Divided RP:

[Freya]

As Wendy walked down the hallway, she thought much about the guy she met in the library. This was strange. She'd never met anyone before in the library. She could smell a strange scent in the air, it wasn't the cold scent she normally felt, which was always around her, but something... dangerous.

"You're just getting paranoid, little girl", she muttered to herself. That had to be how it was: All the cold air was freezing her brain, she couldn't think clearly anymore. There was no point in thinking about something so irrelevant as meeting someone in the library. Yes, that had to be how it was. Absently, she nodded to herself and didn't recognize the person passing her by.
Wendy tried to walk faster so that she didn't feel the cold air anymore, but it had been useless to begin with. She always tried her best to not freeze, although she knew she'd tried many times and it was never warm here.

The hallway was a long, every now and then she saw classrooms on both sides, as well as notifications hanging at the walls. There were some students searching for others to learn with, some wanted to help the students who couldn't handle Ice Magic... Wendy stopped in front of that one. Her face showed a grim expression as she read it.
Student offering help in casting Ice Magic. If you've any problems, just ask me. You'll find me...
She didn't read any further, but suddenly grabbed it and teared it apart. She left the torn paper on the floor, not caring about it anymore - and went on, as if nothing had happened.
It was normal for her to not like people offering help. She was a person who wanted to be left alone, though she needed help. There was no way she could possibly learn something under these conditions.

Thinking about everything and still angry about the paper she just teared apart, she bumped into someone. She instantly faced the person she'd bumped into: A young man, looking like a soldier, all dressed in red. He wore a red bandana and his eyes showed the same anger as hers. As usual, he was very tall and Wendy had to look up to him.

"I-", she started her apology, but the strange man broke in on her words.
"Little girl, have you seen Master Glarrel?", he asked. His voice was harsh, his words sounded like a command. Wendy felt that he was used to giving commands, he knew how to make someone fear him. She shivered, but tried not to show it. She felt her face getting warmer and warmer - she blushed.

Absent-minded, she grabbed her skirt and tried to pull it so that it covered her entire legs. She always did this when she was nervous.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I haven't seen him today. I'm currently on my way to his classes in casting Ice Magic...", she stumbled, looking to the floor.
The strange man moved, but she just heard it. Then she felt him grabbing her.

"Which classroom?", he asked. "I need to find him. And you'll help me!"
Wendy shook her head, hardly knowing what to do next. She didn't trust this man, she had to escape - but how?

"Classroom... 203-F...", she mumbled, without noticing that she did it. When she realized what she'd done, she yelled "Wait!" but the man had already disappeared. With her mouth still open, ready to shout loudly, she stood there, watching the long hallway that seemed so friendly now. She felt the cold breeze around her even more intensly.
Perhaps she'd just dreamt it. Yes, she just imagined a man asking for Master Glarrel. Again, she nodded to her self, not noticing that someone tapped her on shoulder...

[Ulteka Mako]

Nathan took a large drag from his cigar as Riian explain the questions that he had asked. All this information was stunning to him. But as Riian spoke of this Drasna more and more, it brought back thoughs from the past when his Kung Fu master was telling him of a school that sounded just like Drasna. But the school sounded darker and could preform what Drasna could do and much more.

As Riian kept explaining, Nathan heard a voice from the distance. Nathan and Riians' head shot to the direction of which the voice was coming from. It was a man wearing a long cloak and he had brown hair that blew in the wind. Then Riian spoke to the man after he got up to them. It was as he thought. It was a teacher of Sol.

"Thank the God of Fire. There is someone alive besides us and he is a teacher of Sol. This is f**king awsome!!"

Nathan took another drag from his cigar and then started blowing smoke rings at of happieness. Now all that they needed to know was what they needed to do when they get to Drasna.

As Riian explain to the Professor Veralow what had happen, Nathan just paced back and forth and smoked on his cigar. Then Nathan stoped after he heard something. A very familare voice. Then he looked over and seen the black haired girl in a distance on a mountians' cliff. It was Nizuka. What the hell was she doing here again? But then as Nathan looked up to see if it was really her again, she was gone.

"How strange."

Nathan took one last drag of his cigar and french inhaled it, then droped it on the ground and looked toward Professor Veralow and Riian.

