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Wind's view

I looked around, trying to find Killua. Where could he be? I ran to Gon and Killua's rooms. He would most likely be there right? I knocked and then peered in. No-one was there. I sighed and frowned. Where would he be then?

I clapped my hands and a maid came to my elbow instantly.

'Yes, hime-sama.' I twitched. I hated that name.

'Do you know where royal guest, Zoldyck-san may be?' I asked her. She nodded.

'He asked a maid for directions to royal guests Kurata's and Bandeer's rooms. Was there anything in particular you wanted to ask of them?'

I shook my head.

'No, I just wanted to visit them as they are my guests.' The maid curtseyed politely, murmuring another "hime-sama" thing and left. I ran towards Leorio's rooms. Maybe they would be there.

I burst into the room. A servant was there changing the sheets. He looked up with an irritated look until he saw my dress colour.

'Hime-sama! What brings you here?' he said in a panicked voice, smoothing his tunic and bowing deeply. I looked around the room feverishly, trying to find any place where Killua could be hiding. Then I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

'Nothing. Has Bandeer-san come here recently?'

'No, royal guest Bandeer-san had not come back from his rooms since yesterday.' He addressed to the floor.

'You may stop bowing.'

'Thankyou hime-sama.' I nodded curtly to him and ran to Kurapika's rooms. I knew better and knocked this time. When no-one answered I opened the door. No-one was inside that room either.

I went over to the bed and pressed my hand to it. The bed was still warm, although losing its heat quickly. I cursed in my brain. I just missed him! Where was he? He might know where Killua is! I needed to read that note, and Kumo had looked absolutely desperate!

I sighed and sat down. Think rationally. Where would he be if I was Kurapika? I thought for a few minutes until I bashed my forehead to my palm.

Of course! He would be at the palace records. He was too obsessed with his clan to not do that!

I started to get up until a stinging pain start to creep over my feet. I sighed and got the extra syringe from my pocket. I stared at the clear liquid sloshing about in there.

This was my last full syringe until tomorrow, where the one I had emptied a few days ago would have become full. Should I...?

I shrugged. Think of the consequences later. I injected it into my arm and put the syringe back into my pocket. Then I ran towards the palace records. It was close, not that far, and I soon saw Kemichi's father and I stopped to say hi.

'Do you know where Kurapika-san has gone?' He smiled at me.

'Hime-sama! Nice to meet you! Yes, Kurapika-san has locked himself into your own personal information records room. He brought the other royal guests into there too. I hope you don't mind...' I sighed in relief. I had gone to the right place.

'Thank you! Wait, my personal information records room?' he looked at me strangely.

'Of course. Your information network was so big we needed to give you a whole new room to fit it into, remember, hime-sama?'

Huh? Huh? When did that happen?

I smiled at the old man.

'Of course I remember! How can I not remember eh?' I smiled winningly at him. Pretend and act as if I knew what I was doing...

'Mhmm! Do you want to go in?' he asked happily.

'Yes. I think I have a key somewhere...'

I pulled out the huge ring of keys that I hadn't known I had before. Maybe some weird anime world thing. I stared at the hundreds of keys laughing mockingly at me. I swear they were!

'Err...' the old log-keeper immediately saw the problem and came to my rescue.

'Oh, it's the pineapple shaped one!'

Pineapple?

I sorted through and sure enough, there was a key that looked mildly pineapple shaped.

I knew I was obsessed, but not that obsessed... I thought as I stared at the key. Actually, thinking about pineapple, now I want to eat it...

I shook my head. Now wasn't the time to think about eating pineapple! Though maybe afterwards I could have a quick snack. I looked at the log-keeper thankfully.

'Thank you!'

'No problem, hime-sama.' He bowed deeply to me and I inwardly sighed. Might as well get used to being called hime-sama all the time... I stalked down the hall of records that had records since some random queen's time and went into the more secluded doors.

If my memory serves me correctly...

