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(( WHY IS EVERYONE GETTING MORTALLY INJURED!?1/1one. D:. ))

Cyr grunted, opening his eyes and blinking. Pain washed over his body as he returned to consciousness. He quickly sat up, blinking with concern in his face. His eyes widened with worry.

"Where's Niola?" He asked, blinking as he tryed to move the sheets from him - but his broken arm stubbornly disallowed him. As he came into focus, he saw a girl around his age, her eyes were a hazel green. He hair was flowing and brown, and she had the pale look of an elf to her.

"Hold still." She asked of him calmly, smiling. He peered to her hands, they were glowing green, and were placed around his arm. He had seen this before, healing magic. There weren't many who possessed it - but there were a good number in the school.

Cyr sighed, lying back and allowing her to continue, grunting with pain as the shards rearranged themselves.

"So, who's this Niola? Girlfriend of yours...?" The Girl teasingly asked, smirking. Cyr blinked and shook his head.

"No, just a good friend and besides, she's... What, 13-14? That's a large age difference." Cyr said, smirking lightly. His eyes seemed less... neutral now, he felt relived. As if a burden had been taken off him.

"Aaaah." The elf said in understanding, nodding. "Well, you certainly saved our hides by stopping her."

Cyr chuckled, "What, am I going to be facing a marching band? Cheering crowds when I heal up?" Cyr said jokingly, "I'd prefer it without, to be honest."

The elf girl shook her head, giggling to herself. "But you'll certainly be respected a bit more around here once we rebuild." Cyr frowned as she said this, his eyes darkening suddenly as he began to remember what had happened.

"How many do you think are dead...?" Cyr inquired, sighing.

The girl looked away, sadness on her face. "I prefer not to think about it." She said. Truth be told, neither did Cyr.

Neither did anyone.

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snowgirl1235

((holy crap i missed TOO much. haha aw thanks Ben, for putting my name in bold when you were epiclly trying to fight oh, and srry kain i forgot u had problems of your own when cyr was trying to save niola. whoops, my bad.))
((While everyone was tyring to fight the wind barrier, Tara had blacked out, being hit by debris from the wind.))
She forcibly opened her eyes and saw sunlight finally after all this death. "huh?" she said as trying to lift her head, but she could guess that the tornado had vanished and everyone had been saved. ugh.. well might as go find the others..and.... PLUNK! she felt an excrutiating pain on her head, and blacked out again.

((hey guys, maybe the person that's controlling everone came and kidnapped me... is that okay??))

lokuri

((OOC: That sounds cool, Snowgirl. Like, after everyone thinks everything is peaceful...DUN DUN DUUUUN! Tara's been kidnapped! :O ))

***Flashbacks***

"Mommy, what song is that?"

Niola peeked in from a slightly ajar door, her eyes filled with numerous questions. Seeing her mother's smiling face, Niola merrily skipped into the room, allowing a velvet dress dance wildly behind her small frame. Despite how tiny she was, Niola was able to prance over swiftly to her mother's side, like a graceful cheetah cub. Lond, dark brown hair swept across Niola's face as her mother leaned downwards, offering a peck on her daughter's cheek. A shimmering flute comprised of silver now rested upon her lap, tired from the complexed piece of music played just a few minutes earlier. Deep blue eyes seemed to absorb the image of Niola in her mother's mind, as though she knew something bad was going to happen. Even so, a tranquil, loving smile appeared on her lips, causing Niola to respond with a huge grin.

"The song is called...Child at Dusk," Niola's mother finally replied to her child, hoping she did not yet understand. "I have been tweaking it...since the time you were born. I guess...having a kid of my own...inspired me to invent a musical composition of my own."

***Skip***

"This song...it can't be..."

Niola's mother stood outside the door of her house, a hand held to her heart. Quivering eyes gazed in awe and bewilderment at the scene before them, which nearly left the poor woman in utter shock. As though the person she was gazing at was both near and far, all her mother could do was watch as the disaster unfolded. The silhouette of her child stood in what appeared to be growing destruction of the village they inhabited, the only key to her identity being her high, pure voice singing a melody of doom.