"So... Are we going to kick some ass and go to this Drasna place, are we going to sit here and cry about what we should have and didn't do? I vote on changeing it to doing something about this sh*t now. Who is with me?"

Nathan just waited for the two men to answer him. Nathan was only a secound year at Sol, but it was now his home, and if you mess were my home is, then you have to deal with people of the home. Nathan was ready to be one to deal with.

[KeybladerXIII]

"It can't be helped, Suin and Sol are finished," Felzen thought as he sat on a ridge overllooking the colleges, lighting up the night like burning stars. He had nowhere to go, so he walked....just walked. An hour ago, as he left the smoldering wreckage that was once his home and place of study, he could've sworn he heared voices coming from the Sol college. He heared the word Drasna muttered on the wind. Yet, Felzen didn't care. He just didn't. He would find out who did this on his own for now. If he met up with someone later, then he would join them, but for now, he had to do this on his own. Besides, he wasn't much of a people person.

"High-Mage Vis'aren....who could've dared to take you," Felzen thought as he continued his way down to the forest, his forest, opposite Mt. Suria. As he approached the tree-line, he saw to his horror that the putrid magic had taken control of the forest, and twisted it so that instead of its calm, welcoming presence, it exuded a deadly and dark aura.

"This smells of Drasna, but even they wouldn't destroy such a peaceful place. Someone else did this. Whoever was in that shining black armor, they did this to suit their own twisted desire......damn them."

Felzen treked across the dreary woodland, noticing the animals, dead or in pain, and the creek that flowed past which was now black and full of dead fish. trying to ignore these horrid sights, Felzen heared a noise, that of chanting. He crept ever so carefully to its source. He eventually came to a clearing, where he saw a hooded figure, kneeling in the middle of a symbol carved into the dirt. The magic the figure was summoning caused bits of bark and grass to float about. As the magic swept towards Felzen, he almost gagged at the stench.

"Whoever that is, they are not welcome," Felzen thought as he took out his tonfas. As quick as he could move his feet, Felzen struck out through the darkness and slammed the conjuror's face between both tonfas and struck them to the floor. The spell was ended and the stench subsided. Felzen walked up to the figure and ripped off the cloak.

[Imposter]

‘‘Now being in Drasna territory I was slightly relieved. The trip here was less than nice to put it simply. Sailors can be very piggish! Whatever though, I think they got more of a shock than I did. Anyways it wasn’t until I arrived at the school that things began to unravel.’’

The entrance to the school was open, damaged beyond repair. When Zipporah walked into the place she found herself amidst a slew of corpses. It seemed as though someone had attacked Drasna and didn’t leave anyone standing. Zipporah gasped and tried to stop herself from being sick. The sight was horrifying. She had never even heard of such damage before. Something didn’t quite fit though. The mana flow seemed unchanged. No scarring from the land being damaged or from the many bodies around her. She walked through making her way towards the main offices. All along the way the scene didn’t change, bodies lay all over the ground lifeless. When she could Zipporah called out hoping for a response.

How am I ever going to get rid of this without Drasna’s help! This is terrible.

Sadly her selfish desires began to overcome any sympathy for the carnage around her. To the point where she missed seeing the figure sneak up behind her. Suddenly she felt a change in the mana flow but it was too late. She felt herself being lifted in the air. An unseen force wrapping around her and hindering her from doing anything, panic began overtaking her now and she cursed herself for getting caught up in her own selfishness. Helpless she was taken into the main offices and into what may have been an audience chamber. The room was dark and she couldn’t make out anyone around her. Without warning she was released from the bond and a voice called out to her.

“Who are you and where are you from!? You gotta be pretty stupid to wander around a place like this oblivious to others.”

“Hahhaa, but what would you expect from a girl!”

“Excuse me!!!”

Zippy couldn’t stand the voices trying to boss her around. With her new found rage sparks began to course around her body, dancing madly over the ebony armour encasing her. She lifted her axe into a ready stance.

“I’ve got no problem frying you two in here, it would only take about one bolt to break this building down. I better appease your curiosity though. The name’s Zipporah, formally a student at Fize. You definitely pissed the wrong girl off today guys!”