I reached a small door. I unlocked it with a loud click and went in. Then I closed the door and locked it again.

'Hey Kurapika! Are you in here? Killua, Gon, Leorio?' I yelled out. A blonde head peeked out from one of the shelves in the middle.

'Oh, Wind, it's you! We just sent Leorio out to find you!'

I grinned at the thought of Leorio running around trying to find me and coming back to see I was already here.

'Hey, have you seen Killua? Kumo said that he had a note that was for me...' Kurapika stood up and brushed his clan-symbol thing off.

'Well, it's here.' He handed me a note. I read it and frowned. Then I re-read it. And once more for luck (not).

'A group is trying to take over the country for evil experiments? That is so cliché, just too cliché...' I shook my head as I read it over again. I looked up and grinned wryly up at Kurapika.

'Sorry for getting you all into this mess. It's usually peaceful.' From what I've read at least.

Kurapika shook his head.

'No, we are glad to be here to support you. I mean, we're friends aren't we?' I whacked his head affectionately. I've only known these people for? How much? And they already trust me so much already. Maybe it comes from living in a more dangerous world.

'But moreover, I need to make sure of something.' Kurapika gave me a log. On top, it said Kurata/Kuruta

'Is Dusky really the survivor of my clan? I understand Dusketha isn't a common name, and you might not be able to tell me, but I highly doubt that.'

I frowned. It's still better if he doesn't find out if Dusky was a Kurata tribe clansman. Or he would go all overprotective. But there was another advantage. If he was persuaded that Dusky wasn't the other survivor, then he would have something else to live for other than revenge and getting the clan's eyeballs.

That sounds so weird... Getting the clans' eyeballs that is…

'No. She is not a survivor from that day. Because I met her in a hospital when she was six, and she had gotten brawled up in a street fight. And I had never left my home-country then.' I wasn't technically lying. I did meet Dusky in a street fight in my own world. And I had never left my country (on Earth).

Kurapika must have sensed the truth in what I said. He sighed.

'At least I know she's out there. I have something else to look for now.' I grinned.

'Yeah!' Then I heard a knock at the door.

'Hime-sama? I know you're there, but the council chambers wish to speak to you about the royal family of the black-elementals coming here to pay homage.'

I widened my eyes.

'Shoot! I don't want to listen to boring people all day again!' Kurapika chuckled.

'That's not the behaviour I expected of you, Wind.' I mock-glared at him.

'It isn't you who would be listening to old men who think they are better than you all day.' I heaved a sigh.

'I will leave you now to go to the delightful company of old men droning about the year's crop.' Kurapika rolled his eyes and waved me towards the door.

'Yes, yes. I'll tell everyone else that you've already read the note already. Be careful.' He said the last part with dark eyes, unlocking the door for me. I nodded, sombre again. Then I "swept" out the door. And nearly tripped over the person who had been told me about the meeting.

I really did glare at Kurapika this time, who was chuckling (quite loudly I must tell you). I shrugged and just hopped on my staff, which grew wings so I didn't need to walk to the council chambers.

I looked at the brat in front of me. He stuck out his tongue and kept on fiddling with the little scientific tubes he had somehow snuck into the council chambers. I breathed in and out. Must stay calm...

'Announcing, Prince Jared II and Princess Joy with their parents His Highness Jared I and his lovely wife Queen Jane.' The person at the door bellowed. I mentally laughed. They had a serious addiction with names starting with J it seemed.

The King and Queen nodded their head at us and sat in the seats next to the King that had been prepared for them. The princess (who was older that Jared II) curtseyed and sat demurely next to the Queen, every inch a princess.

I was stuck with the snotty brat. And I knew he was a brat because he had immediately snubbed me and was singing under his breath about how "everything was overrated", and "how ugly the girl in front of him was." Which happened to be me.

I glared daggers at him. He glared daggers back. His mother smiled at the King and motioned vaguely.

