• Prim was on her bed, at home. My death bed. . . she thought to herself grimly. She was too weak to move. She remembered what happened. She had been in dark form, fighting beautifully. Then she remembered the pain exploding from her head down. She had been hit. It was enough to temporarily paralyze her. Then she was hit in the neck. She remembered waking up after, at home, knowing she was going to die. Her time was almost up. Her gorgeous blood red hair was dull, as were her eyes. Her skin was cold and deathly pale. She heard someone walk over. Kino. Here to say goodbye? No. "Take this dagger, and kill me. I can only die at the hands of my true love." "Wha? Why?" "Because I want us to be together forever." She looked at him. The dagger in his hands looked lethal. It gleamed in the dim light. She gripped it. He held it for a few seconds, then let go. She raised it to his heart weakly. "I'll see you soon. . .my love," she murmured, then she stabbed him. He gasped then fell backwards, the life bleeding out of him. "I love you Primrose," he whispered, before he died. She was already dead, the shock and stress from killing him over did it. Their spirits joined, together forever, never to part.