“Quiet!”

The room quickly lit up and Zippy found herself surrounded by many students. One man stepped towards her. He had authority despite his young looking appearance. His blue Mohawk parted to the right and his numerable piercings on his face.

“So concludes class for today, it would seem that our guest doesn’t appreciate the fine art of illusion as much as we do. Class as per your required assignment the illusions need to be maintained for at least another ten hours. Class dismissed!”

Without a word the many of the students teleported out of the room while others walked by Zipporah chuckling at her. It didn’t take long for her to blush as she figured out what had happened. She looked at the man in disbelief.

“So all of that wasn’t real? Isn’t that a bit mean to be doing to those coming to the school!!!! What’s wrong with you?! I thought the whole school was slaughtered!”

“Please relax, and allow me to introduce myself. I’m Vaughn Gunir, a teacher here at Drasna. How might Drasna be of service to you Miss Zipporah?”

Zipporah began recounting her tale to Vaughn Gunir, just as she concluded a group appeared beside. It was made up of mostly children and one younger woman around Zipporah’s age. With tears running down her face she talked wildly to Vaughn. Who seemed almost totally unfazed by whatever she was saying except that his eyes began to become watery. Zipporah stepped back not wanting to eavesdrop. With kids sobbing also, Vaughn looked to Zipporah and spoke.

“Our college is quite large and it appears that a small band has attacked one of our dormitories to the west. Let me explain something to you, your reasons for coming here cannot be adequately dealt with until these fools have been disposed of. We teachers aren’t expendable enough to go save the day, and it isn’t the way of Drasna. We must keep watch in case another attack takes place. However a student from another college like Fize for instance is much less precious.”

Zipporah could sense concern in the man’s voice despite the rudeness he used to explain the situation to her. She didn’t appreciate the fact she was being looked down upon. She paused for a moment before making her decision then shook her head.

“I’ll go.” She repsonded quietly.

With that Zippy rushed out of the room and towards the west dormitory. Alright times to get serious, lives are at stake here including my own. C’mon Zip, let’s impress the spectators so they’ll help you with your own problems.

As Zipporah neared what was once the dormitory she stopped taking a moment to catch her breath. She slowly moved closer toward the dorm unsure of what she could be walking into her axe brandished.

[Lucid]

As Solan ran down the long hall towards the exit, he played Riian's words over and over in the back of his mind. How could Master Julio's magic been so useless against the black-haired mage? Just who was this person and what did he plan to do? The thought sent chills down his spine, but the evening sun warmed him as he pushed through the double doors and made his way outside. The air was still thick with smoke from the attack and as he looked back towards the college, he wondered if it was really okay to leave Marcellus and Riian there. No, he shook his head as he thought to himself, they'll be fine. He then continued on down the path away from the college and headed towards the forest.

He wasn't sure how long he had been running, but he was out of breath by the time he made it to the edge of the forest. He stopped by the side of the path and leaned against a tree, hunching over as he tried to catch his breath. He definately wasn't used to running so much at once. When he was finally able to stand up straight, he cautiously entered the dense forest. The path was wide and welcoming at the entrance, but the further in he went, the narrower the path became, and the once bright sun overhead could now only be detected by the slivers of light that were able to penetrate throught the thick leaves. Solan shivered, not only because of the sudden chill in the air, but because of how eerie the forest had now become.

He hadn't been walking for too long when he noticed something else strange. Despite the forest being home to many different types of animals and birds, it was unnaturally quiet, as if every living thing had disappeared. There was also a heaviness in the air that seemed to bear down on him, like something was watching him. A snap from behind caused him to turn in surprise, but there was nothing there so he brushed it off as just his mind playing tricks on him and laughed at himself as he continued on.

A few minutes later, Solan heard a rustling from the trees up ahead. Something was headed towards his way, and fast. He held up his staff and stood in a defensive position as he waited for whoever or whatever was headed for him.


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Hyzenthlay & Lucid Joint post (Riian & Marcellus)

"Riian is it?" Marcellus asked as he crossed the room, the silence seemed to amplify the swishing of his robe as he walked. "I know there hasn't been a good time for formal introductions, but I'm Marcellus." He gave a small smile as he held the tray out to Riian. "I...I made some tea. It's not much, but it should help to calm your nerves."