'And here is out little angel…' I spluttered and looked at the mom. Angel? '…Jared. Jared, come here are greet the King...' he stuck his tongue at me one more time, sang the song a bit more loudly and then turned to the King.

'Your Highness, I am pleased to meet you on this fine day.' He said in a sickeningly sweet voice. The King beamed.

'Such a polite and nice child...' he said to his mom. The dad nodded approvingly and tousled the brat's hair.

'That's our Jared.'

The little kid smiled angelically at his father until he turned around to talk to the king. His face immediately turned into a scowl and fixed his hair. I chuckled silently and he glared at me.

'What are you laughing at, ghost face?' I laughed a little harder then. Ghost-face? That was all he could come up with?

'Nothing brat. Just the person who is sitting across from me.' He seemed surprised I had talked back at him.

'Well, I don't like you already,' he said to me with a sniff. I stifled another wave of laughter which was coming towards me. He was really cute, with anime-little kid proportions. I tried to keep my face straight.

'The feeling's mutual, don't worry.' He looked surprised at what I said to him.

'Do you know who I am, nitwit?'

'Of course, brat.' He leaned closer to me, his face threatening, but his eyes clearly showed he was confused. He opened his mouth to (probably) make another "scathing" comment until...

'Are you having fun talking to her imperial princess, Jared?' His mother called over carelessly to him. He looked at me in shock.

'You're the imperial princess?' I smiled annoyingly and nodded. He scowled at me again but he put on his angelic face again and turned to his mother.

'We were having the most interesting talk.' He said in that sickeningly sweet voice. I shuddered. It was so innocent, it was disgusting.

'Good, good...' he turned back to me and started fiddling with the chemical tubes again. Then he looked up.

'You weren't what I expected you to be.'

'Well, I never expected you to be a brat.' I shrugged at him. He smiled.

'This is my first time being called brat.'

'Well, I'll call you brat until you prove to me you aren't.'

'I'm not bothered to.'

'Hey, it's you who's lazy, not me brat.'

'Can I call you hag?'

'No.'

'Then you can't call me brat.'

'I'm older than you, brat.'

'Of course hag. I'm only seven years old.'

'Brat.'

'Hag.'

'Brat.'

'Hag.'

I sighed and looked over to what he was doing.

'Hey, why are you fiddling with those test-tubes?' He looked at me strangely. 'Brat.' I added. He smiled and pointed to the test-tubes.

'You're pretty stupid hag, if you don't know my specialty is chemicals. I'm trying to find a formula that will allow the fire-controllers to control chemical fire.' I stared at him blankly. He shook his head.

'Are you really that stupid, hag? You know that Fire-controllers can't control chemical fire, just like how water-controllers can't control ice, earth-controllers lava/magma and air-controllers, smoke. That's mandatory knowledge.' He shrugged at me.

'Hello? That's old-people knowledge! You shouldn't even be in this level yet!'

'I'm a certified child-genius.' He shrugged.

'...Are you good at maths?' I stared at him.

'Of course.'

'…'

'…'

'I officially hate you now, brat.'

'Don't worry, the feeling's mutual.' He smirked back. I glared at him and opened my mouth to say more when the adults suddenly rose.

'I hope you're doing fine. Your highnesses.' The adults bowed/curtsied deeply to all three of us, and we nodded back. The little Jared (not the adult one) smiled up at me.

'I actually kind of like talking to you. You're better than all the others who talk to me because they want to have power.' I genuinely smiled this time.

'Me too. I have too much power anyway. Why should I want more?'

'That's what I thought.' He chuckled. I mock-swiped at him. He was already becoming like a little brother.

'Arrogant little twit.'

'Ugly old hag.'

I grinned. He grinned back until he realised his parents were looking at him. Then he put on a fake smile.

'I hope you have a good day.'

'You too.'

We nodded at each other and we went on our way.

What an interesting little kid. When I was young, I actually respected elders.

