
I look at Helga, who's curled up into a ball and muttering to herself, I know what I have to do. Phoebe
rushes to her best friend's side, and so do I. I look at her and she nods, propping Helga's head up with her legs,
"Helga," I say to her, outstreaching the arm where the dart is, "I'm gonna take the dart out, It'll hurt, but not for long."
"I don't care." she whisper's, barely audible, "Just get it out." In one, swift movement, I pulled out the dart and throw
it aside. Helga shook violently and moaned, her breathing shallow. Amalthia grabbed her arm and took a look at it,
and I forced down a wave of nausea. The skin where the dart had been had grown blacker, and it had begun to
spread. Helga opened her eye's for a brief moment and smiled at me,
"Thank you, Arnold." she murmured. I smiled back and nodded. Just then, three people burst into the room,
flinging the large, heavy-looking doors open. I recognized them immediatly as...
The Pataki's?!?!?!
Yes, they were the Pataki's, gone through some major makeover. Bob Pataki looked 30 years younger, his
hair was pitch black and he was fit and trim with facial features that looked like they were sculpted out of rock
Mirium Pataki's hair has grown down to her knee's, brighter then the Sun, her glasses were gone, her eye's
were bright and she looked more full of life then I ever thought anyone could. Olga's hair is chopped messily,
shorter then mine, and her eye's are such a transparent blue that they're almost see-through. They're all dressed
in Mideval clothing made of some material I can't identify that shimmers and pools around them.
"Amalthia!" cried Mrs. Pataki, "My Daughter! What's Happened to her?!" Amalthia bowed her head low,
"Before she took us out of the Dream, Myrth hit her with a Faerie Dart, My Lady Queen. Luckily,
Prince Arnold has taken it out. However, the wound still requires your assistance."
"THAT SNIFFLING WORM!!!" Blustered Big Bob, "I'LL HANG HIM BY HIS HIDE FOR THIS!"
"Father, please, we've more important things to right!" Olga said sharply, pointing to Helga. Amalthia rejoined
the rest of us, "Back away," she told us, "This will be very powerful." we all did as she said. That Pataki's each
sat at one end of Helga's body, Amalthia went to them again and took the place by her feet so that she was completely
surrounded. They lay her arm across her chest, and looked down at her solomly. Bob put his hand over the wound,
Mirium put her hand over Bob's, Olga's over Mirium's and Amalthia's over Olga's. They began to say something,
but I'm not sure what it was, it wasn't like any language I'd ever heard, so I'm guessing it's Faerie. A blinding
light shone through thier hands and around the room. It was beautiful, like refracted light. It swirled around us all,
played an invisble melody...and...suddenly...I...remember.
I Remember.
I remember who I am, Prince Arnold, I remember Princess Helga of the Fay's, I remember my Parents, the King
and Queen, I remember my Royal best friend, Gerald. Every event before Helga dreamed her world. I know it all.
I turn to look at everyone else, and some look at me and nod, struck mute by shock. They all remember. I look
back at Helga, the light has died down, and the melody is gone. Helga is sitting up, taking deep, purifying breaths
of the air around her.
I glance at her arm, and, sure enough, there wasn't even a scar.
She got up, and other people enter the room. Rhonda's Parent's, Phoebe's Parent's, Nadine's Parent's....
I suddenly found myself looking and the two kind looking people that I've thought I've been searching for my whole
life, I catch there eye, and they smile, running over to me. When they both reach me, they pull me into a huge hug.
I sigh happily, complete for the first time, and let a tear slide down my face,
"Mom...Dad."

~End of Chapter Four~
Awwww....that was a sweet way to cut off a chapter. Okay, I think I'm gonna pack it in for the night, so I
hope you're enjoying my story so far! Keep on reviewing! I haven't gotten a Flame yet! (At least...I don't think
I Have...I Haven't checked in a while...) 'Till next time...Wishin' u
Luv
Life
Luck
n' Lafta
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