He was still a bit upset with Solan for leaving him behind, but he was going to try and make the best of the situation. Maybe he would even make a new friend. Even so, he wasn't looking forward to searching the college for survivors. He didn't have a problem with wanting to help people, but he just didn't think he could bear to see anymore corpses. Thinking about it now made him feel like it wasn't the first time that he had seen so many, but he knew that notion was absurd since he never remembered seeing so many dead bodies like that in one place.

Riian glanced at Marcel and shook his head gently. His body ached from nerves and his mind was tired of thoughts. Yet Marcellus and Solan seemed so calm. Even to the point of making tea. He looked at Marcel nodding and smiled weakly.

"Thank you... Marcellus. Though, I think we should go soon. The night is setting in and if the temperature drops too low my WarmHeal won't work." Riian looked at his hands with a slight smile. A beautiful orange glow emitted from them.

Healing spells were high spells, normally only mastered by trainee teachers and mages. So WarmHeal and HeatAid by Sols terms were far too advanced for Riian. Yet he had picked them up with no effort at all. Almost like he had inherited them. He took a cup of tea and sat back, closing his eyes. The steam of the tea ran up his nose gently and the smell raised his spirits.

Marcellus nodded as he sat the tray down and took a cup of his own, holding it between his cool hands for a moment before taking a sip of the sweet, honeymint tea. The liquid quickly warmed him and helped to clear his head, but it also made him become more uneasy, like there was something important he had forgotten to do. He had begun to feel a lot like that lately, even to the point where he felt like sometimes there was another voice in his head trying to speak out, but it hurt too much, so he always tried to suppress it. No point in thinking about it now though.

He looked out of the window at the setting sun and hoped that everything was going well with Solan. The forest was no place anyone wanted to be when it got dark, but he knew that Solan was plenty capable when it came to taking care of himself and others. Still, he was worried. Something in the air just didn't seem to sit right with him. He took another sip of tea then sat the cup back down on the tray.

"I guess you're right. Better to get it done before it gets too dark," he said, looking back over at Riian. "Are you feeling well enough to lead? I'm not really familiar with the some of the areas of the school yet."

Riian opened his eyes briefly and looked over at Marcel with, at last, a wide smile. He nodded and sipped his tea.

"I'm ready to help my friends. That's all there is."

His smile faded as fast as it had come as a lump caught in his throat. Some of his friends would almost definitely be dead, if not most of them. A storm caught his eye as his gaze shot to the window. A vast rain cloud carried towards the college from the north. It seemed to settle directly above the building before dispersing. Riian shook his head and looked back to Marcellus placing his tea back onto the tray.

"Perhaps we should move, then? I didn't much like the look of that storm, let alone the night." He stood and stretched his arms.

"Storm?" Marcellus asked, hesitantly looking back out of the window, but saw nothing. Maybe he had heard Riian wrong. He turned back to Riian and nodded, picking up his staff that was resting against the wall as he made his way to the door.

Once out in the hallway, Marcellus looked left, then right down each hall just to make sure they were clear. A nearby hall light flickered unexpectedly, causing him to stop, his heart catching in his throat. Realizing what it was, he gave a sigh of relief. He didn't know why he was so jumpy all the sudden, but then again, the old school always did sort of gave him the creeps, especially when it was dark.

"It's a bit dark out here, but it looks safe," he said to Riian. "Should we turn on all the lights, or do you think it might attract unwanted attention? I could just use my staff..." As he finished speaking, the orb on his staff began to glow with a small, but bright white light. It lit the area around them, but made the darkness beyond the light seem much more sinister.

"Y...you go first," he stammered timidly.

They then slowly made their way through the college as they searched for survivors.

[Freya]

Wendy was shocked. Only shocked about the boy who'd run into her. She'd been so much into her own thoughts that she didn't notice him approaching her. All that had happened a few minutes ago rushed through her head.
The boy in the library. The fact that she didn't find the book she searched for. Walking in the hall. Meeting the strange person asking about Master Glarrel. And now this boy running into her.
Wendy shook her head and ignored the helping hand he offered her.