I stopped in my tracks. That sounded like an old lady. Don't tell me I was actually becoming an old hag?

I sighed and gave up. Who cares if I become a hag when I was at the tender age of eleven? I could just become young again when I was ninety-six. If I could live that long, that is...

That was a sobering thought, and I went on my way to listen to another council-man much disheartened.

Evil people view!

'Has the princess met the young prince of the black elementals?'

'Yes... She likes him too, it seems.'

'That is good. This means we can use the prince in our plans.'

'And even if our plan fails, it will also leave the black-elementalists without an heir except for that timid useless princess Joy.'

'This is perfect, a win-win situation. Let's get started now. Anyone know the Prince's personal butler?'

'The butler's too loyal. However, the maid seems to be in a financial crisis. We can offer her money and she will do anything.'

'Alright, we will commence our plan at dusk. It also suits our plans that the prince's room is full of flammable chemicals... Disperse. Doctor, I imagine you know what to do?'

Doctor Creed rose up from the chair.

'Of course. I give the operation and insert a drug into her system so that she has an 80% chance of not waking yes?'

'Can't you make the percentage higher?' The voice asked annoyedly.

'No, because then it would make it suspicious.' Doctor Creed said smoothly.

'Ok, do what you will. Go.' Doctor Creed nodded and left the room.

Wind's view...

After several really boring council meetings, I went to the kitchen just to unwind a bit. When I sat down in the little table at the corner, I felt something was missing. Without Kumo there, it seemed like the kitchen had become so much...less.

The other cooks seemed to feel it too, as they moved slower than usual. They smiled and waved at me of course, but the kitchen's atmosphere wasn't as cosy as usual.

My order of pineapple biscuits and some pineapple juice came floating up. Breezy smiled half-heartedly at me.

'How's Kumo?' I asked him. I hadn't had a chance to visit him yet.

'Not that good... It seems like the poison isn't dispersing for some reason.' Breezy sighed. 'Better get back to my work, Wind-sama. Bye...'

'Bye.'

As Breezy moped back to his place near the kitchen sink, I quickly finished the biscuits and left the kitchen, saying byes left and right. I yawned outside the kitchen door. No loud noises outside today.

It was late dusk, and the night was a dark blue. I looked out the window that was in the huge hallway, and sighed. It looked wonderful outside, with a breeze blowing the tree branches sideways and an orange glow to the right...

Orange glow?

Maybe it was a fire-experiment of something, and no alarm bells were ringing but I felt apprehensive. So much stuff had happened these days, and I just couldn't help but feel anxious.

I started running towards the glow, looking through the windows that were placed periodically in the hallway. I started to feel I was running too slow and hopped on my staff and urged the wings to grow and fly fast. The servants stared at me and started running behind me.

'What's happening, hime-sama?'

I ignored them and looked out the next window. A building was on fire! I frowned and turned a sharp right so I could go outside. According to the blueprint in my brain, that was where the black-elementalists living quarters were. Which meant brat and his chemicals were inside as well...

'Are you really that stupid hag? You know that Fire-controllers can't control chemical fire, just like how water-controllers can't control ice...'

Jared II's voice echoed from my memory. I swore loud and clear. Some of the palace staff gasped under me and reprimanded me of my language while still chasing me.

I used a hand and sent a huge gust of wind before me to open the main door. The doors blew open with a slam and I quickly swerved upwards and immediately went to the direction of the black-elementalists living quarters were. If the fire reached the place where the brat kept his chemicals, the fire-controllers wouldn't be able to control the fire!

Heck, I wouldn't be able to control the fire.

Yells were starting to become apparent, and I realised the alarm bells had been moving. But someone had dismantled the clapper, so that even though they would automatically move, the bells wouldn't sound out to alert the other people.