"Is she really...?"

***Skip***

"Hey, hey! Mommy, can I learn this song as well? I wanna sing with you! Ah, does Daddy know the song too? We can perform together!"

***Skip***

Sweat began to drizzle down a young man's face, lingering in the air for a few seconds as his head bobbed back and forth. Still, a look of determination showed the strength and will of his spirit, which revealed a liveliness that transgressed the tiredness upon his features. Pearly white teeth flashed every now and then as his speedy fingers, like lightening striking land over and over again, raced across the keyboard. A grand piano held the keys in place, and the male pianist continued to play as he leaned closer, his bottom barely touching the small stool beneath him. Just as the piece neard the end, the music ceased to fill the air. Sickness and fatigue seemed to conceal his true age now, and the man collapsed to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he struggled to allow oxygen to his lungs.

"DAAADDYYYYYYYY!"

***End of Flashbacks?***

Niola rolled around in her sleep, the frightening clips of her memories rewinding and jumping about in her mind. None of them made any since, but they did manage to make her skin grow colder at the thought of reliving those depressing remnants of her past. After all, Niola had tried her best to erase them from her mind, or at least lock the away forever. She thought if she did that, the pain and suffering she caused so long ago would not repeat itself. Of course, now that it did, it really did not matter if they flowed forth and made Niola feel empty inside. The damage had been dealt, and there was nothing to conceal again. Most of the students would probably blame her, but it did not matter. Actually, Niola would prefer to be hated; that way, she would not lose anyone she truly cared about...again.

((OOC: YES! I found something to write about! Huh...I sure made this character depressing. xD ))

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snowgirl1235

((ha. exactly my thinking lokuri.))

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Jackarhius

Jack woke up next to the guy and heard talking, the man probably wouldn't have noticed him because he was smaller, and the man was also crushing his arm. "Oi, gerrof me!" He said to Cyr. Then pulled his arm out from underneath Cyr's body. "Hiyer' mate, I'm Jack Reid. Guy who helped you when you fell from't sky." He said in his Londoner voice. "I already know who you are, heard of you from some guys round ere' apparantly, your the one who killed Blake? Is it true?" He asked anxiously sitting down.

(Lololololololool, I are curious Jack, lolololololololol. Get it? Curious Jack, Curious George? Ah forget it....)

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Bloinx

((lol....))

Ben sat up. Tara! "Ahh maaannn...." He raced outside, and he realized he forgot Niola out there. He carried her inside and then went back out again. He looked around and saw a trail of blood going into the forest. Shit! where'd she go!?

He sulked back inside, and saw Cyr. "Hiya Cyr, you seen Tara anywhere?" There was a kid next to him, looking about 14 or 15, asking a lot of questions. "'Cause she's gone missing...."

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kain222

Cyr blinked, peering around at the people. He wasn't really assaulted by questions, but it irritated him, seeing as he had a killer headache from the battle just then. He nodded lightly, rubbing his temples in annoyance.

"Yes, I did kill Blake." He said, allmost with regret as he continued to rub his forehead. "And no, I don't know where Tara is. Now, could you please stop talking to me? Stopping a tornado with your mind isn't rather pleasant, as you can guess."

Cyr breathed in deeply, as the girl continued to heal his arm. Cyr smiled softly at her, then grunted suddenly. There was a loud crack, and a grunt of pain from Cyr.

"Nngh..." He muttered, trying to take the pain as his arm fixed itself back into place, the woman took her hands from his arm and smiled at him, tilting her head to the side.

"There, all done!" She said cheerily, before springing off.

Cyr then looked to Ben, his eyes concerned. "Can you not find Tara...?" He inquired.