"What...-", she started her question, yet didn't finish it. The boy wasn't what she expected him to be. She thought he'd be a stranger for sure, but he wasn't. He looked like a student of Cro. And as he was offering her a hand, he had to be.

Nevertheless, she crawled backwards on the floor to avoid him, carefully paying attention to not letting her skirt ride up too much for him to see her panties. That would be the worst case. She didn't even want him to look at her.
Her eyes narrowed as she noticed he'd blushed.

"Pervert! You're a pervert!", she yelled.

[Ulteka Mako]

Nathan stood there in the woods listening for any sighn of movement. He kept on puffing on his cigar and stay calm. The wind started blowing and it carried voice of chanting. Nathan knew of what kinda chanting it was. It was of a spell. Not any spells he knew of though. This was a different magic.

"So... I guess you have been looking for me. Well... I have been wanting you to find me, but only when I was ready for you to find me. It took you long enough."

This voice was coming from behind Nathan. He knew of the voice. It was a light and delicate voice. It was a femals voice. It was Nizuka's voice. Nathan turned around with both katans in his hands and smoking away on his cigar. When he was fully turned, he saw the face of Nizuka and smiled a slight grin. He was calm, but excited. More excited then anything. Nathan knew that this was coming from the first time Nizuka showed up in his room the night Sol was attacked. Ever since the attack, Nathan had a feeling Nizuka had something to do with it. But he didn't want anyone to know, because he wanted to take care of it. He wanted to take care of her. Now his chance has come.

Nathan: "So... You were with those people that attacked Sol? I kinda had a feeling after it happened. So you are apart of the school Drasna? Why did they attack Sol?

Nizuka: "You are so stupid Nathan. Mabey you should cut down on smoking that grass. It kills brain cells you know."

Nathan: "Your not in the position to be giving advise. Do you know how many people died because of you and Drasna?"

Nizuka: "It wasn't Drasna that attacked Sol. It was Wila. I am apart of Wila college."

Nathan: "Impossiable... Wila was destroyed so long ago. Everyone in the college was killed. They are gone."

Nizuka: "That is true that Wila was destroyed. But, some of us survived. Very few at that, but some are still around. I am one of those few and I am stronger then ever. We are all stronger then ever. Do you honestly thin that the worthes scum of Drasna could do that much damage and make a whole school vanish from the very world itself? Thats why I say cut down on that grass. Your looking pass the truth and not waying out your options. But it seems like someone survived from Sol. Now you have to die."

Nathan: "You bitch... Your a not part of Wila. I just think that you are trying to cover up the fact that Drasna is apart of all this and you are trying to protect them by sayng Wila has come back from the dead. But it is not going to work on me. But in any case, you are still going to die.

After all this was said, Nizuka started to chant word that Nathan heard why the wind was blowing. The words sound so dark and evil. Then the ground started to shake uncontrolably. The trees was swaying back in forth looking as if they were going to break from how strong the wind was blowing. Then all around Nathan and Nizuka, hands started busting out of the ground. They were grabing the land and pulling themselfs up. It was 30 or 40 undead men and Ninja attire. They all had Katans and throwing stars. There eyes were bright red and the part of the faces that were showing were cut deeply along with there attires gashed and ripped. Nathan still stood there with his cigar in his mouth, puffing away and griping his katans tightly. He was ready for whatever.

Nizuka: "These are Ninjas from 400 years ago. They were killed going by the honor that comes with being a Ninja. They died for that honor. Atleast they thought. They were all betrayed and are very pissed off. You are what they are going to take there anger out on. Have fun."

With this last saying, Nizuka vanish with teleporting just like the ones that attacked Sol. But Nathan could not worry about that at the moment. He had other matters to take care of. The army of undead Ninjas were closing in on Nathan. But Nathan was ready. His Cigar was done and he was nice and stoned. Now he was ready to kck some ass.

Nathan: "So you guys have a grudge? Well I am sorry for that and I can't help what happened to you in the past. But you guys are going to take this out on me. So I am going to have to send your undead, bad breath, skin falling off, ancient asses back to hell. So I hope you enjoyed being back."

