Ash: Okay all lets get started. I would like to mention thanks to Dreamflight4798 for doing Yumeì's spinoff and view of the ball. Read it if you haven't already! Well in the last chapter Shinoru was shot by an unknown archer-

Yumeì: A moment of silence please.

Ash: *irritated* I thought we agreed not to do that at least until the end.

Yumeì: I did not agree!

Ash: *shakes head* Whatevs. Anyways pandemonium broke out-

Yumeì: Yes, and I nearly got trampled by all those nobles! And they claim they're different from the middle-class in every way! Idiots!

Ash: Will you shut your trap!

Yumeì: I don't have a trap.

Ash: Yes you do! And now I will shut it with duct tape! *holds up a roll*

Yumeì: Okay, I submit!

Dream: Anyway, readers, read and review!

Ash+Yumeì: WHEN DID YOU SHOW UP?!

Yumeì's View:

Yumeì bolted to the oaken doors, fear swamping her senses. What the heck was going on? She had barely opened the door an inch when it crashed open, and huge crowd of people flooded past her. Yumeì squashed herself into the wall, shutting her eyes from flying hands and purses. She struggled past the crowd of panicked people into the ballroom. She saw on the other side of the ballroom, Shun crying out for medics before a lady's purse hit him in the face. He doubled over as a resounding crack echoed through the ball room. Yumeì flinched. His nose was most definitely broken. She took a step toward him when she slipped on something and crashed to the floor, face first.

"Owww!" she moaned, "That's going to leave a bruise."

She pushed herself off the floor and on to her feet. She began patting her dress down when she noticed the front of her dress was a deep crimson. She frowned. Her dress did not change colors. Looking around her she saw there was a small stream of the crimson stuff flowing from...somewhere. Pushing past people, she followed the stream toward the other end of the room, a small fear kindling in her heart. Was someone murdered? The crimson liquid looked an awful lot like blood. Yumeì shook away that thought. As Shinoru had said during the Meet, assassinations haven't happened since the House of Argentum, and that was, what, 200 years ago?

But even as Yumeì thought, her ears were greeted by a wail of despair and grief. Yumeì's eyes widened. That was Tabitha! Yumeì shot forward, not caring that she was bowling over important VIP's. Her sister was crying. That's all that mattered. Finally, she threw herself out of the crowd of remaining nobles, who had circled around a scene.

"Thank you for making way for the princess!" she said sarcastically, and made an exaggerated bow. However, nobody seemed to be paying attention. They all seemed to be engrossed by the scene in front of them. Yumeì grumbled, but stopped the moment she turned to see what had captured their attention.

Tabitha was covering her eyes, as though she was seeing something truly horrible. Shun was clutching his broken nose, but his eyes were distant, as though he was in shock. And Shinoru...Yumeì stifled a yell of shock. Shinoru lay on the floor in a graceful arc. His right arm was extended, as though he had tried to break his fall. An arrow jutted from his chest. Yumeì stood stock-still. The physics and mechanic freak. The idiotic, sly, and annoying clever boy. Her favorite brother. She swooped down and hit him on the head.

"Wake up!" she demanded, "Wake up you complete and total idiot!"

The nobles behind her shifted uncomfortably.

"Yumeì, he's not going to wake up. I'm sorry." said a soft voice. Yumeì whirled around to see Arentum's sorrowful face. A boiling pit of fury exploded in her stomach.

"What do you mean you're sorry!" spat Yumeì, "You hated him!"

Arentum's sorrowful face turned to a stunned expression.

"I did not hate Shinoru! I just-"

"Don't deny it, you despised him!" Yumeì snarled, her voice on breaking point, " You're happy he's-"

"Yumeì, enough." said Tabitha in a fragile voice. Yumeì stopped, but not because Tabitha told her to. She thought she had just seen something. She swooped down close to Shinoru, not caring she was getting blood all over her dress. She put her ear close to his mouth. At first she felt nothing then...a slight warm draft brushed against her ear. Yumeì felt dizzy. Could it...is it?

"He's still alive!"

Tabitha's View:

Tabitha's day had been terrible. Her ankle had twisted while dancing, her sister had stormed out of the ballroom, and, while she wasn't there, her brother had been killed. So to be told that your mortally wounded brother was alive was like a slap across the face.

"Yumeì," she said cautiously, "he's gone. He can't be alive. There's too much-"

Her voice broke.

"I suggest we get a medic to confirm." said Aren. He turned to the crowd of silent onlooker.

"Begone!" he cried, "Let this family grieve in peace!"

The nobles muttered and shuffled out of the room. Yumeì kept her ear to his mouth, as though expecting him to speak.

"Yumeì," said Tabitha wearily, "back away for the medic to take him to the medical wing."

"The medic isn't even here yet." said Yumeì stubbornly.

"Now he is." said Aren patiently. He stepped aside, and a harassed looking man with bushy, tangled hair pulled himself out of the grasp of a particularly large guard.

"What business do you have dragging me here?" he demanded in a squeaky voice. "I have people to attend to in the Medical Wing!"

"Well," said Tabitha, "You have one more."

The small man looked down and gasped, "The Prince!"

As though all his complaints were forgotten, he knelt down and quickly pulled out a tiny kit.

"That is going to fix him?" came Kel's voice. She sounded shell-shocked.

"Don't underestimate medicine." said Yumeì shortly.

The medic ignored the exchange and felt his pulse. A look of great sorrow came over him.

"I am afraid Your Highness..."

Yumeì growled, "He's not dead. He's still breathing."

She pointed at Shinoru's still rising and falling of breath. The medic simply shook his head.

"Since he was a perfectly healthy person, his body was not prepared to die. His heart may have stopped, but his brain may continue working for five minutes, and his lungs, maybe longer."

Tabitha closed her eyes before turning to the guards.

"Ring the bells. The Prince is dead."

Yumeì: *grumbles* Lovely cut-off.

Ash: What? It is a sad part.

Dream: She's just being crabby. Not enough sleep. Same with me, but I have an opposite mood swing effect with exhaustion.

Ash: Read and Review!