Into Another World

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Gosh, I thought, Narkar looks even scarier than when she looked old.

Narkar was now young looking with a sharply chiseled face and a pointy noise like a witch's. Her black soulless eyes were now speckled with silver but were even more cat-like. Her cocktail dress was black-like her hair-and was a halter with no other deign other than a silver belt embroidered in dragons around her waist. Her bangs were in front of eyes and parted to one side while her hair, which used to be short like a guy's, was now down to her waist-straight with curls at the end. And her black hair was highlighted with silver.

“Whatever you do,” I whispered to Aron with a crazy idea that could save us from the wrath of the new Araba, “grab me tight around the waist like we've been making out for the last couple of minutes.”

“What?” he asked in amazement.

“It'll make her think that we're going out and we have, um, plans.”

“Like what?”

“Just do it okay!” I exclaimed a little too loudly.

I put my hands around his neck and his came around my waist and my plan came into place.

“Children, dears, this is not the place,” Araba said. “I have wonderful-”

“Oh no, it's okay. We were just um, what's the word Ar-ar?”

“Oh Jay-jay,” Aron joined playing along. “Don't be modest. Didn't you say experimenting?”

“Oh did I?” I said in my fakest humble voice while batting my eyelashes.

Aron smirked in such a way that it seem like he was smiling at my accomplishments.

“You two are such dears.” Araba said. “Come with me to my office and we can discuss why you're here.”
Aron grabbed me and we followed Ms. Narkar. When we finally got to her office-which was at the back of the cottage-she told us to take a seat and took a seat in her own throne like chair behind a bamboo wood desk that glowed the same disgusting yellow that her cottage was painted.

“So, what brings such a lovely couple here? Oh where are my manners, Jave!” she said as a man dressed in a black tux came in. “So tell me, what would you like to drink? Maybe something to eat?”

“Oh, nothing,” Aron said quickly.

“Oh, but I insist.”

I kicked Ar in the shin and said, “Before I say anything else, Araba, you look smashing! I swear even Arie is going ga-ga over you.”

“I am? I mean, oh yes,” Ar grabbed Araba's hand and kissed it. “You look beautiful.”

I could sense the disgust at me and Araba in his voice and quickly said, “Oh, Jave, get us some lemon-water and spiced potato. Now.”

“Jaya, you have the potential to be a great lady-like me.” Araba said giving her hair a tousle.

When Jave had finally brought us our food and a bottle of Wine from the 1^st Re'kar year, Araba said, “Let's get down to business. So what brings two lovebirds like you here?”

Aron, relived that all the ga-ga stuff was over, said, “I believe my moth-I mean father placed an order from your shop in Dakar We're here to pick it up.”

“Oh yes,” Araba said. “I put that away so it would be safe. I'll go get it. In the mean time, enjoy your food.” Araba gave a disgustingly sweet smile and vanished.

I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed Aron's glass and started chanting over it in an ancient language. But what was even weirder was that a door opened up and I felt it calling to me. I finished chanting, and dazed, I started walking towards the door. I heard a soft song singing in the same language that I had chanted in. I walked towards the door and Aron followed. Suddenly mists were all around me and we were in a totally different place.

“Ah'rina,” I said looking around the the lush green area. Aron grabbed my hand and said that he didn't like it there and that we should go back, but I just hushed him and ran into the forest that surrounded us. And he ran after me.

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[Vannah]

that women is again i say creepy.
Here' s a poem for her creepiness,

She is dark as midnight,
Closing out all light.
For she is like spiders or a shiver down your spine.
She is always feared even by the bravest of hearts,
with little more than ice for a heart.
She is the fear in your mind;
or your worst nightmare in the night.
She is feared and avoid by most any time;
even in light.
For she is a nightmare and your fear inside;
She is the lady of the night.