I took in the situation from the air. There were people outside trying to stifle the fire. I recognised fire-controllers and water-controllers working together. Earth-controllers were making barriers to shield the people who survived from the heat. Some people were creeping in closer to, presumably, save people inside. But they got beaten back.

The fire was dying down, with water pouring all over it and the fire-elementalists controlling it until suddenly, it flared up again. An incoherent shout sounded from people trying to control it but to my horror, two of them fell down. Then others started collapsing.

I immediately flew down. A fire-man, who was yelling orders to the others, noticed me.

'Hime-sama! Don't come here, it's dangerous!' I shook my head and looked at him hard.

'What's the situation? This is an order.' The fire-fighter immediately snapped to attention.

'The prince is still inside. He seems to be protecting a group of people who is stuck on the second level west wing. His flammable chemicals were on the second floor east wing. Most people evacuated, except for people in the West wing, second floor and third floor. The fire was in control until the east wing second floor got burnt. Then we couldn't control it.'

I rubbed my forehead. What could I do? I looked up and nodded to the fire-man.

'You did well. Please continue looking after the patients. I will take care of the people in there.'

'Yes, your highness!' His face was grim but he barked orders all the same.

'Abandon posts! Water and fire-controllers, try and delay the fire from spreading into the west wing! Others, take care of casualties! Earth-controllers, make more barriers, and try and strengthen the walls! Move!'

The people ran to their new posts. I strode up to the building. Some water-controllers were still standing near the fire, their skin dry and their arms straining. I passed them, but not before telling them a good job. They nodded at me, but didn't attention didn't waver.

As soon as I passed the last of the water-controllers, the fire's heat blasted into me. It didn't occur to me until now how deadly fire was. It wasn't always the tame flame that I see on candles and camp-fires. This was fire's other side.

'I'm going in. When you feel like fainting, immediately go back and get a replacement.' I told the last water-controller. She nodded and I took a deep breath. I put the staff in front of me, readied my air-barrier and ran in.

The place was hot and dry. There was practically no oxygen or water at all. My lips immediately began to crack, but even though the fire was starting to burn my barrier, it held. I instantly started to run in the direction of the West Wing.

As I ran and ducked random pieces of furniture, fending off the flames and sometimes taking huge gulps of air, I wondered how I got into these types of messes. I hurdled over a burning chair.

Is this because I angered my karma's mother in my previous life or something?

I finally reached a place where there was no fire. As of yet. I looked around and realised that I had somehow gotten on the third floor. And since there had been no fire, it meant that I was in the west wing.

There should be some people here…

I ran through the doors and eventually found a group of people huddled in a big room. When I slammed open the door, they had immediately looked up and backed away. Until they saw me.

'Have you come here to save us?' A man croaked out. I guess they couldn't see my dress colour.

'Yes! Are there any windows in here?' They all wordlessly pointed to a big window with a balcony, where there were several children. It made sense, as the balcony would have been the safest, if it didn't collapse.

'There aren't any air-users here, so we couldn't jump.' A woman told me. I nodded.

'I'm an air-user. Please follow me.' I went through the crowd until I reached the balcony. I knelt down to the couple of children. One was my age.

'Do you all trust me?' the children nodded. The one who was about my age looked at me doubtfully.

'You're my age. How can you be strong enough to lift all of us down?'

'But you forget I'm the imperial princess. Of course I can.' They suddenly looked at me.

Look looked at me.

'Hime-sama!' They all simultaneously bowed. I sighed. This wasn't the time of place now! I quickly made a platform of air outside the balcony.

'Stop bowing and follow my instructions.' They got up. 'Children first. Go on the balcony and step down.' The person who had doubted me before was first to go up. I saw him gulp. I could understand. Air was transparent. It was like asking him to jump of a balcony into thin air.

He stepped forward, and I saw his surprised delight at being able to stand on air. When they saw that he was standing on air, the other children scrambled up and stepped onto the air platform. I saw their amazed looks.

'Next, women.' The women came and stepped five at a time on the platform. I barely stifled a grunt. This was taking a lot of my energy.

