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// Flam's Dream 
// Story: Arrows are Beautiful 
// by Voxyl the Game Dragon 
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Flam squirmed in his bed. He was sleeping, but not very soundly. Something was wrong. Let's take a look.

(Transition into Flam's dream)

Flim and Flam we're rolling about in money.

"We did it! We made our way to the top! Flim, we're millionaires! Flim?"

The mustached stallion looked up and saw his brother packing his things.

"Flim, what are you doing?"

Flim didn't answer. He strapped the cart to his back and began walking away. 

"Flim! Wait!"

Flam tried to chase after him, but was stopped by fire walls. 

He began hearing his own voice. But it wasn't him speaking. It was the fire.

"This is your fault," it said.

"N-no, it's-," Flam tried.

"You just had to pick a fight!"

"But-but, wait! I-"

"You'll never him again!"

Flam sunk to his knees. As the walls continued their verbal assault, he began crying. Soon he began agreeing with the walls.

"Enough!"

The walls were gone with a flash of magic. Flam felt a hoof on his back. 

"Flim?!"

He looked up and saw Princess Luna. 

"No, I am not your brother."

Flam suddenly got up and began crying into Luna's chest. She wrapped her hoof around him and let him let it out.

"It's all my fault," he kept repeating.

Luna back up and bent down to meet his eye level. 

"Come with me."

The princess began walking away, Flam dashing to keep up.

Luna stopped in front of a door. Her hoof rested on the knob. 

"What's this," Flam asked, drying his tears. 

Luna didn't answer. She simply opened the door and gestured him inside. Flam looked at the darkness inside before stepping through it. 

Suddenly the darkness was light. Flam opened his eyes and saw him and Flim's old juice stand.

The colts names were painted sloppily on the sign.

"Come and get it fillies! The best juice in Tailessee! 18 bits a cup!"

"This is our old juice stand. It was the first job me and Flim had. We had so much fun."

Fillies and colts were lines up at the stand, bits ready.

"It's also how we got our cutie marks."

Flim and Flam were talking to an orange filly with a whole lot of freckles.

"So, you and us, doll face. If you let us borrow some more of your dad's apples to make the juice we can split the money 75-"

"25!"

Suddenly a shimmer appeared behind the two colts. They smiled and put their flanks in the air.

"Their apples!"

"Mine's 75," Flam said.

"And mine's 25," Flim said. 

They brothers began their secret handshake. 

"Together forever! Brother for brother! Never alone! Apart, we suffer!"

The brothers hugged and went back to selling juice.

Flam looked back and saw Luna with another door.

"This one will show you what your future will be like without your brother."

Luna opened the door and Flam ran inside. 

The darkness faded and became a room. Flam saw himself laying on the bed, muttering quietly. 

"Maybe that one with this one- no!"

The dream Flam threw the papers everywhere. They fluttered down, joining the rest. 

The dream Flam began crying into his pillow.

"I need Flim," he whimpered. 

Flam took a step back. This couldn't be right.

"No. No. Nononononono! This can't be my life without Flim!"

"But it is."

Flam spun around and saw Luna towering above him. She turned tail and began walking away.

Flam reached for her, only to have his hoof slip right through.

"What?"

The room turned pitch black. Images of his future played all around him. But he only focused on one.

Flim was in a dark tuxedo. He levitated a black rose and placed it on a casket. He turned toward Flam and poked his head out the bubble. Flam saw tears running down his brother's eyes.

"This is all your fault! If you had never overreacted in the first place, the mare I ever loved would still be here! I never want to see you again! I hate you Flam! Do you here me?! I hate you!"

Flam reached for his brother, but was stopped by Luna's voice.

"Without thou brother, thou has lost sight.
Without thou brother, thou has lost might.
Brother is in a place, where he should not be.
But is in no danger, as you will soon see.
Brother has gone, to a place small and fair.
Go to this place, and brother will be there."

Flam shot up in bed. The poem echoed in his head. He sprang out of bed and collected his things as fast as possible.

He raced down the stairs of the hotel. He zipped past the counter and out the doors.

The moon his only ally, Flam began racing toward where he knew Flim was.

"Ponyville."

Luna smiled in the moon and gave him a beam of moonlight to light his way.

"Find your brother, hero. I know you can."