Then Nathan ran toward one of them with his Katans and slashed an X shap downward cutting the undead Ninja in half.

Nathan: "One down and 29 to go."

Nathan ran back and forth slashing and burning dead ninjas back and forth. He was enjoying this. He finally was getting his hands dirty. It was the first time he got to kill anybody since he joined Sol. He was loving killing these bastards, even if they were already dead. Nathan then looked around and notice there were five of them left.

Nathan: "Sorry about having to do that to all your buddies. But its not like it was the first time you seen them get killed. Ohh... I am sorry... Did I go to far with that one? Well you guys can talk it over a nice glass of water. Oh my bad again.... I forgot they didn't have ice water in hell. You guys should look into getting some. You all could make a killing down there with that stuff. Well it was good talking to you guys, but I am starting to lose my high, so see ya later."

Nathan then pulled out a cigar that was already rolled earlier and put it in his mouth. He snaped his finger and a little flame appeared on his right index finger. He lit the cigar and then with one hit of the cigar he blew out some smoke of a smoke ring with an X in the middle.

Nathan: "X marks the spot. Inferno Tornado!"

With saying that with both hands thrusted outwards a giant flaming tornado engulfed the last remaining ninjas, turning them to dust. Nathan then put both Katans in their shethes on his back. He took the cigar out his mouth and blew more smoke out and started coughing.

Nathan: "Damn thats some good sh*t."

Nathan then started walking through the woods of Sol in search of Nizuka once more. He still had to go to Drasna, because she was apart of them and they attacked Sol. He had to go to his Kung Fu Master Hyrue first. He would know of what to do. Nathan was determined to bring this to an end. But he would need some help.

[KeybladerXIII]

"Ah s*it, there goes my chivalry."

Felzen uncovered the cloak to reveal the face of a young girl, about his age. "Ah well, that's what you get for messing around in my forest. You'll hurt when you wake up, that's for sure." Felzen searched for anything that would label her as an attacker, but there was nothing. She didn't wear black armor and the magic she conjured didn't linger as the dark magic did in Suin and Sol.

All she carried were some scrolls written in some strange language that Felzen didn't understand, yet they seemed familiar. "Hmmm, I think I saw something like this in that Rune class I took a year ago, not that I could read them anyway.....what a waste of my time that class was," Felzen thought as he came upon a leather bag hanging on her belt.Inside where some precious stones and about 500 gold coins. "You won't be needing these," Felzen smirked as he put the bag in his pocket. As he did, his fingers brushed against one of the stones, causing it to suddenly glow.

"What heretic magic is this!?!?!" Felzen yelled aloud as he felt a burning sensation crawl up his arms. "You must be Drasna, no earthly stone is imbued with a magic this foul, you Bi@#$!!" Felzen kicked at the limp body of the girl sending her down the hill to the edge of the river. The burning magic made its way through Felzen's veins and went to his neck. As Felzen prepared for the worst, the pain suddenly stopped. The burning feeling was gone and Felzn stood there, shaken. "What just happened??" Felzen thought as he got back on his feet. "I feel......anew. The earth doesn't feel locked up and inactive to me anymore, but the foul magic still soaks it. Let me try something."

Felzen went to a clearing, in front of the cave entrance to Drasna's domain, with the girl's body over his shoulder. He set her down at the cave entrance and stepped back. Focusing on his magic, he raised his hands and lifted them to the sky. The rock around the girl did the same.

"YES!! I HAVE CONTROL AGAIN!!!" Felzen took the rock and wrapped it around the girl's body, putting her into a makeshift cocoon. "There, when you wake up, Drasna can take you back. But not before I look around a bit in your domain." Leaving the girl, Felzen crept into the Drasnian cave.

"Hmmm, It appears her stones have allowed me control over the earth that has been corrupted. That's good but, doesn't that mean Drasna magic flows through me, ugghhhh. When this is over, I'm going to have a chat with those heretics."

An hour passed, and Felzen found no sign of Drasna. He saw buildings, probably for colleges and dorms but not a sign of anything or anyone, save the chirps of the occasional bat. The smell was horrible, yet still not as bad as the magic corrupting the land around Suin and Sol. As Felzen walked, tired and hungry, he heared something. Many somethings. As Felzen quietly walked through a large opening in the rock he found himself in a huge cavern. The glory of it was quite beautiful, but Felzen took no notice, as he saw before him a sight that made his blood freeze.