'Men.' All the rest came up and when the last person had gotten onto the platform, I lowered them down slowly until they landed safely in the middle of make-shift hospital that they had set up behind the earth-controller's barriers. I nodded in approval when they immediately got fussed upon and jumped down onto the balcony myself.

Exactly beneath were the little prince and the rest of the stuck people. The prince was scattering chemicals into the fire that was just beyond the doorway, and the fire seemed to retreat and then come forward again until he threw another fistful of whatever he was throwing.

I noticed with worry that his pouch seemed to be running out.

'Hey brat.' He started and looked at me. This interrupted the process of him throwing the weird powder into the fire. The fire started forward hungrily, but I sent a huge blast of air so that it got pushed back. He looked in awe before his face settled in its usual sarcastic look.

'Everyone, step off the balcony. I have an air platform. Now.' I glared at all the weak-looking chickened out ones. They gulped and immediately went over the balcony and onto the platform. When the last ones were on the platform, I sent them down until they also landed in the make-shift hospital.

I tried breathing in and started coughing.

Not one of my coughing fits now… I had better things to do!

As I took a breath in (to cough some more) I realised the brat was still throwing his powder.

'What the heck are you doing?' I coughed out as I raced towards him. I pulled him back just as he finished throwing the last of his powder.

'I needed to make sure the fire wouldn't get to the people behind me. So I stayed behind until I was sure they were safe.'

'Does that mean that you didn't trust me brat?'

'Yeah, old hag.'

I thwacked his head and coughed. But I hauled him onto my staff with me and imagined us flying. Soon, we were making our unsteady way to the safe-place behind the earth-walls, just escaping the fire which roared behind us. How typical of anime… We drooped lower and lower, since pain was racing through my entire body, and I was coughing. How I hate coughing…

Then the little brat shoved something smelly into my face. Which stopped my coughing, sure, but nearly choked me to death too.

I spluttered and our flying steadied.

'What the heck are you doing?' as I spat the rest of the chemical tasting things out of my mouth.

'Can't have you coughing us to death now, old hag?'

'I just saved your life and this is all I get?'

'Yeah.'

'Argh!' I glared at him and we landed safely behind the earth-barriers. Immediately, we got swarmed by well meaning servants and thankful survivors.

I was trying to stay polite and worm myself out of the crowd when a shout came from the fire.

'We can't control it! It's getting out of control! Earth-controllers make a higher barrier!' I frowned as the people started to act more and more panicked.

'Stop panicking.'

Everyone stopped what they were doing immediately. I raised an eyebrow. This was neat.

Ha, being an imperial princess does have its benefits after all. It would be perfect if they didn't call me hime-sama all the time…

'Panic does not get you anywhere. Are all the injured being cared for?'

'Yes.' A person said from the crowd.

'I will take care of the fire. Brat.' I said imperiously. The little kid looked up at me, his face still streaked with soot. 'I trust you to take care of them. Think of it as an exercise for ruling people correctly.'

'Heh. An exercise? Too easy.'

'Let's see your results first.' I tousled his hair and he scowled, whacking my hand away. I shrugged, and started walking towards the fire, past the earth-barriers.

Then I sat down. I heard a scoff behind me.

'Weren't you going to control it?' Jared asked me. I scowled back at him.

'Be quiet brat. I'm concentrating.' Then I sat back, crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I breathed in and out. Then I snapped my eyes open.

I commanded the air to rush to the bottom of the fire, and push all the oxygen up so there was no oxygen in the first floor. Immediately, the fire in the first floor snuffed out. Now, only the two second and third floors were burning.

Oh, work, stupid earth. I still can't make a solid wall for my life but…

I commanded the earth to snuff out any random flames that might have escaped. Then I turned my focus to the fire on the two floors.

I made the air manipulate the fire until all the fire had accumulated to the third floor. I breathed in again and nearly choked.

