Chapter 41: Fuzzy purple chair and pheonix poop

Amara rushed upstairs through the door that her father had placed in the demi-dimension so that only they could access it to speak directly to him. He used to be very involved in everything that happened in the arena, but over the years, he has become less involved in the game and it's players and more reclusive to focus on his pets. That's something that he liked to keep away from the games. He really only appeared when there was a need for his specific brand of theatrics. 

"Artemis? I need to speak to you!" Amara called out for her father with a frustrated voice. She raked her fingers through her hair. She pulled out a strand of her hair that had fallen out. This has been happening more often since she started this round. It was just too stressful.