Thousands upon thousands of beasts, in all horrible shapes and sizes. Every possible deadly creature was in that cave, and many Felzen would've never believed existed. Huge behemoths with twisted horns, disgusting writhing beasts with mulitple eyes, and long slimy worm-like...things were only a tiny amout of the twisted abominations, all unique in their own nightmarish ways. However, Felzen noticed three things they all had in common. They were all dormant, as if under a sleeping spell, they smelled as bad as the soldiers in black, and strange runes covered their bodies like tatooes. The markings glowed an eerie purple. Felzen recognized that the runes were the same as on the scrolls that girl had.

"Wait, I can make some of it out....We...Weli...Wila....argh, the beasts are too far away, I can't see. Forget the investigating, I need help. I have to get back to Sol, hopefully those people I heard are still there. If they are Sol students, I think I know how to reach them."

Felzen ran as hard as his legs would carry him. He made his way back outside and ran toward Sol college. As he ran through the forest, he started his magic. He sent his manna through his feet and into the earth, shaking the crust in a shockwave. The shockwave would cause some of the molten rock to come to the suface. Felzen remembered a joint lesson between Suin and Sol students on volcanology, the interaction between earth and fire. If Sol students were still at the burning college, or within a few miles, they would detect the unatural heat change in the ground and come to the source.

Felzen prayed he wasn't too late.

[Freya]

As she saw that the school was being attacked, Wendy got on her feet without caring about her skirt. Panic rose inside of her, controlling her, making her movements faster.
She forced herself to watch the scenario, yet she decided to hide in a corner of the hallway, watching Dean fight some unknown mages. She'd seen one of them before - the strange man had worn the same clothes. It was still not making sense to her, though she tried to figure out what exactly was happening.

As she watched, more and more students of Cro appeared in the hallway, but also more enemies appeared. Somewhen then she lost track of the fight. She saw some ice spells from the students of Cro and some she didn't recognize - the ones of the mages.
She shook her head, wanting this to be only a nightmare.

"I have to get out!", she thought. "I could slip through the fight, nobody's noticed me before, so this won't be a big problem. But why can't I move? Why am I so afraid? What do these strange fighters want? Is this a nightmare? Will I wake up now? Please, let me wake up!"
She was about to cry, but she kept the tears to herself, washing them away when she noticed them. She had to get out of here!

Without thinking about where to go, she ran right into the fight scene. She felt cold ice on her shoulder - there had been a kind of beam next to her. Shocked, she didn't realize that there was ice on the floor, too. Within seconds, she fell to the floor. She hurt her knee, but when she looked down, there was something that frightened her even more: There was someone standing right in front of her. She looked up to the person. Her eyes widened. It was a strange man again who smirked at her.

"Look what I've found here. A filthy little Cro student not able to walk. Shall I help you, kid?" he said sarcastically.

Wendy couldn't move. She was too afraid to do something. In her head, all she'd learned about casting Ice spun around. But nothing could help her now. Where was the boy she'd seen? She looked around helplessly, yet couldn't see him anymore.
Disturbing her thoughts and bringing her back to face the danger she was in was the harsh laughter of the man in front of her.

"Looking for help now? Ah, you are pityful, kid. I should kill you right here..." he said, looking at her with a desire to kill glowing in his eyes.

Wendy shook her head.
"No!" she screamed. "I don't want... I..." But nobody heard her. Everyone was fighting on their own, not noticing anyone on the floor.
"I have to fight," she thought. "But I can't. I'm not able to do it."

Though she didn't believe in herself, she got to her feet and stumbled a few steps backwards. Again, the man laughed harshly, coming nearer with every step she took back. Wendy constantly shook her head.

"I won't let you... let you kill me..." she mumbled, despite of herself. "Master Glarrel taught me how to defend myself... how to attack... so I-"

"Master Glarrel, is it?" the man asked, smirking. "I don't think his lessons were of much help. At least, he wasn't able to defend himself when we approached him..."

