(( 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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