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Cyr frowned... He heard wind... Increasing steadly, he blinked as he saw the events that unfolded... The Wind-child's sudden outburst... A tornado... Heading straight for the academy. He heard a deadly melody, played over and over... It was deadly, yet... sereneley beutifull.

Cyr's eyes suddenly snapped open, he gasped. Realising what was happening - he shot out of the bed, sprinted and leapt from the balcony, gliding to the ground. He had summoned energies inside of him that he didn't even know existed.

Perhaps it was the recent fighting? As if all that combat had unlocked some hidden potential...? Or perhaps, it was because he knew the girl was in trouble. She still reminded him of someone... He couldn't explain it - but he didn't want anything to happen to her.

He quickly sprinted through the main door of the academy, which was barricaded by magic - but Telekenetic magic, so Cyr could easily slip through it and close it on his way out. His eyes widened in fascinated horror at what he saw.

The tornado was heading straight for the school, he stood there, frozen to the spot. The terror was numbing - he couldn't describe it even if he tried. The music, softly passing through his ear as he faced what could be his doom.

He leapt up, flying freeley as he reached a good height, then dived into the eye of the tornado. He stood there, levitating. It was sereneley calm within the wind-like behemoth...

He closed his eyes, and began to focus... Trying desperateley to break the tornado up from the inside, yet his strength was failing him. His abilities falling short. Due to this, he was pulled into the outer sanctum of the tornado, and tossed back into the wall of the school as he failed to keep himself in the eye.

Cyr grunted, slowing down his impact as he moved towards the wall, landing on his feet, looking at the tornado from sideways. He blinked suddenly... His entire world was turning grey...

Not now... Murmered Cyr, as he toppled to the ground which, thankfully, wasn't too far below him.

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Cyr peered around the dreary streets of grey london. A child, he moved towards a playground - despite the weather, grey clouds looming overhead - children were playing happily.

Cyr sat at the edge of the playground, seeming to be pondering somthing as he held a leaf in his hand, he swear he saw it move... He smiled, as a familiar finger prodded him on the shoulder, he looked over - there was the elf Emma, mock-pouting at Cyr.

"Why are you sitting all on ya' lonesome?" The Elf enquired, cocking the wicked, toothy grin that she usually did.

Cyr rolled his eyes, "I just like to be alone." He stated, frowning.

The Elf tugged him lightly on the shoulder, "Oh, c'mooon." She said, as Cyr was relucantly dragged into the midist of the playground...

A fist shuddered into his shoulder as he was smacked against the wall, being held by the scruff of the neck.

"You know we don't want you here." The child said, malice deep within his black eyes.

Cyr mereley looked at him, grunting as a fist smashed into his face, he felt a tooth come loose. He looked up at the bully, grimacing, blood trickling from his mouth as he grasped at his wrist, trying to wrench himself free of his grip.

Another punch thudded into his face, then his stomach, and another... And another... Allways... Pain... Being socially outlawed... He had had enough of it... He had had... Enough...

"Enough!" The child bellowed suddenly, going into a rage and smashing the bully across the face with suprising force, sending the child sprawling back. There was somthing different in his eyes, which were now glowing with a bright blue hue.

He outstretched his hand, and lifted the child up with a telekenetic grip by the throat, and tossed him against the wall. And again. And again. Screaming with rage as the bully was helpless to do anything. Blood dashed on the cracked wall and painfull crys, gurgling as blood filled his throat.

Cyr stepped back as the last breath escaped from the child, the realisation of what he had done, what he had become... Dawning on him, he looked to Emma. Who's face was pale white.

"...H-Holy... Shit... Cyr..." She stuttered, fear in her eyes. She cowered away from him, Cyr outstretched his hand.

"Emma..." He said, his eyes pained and filled with sadness.

"Get away from me!!" She screamed, batting the hand away as she ran.

Cyr was left there as she faded into nothingness, the world around him blended into pitch darkness, emotional pain... He felt his spirit sinking... Police sirens... Flying... Flying... Soaring...

Falling.

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Cyr suddenly grunted as he stood up, letting out a pained roar as he smacked against the wall. Renewed with rage. He grunted, tears rolling down his cheek.

The tornado was getting closer now, Cyr levitated a few feet off the ground, his hair billowing in the wind as he soared infront of the tornado. Gritting his teeth. He was floating there, his eyes that same, blue hue. Glowing, radiance.

Defiance.

He outstretched his hands, and let out a scream. Tears dropping onto his bloodstained shirt. He sent wave after wave of telekenetic energy at the tornado, grunting as he kept on screaming in petrified rage. The Tornado was still spinning furiously, but it was no longer edging towards the school.

Cyr yelled, "I'M NOT LOOSING YOU!", his entire being engulfed with emotional rage. "Not again!"

Emotional rage and insanity.

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