I think my cancer was acting up. There was burning pain in my legs, my arms, my chest. I forced myself to calm down and continued to make the air control the fire until there was a ball of fire on top of the building. I heard amazed gasps. I'm sure it looked pretty, but it was sure hard to keep it afloat.

I distantly remembered Jeb saying that the more and the longer I used my powers, the less I had to live.

Well Jeb, it's good that I can have the operation whenever now, isn't it? I think I'm burning up the last remaining months of my life. ...Pun not intended.

The ball of fire was getting smaller and smaller, as it ran out of fuel. Sweat dripped down my face, as I screwed my eyes shut.

Just a little more… just a little more and I can stop using my powers…

The ball of fire was as big as the kitchen now. I breathed in and coughed.

Just a little bit more…

It was as small as a bed, but it was starting to droop lower and lower, where there were forests and other highly flammable material. People were gasping and exclaiming, but they couldn't do anything to help.

Just a little bit more…

The ball of fire grew smaller in size until it was a big as a tennis ball, then an egg, then to just a few sparks. Then it disappeared.

A cheer came up from behind. I heard it distantly over hearing my heart beating wildly. My heart seemed like it was about to burst. I collapsed. I couldn't even get up, the pain was too much.

'Hey hag, you did a good job… hag? Hag!' Someone shook me, and waves of pain seemed to beam and bounce around inside my body, intensifying until I think I saw the pearly white gates. Or maybe I was just hallucinating.

It hurt.

'Brat, that hurts…' I mumbled. He stopped immediately. A patter of footsteps came towards me, and a few familiar voices came into my ears. My arms seemed super glued to the floor, I couldn't even twitch them.

'Wind! What happened?' came Gon's worried voice.

'What else could have happened? The burnt house might be a good sign, idiot.' Jared's sarcastic voice cut through.

'Are you ok, Wind?' Killua knelt beside me and gently turned me over. I winced inwardly. I would have winced outwardly if I could have actually moved any part of my face.

I breathed out an answer. 'No.'

'I see.'

'Then why did you ask, stupid,' Jared said with even more sarcasm. I suspected that sarcasm was his way of dealing with fear. I heard Killua pause, as if he wanted to tell me something. Or maybe tell Jared something. But more footsteps suddenly went through to my ears. By the amount of air moving, I realised I must be in the centre of a crowd.

'Move! I'm the Imperial Princess's personal doctor!' I heard Doctor Creed faintly in the background. Killua's hands moved, replaced with bigger ones. It felt my pulse.

'She's in a bad condition. We need to do the operation right away, or she will die. I told her not to overuse her powers!' I heard Doctor Creed exclaim. A few people gently put me in a stretcher, and I felt myself being moved. I cracked my eyes open and I saw the crowd silently moving for the people carrying my stretcher to get past.

Killua, Gon and everyone else was following me, and surprisingly, Jared was too. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not screaming from the pain.

'Is she going to die?' Jared's childish voice came distantly through my head as I think I was being carried onto a transportation thing.

'Let's hope not, kid. Let's hope not…'

I couldn't hear anything else after that. It might have been the fact that I fell unconscious.

And saw Jeb waiting for me in the yellow-skied dimension.

Was that ok? The plot's going to move really really fast from now on! Nearly thirty chapters, that is really freaky!

^^ I hope you all review and enjoyed this chapter! Just tell me if anything was confusing, or boring, or unlikeable. Or questions of course. I'll try my best to answer them. =)

Now for the serious stuff. For some reason, I think my writing is getting into a slump. It's not the dreaded writer's block! Not at all, but I think that my writing has lost something. I don't know what! My writing style has changed so much, so I'm not sure. Maybe I'm taking the story slower or something. Should I take a break after next week? I'll like some other views, and you all are out there. Please give me your guidance! *bow*

So see you all next week! (I hope. My mid-years are coming up too… *sigh*)