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DeathByPumpkins

Siberius layed there trembling and slowly tried to get back up. He stood up and his wound sealed up instantly with stone. "Bastard..." said Siberius still feeling slight pain in his chest. He heard two people talking around the corner a ways away. ((That whould be you Ben and Cyr. ))

lokuri

((OOC: I presume Niola was place on a bed. xD
Also, I'm avoiding homework at the moment... ^-^; ))

***Flashback***

Niola clung to the obsidian robe around her shoulders, which was ripped and tattered in various places. Some of the raggedy edges were caused on purpose, the robe being too large for her hand having to be shorten around sleeves and bottom. Due to the sudden burst of heat, Niola had ripped the sleeves off completely, allowing a tuft of her white blouse's sleeves to be revealed. A crimson lace clung around the collar, falling into a loose bow. Frills at the end of the blouse coordinated nicely with her frilly black skirt, which stopped a few inches short or her knees. Such a peculiar look contrasted with Niola's features, which resembled that of an innocent child. However, years of torment had plagued her heart; Niola wanted to express such emotion suffering through her outer attire.

Her oversized, black boots halted on the road of which she walked. Harsh words had reached her ears, paralyzing her in her tracks. It was normal to hear dark rumors of the destruction Niola had caused as she continued to seek a place of refuge, but the words that began to spread through the air was...poisoning. As though her hand moved instinctively, Niola covered her mouth and shedded tears of sorrow. The idea to quickly flee from such a horrid town popped into her head immediately, yet she soon found that to be impossible. A group of angered and bitter citizens cautiously surrounded Niola, all bearing some form of weapon. Large men stepped closer to the front, ready to start a war with the shaking child. Trying to find reason behind their resentfullness, Niola's eyes finally fell upon a poster bearing her face.

"A wanted poster?" Niola thought to herself. Terrified, she felt her body collapsing beneath her, only for a hand to reach for her neck and haul her up. Eyes filled with hatred glared down at her, threatening to break her.

"No...this can't be...the end! I still...I still want to..."

"DEMON!" "Did you hear? She destroyed her whole village, including her parents!" "That child's a psychopath!" "That THING is NOT a child!" "Yeah, I agree!" "But...what if she isn't the only one?" "What?" "There might be others! They might...they might want to rule the world!" "Yeah right...I think she's just cursed!" "I'm serious! What if they want to rid all of those that aren't fit in their eyes?" "God...is this the end?" "She might be one of millions that will bring about the annihilation of the world! Apocalypse!"

"No...no...NO...NOOO...!" Niola tried to back away as tons of grimy hands reached forward, appearing more twisted and sinister than they really were. Backing away, Niola kept screaming, hoping someone would hear her. Still, the hands grew closer...nearer...growing before her petrified eyes...

***End of Flashback(s)! ...for now***

"NoOoOoOooOooOOoooOoo!" A startled nurse took a few steps back, shocked by such an outburst. Niola tried to see the look on her face, yet her eyes still failed her. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was in some kind of room -- a refuge, perhaps -- and that there were scattered healers running about, tending to the wounded. Pain finally shot through her, causing Niola to fall back onto the pillow and take in deep, shallow breathes. She was alive...barely. It seemed the others were okay, though she could only faintly distinguish them from the rest.

"Th-thank...you!" Her voice was low now, so she was not sure her appreciation had reached their ears. Still, Niola tried her best to smile warmly at them, her head now firmly pressed on what she believed was a pillow. After all, if it weren't for them, she...might have sacrificed more than herself and a few casualties.

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Bloinx

"No.... She was outside one minute, before we saved Niola, and gone the next. I also saw a blood trail leading into the woods." Ben had a headache. Tara's gone, Niola's injured. Siberius. Who knows?

"I need a break....I'll be outside, in the courtyard, if you need me." Ben walked out and sat on a bench, His head resting against a soft headrest.
Agghhh....Where could Tara have gone? She wouldn't have walked off herself, being hurt like that. Who would take her? Shes just an innocent student. She could fend for herself....maybe.

"Alright! I've come to a decision. I'm going to gather everyone up and we'll look for her! And why am I talking to myself..." Ben walked back inside.
"Cyr! let me know when you're ready. I'm gathering everyone up. We're gonna look for her."

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