He stopped right there and Wendy's eyes began to widen again. Master Glarrel... dead? How could someone possibly kill a master of Cro? And what was their reason for doing it? There were so many questions in her head, she had to think about it for a while until she knew which she should ask.

"What did you do to Master Glarrel?!" she wanted to know. Again, the man laughed at her. Then, he shook his head.

"We just... visited him, you know?" He was obviously having fun. Wendy found him to be terribly stupid. He talked too much, though he didn't give her the information she wanted. Nevertheless, he'd given her enough time to think about what Master Glarrel taught her.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the cold air around her. All the students fighting with all their strength had released much energy which was captured in the air around her. She tried to bundle it, mumbling a spell. She knew that this was her only chance to defend herself. Also, she knew that her Ice Shield wouldn't last long. Perhaps a few minutes. By then, there had to be someone helping her.
Unfortunately - for her - the man noticed what she was up to and laughed again. Wendy tried to ignore it, just concentrating on finding enough energy to build her shield.

"Don't you think this will help you. One strike... and you'll be done for," the man said.

"This is the end..." Wendy thought. Then, because of all the angst inside her, her shield was complete. Ice surrounded her, not letting anything through. She felt how the Shield ate away all of her strength. Ten minutes. Perhaps fifteen. Then the ice would melt and the strange man smirking at her would kill her.

[Imposter]

I never would have thought about the amount of concentration it took to be constantly manipulating electronic fields in the air. The trip had been exhausting but now I had found myself in a small town a few days journey away from Fize. The quaint place seemed peaceful and homely, but too soon was I going to learn that things are never as they appear.

Zipporah pushed her body to step into the town entrance, her vision blurring with every step. Weakly she muttered ‘So heavy....’ before she collapsed in the dusty street. Now as her body finally began to recuperate from the journey. Strangely nothing is taught about the sub conscious and how it corresponds with the mana flow. Zipporah had dreams unlike any she had before. She found herself amongst students in different uniforms lying dead, there were others standing like her but they were too far to make out. Suddenly the mana flow screamed out in agony from what was happening. The sound was like nothing she could ever explain.

She awoke with a start and sat up; her surroundings were a small room with fresh air flowing from a window. She quickly surveyed everything only to find she was still encased in the ebony armour. She sighed and got out of bed. The rest definitely had helped her recover from the stress of constantly manipulating the fields around her. She walked out of the small room and asked the house if anyone was there. A small elderly lady stuck her head out from the other end of the hall.

“Oh! Well, well she lives! How are you feeling missy? Come, come you must be hungry you have been asleep for quite some time. I’m going to have to tell all the boys that have been coming by you are awake. Not often a pretty young lady comes here.”

Zippy blushed slightly but nodded and made her way to the small dining area and sat a little puzzled at everything that was going on. “Ummm, miss my name is Zipporah. Thanks for taking care of me, I don’t have much to give as a gift though...”

“Zipporah is it? My name’s Emme. No need to worry about paying me, I don’t have much to do nowadays, and it was nice to look after someone again. Here, here eat up. We can talk after you have a full stomach.”

As Zippy ate she recounted her story to Emme, and Emme shared her own past. She was a widow here in the village but was counted a grandmother by all the residents. Her husband was struck with leprosy and was excommunicated from the village in order to stop it from spreading. The tale stung Zipporah’s heart, but Emme was too joyful and carefree to let the story stop there. She told her how it was the Festival of Night here in the town, and that she would not let Zipporah leave without enjoying the festivities tonight. She said that instead of trying to walk the whole way to Dransa that it would be much easier to just take a ship tomorrow morning.

“You just relax and enjoy tonight alright Zippy girl. I’ll get everything worked out for you to travel tomorrow.”

“Thank you sooo much! That is really nice of you. I’m going to go for a walk for awhile is that alright Emme?”

The elderly lady nodded and moved the wrinkles in her face to form a kind smile. Zipporah arose and made her way out of the house. The town was busy and quiet at the same time. People greeted each other as the set up for the night’s festival. Zippy speedily made her way out of the city as she felt all eyes on her. Usually she didn’t mind the attention but this was different. There was a twinge of distrust in their stares. She suspected due to her new attire, she didn’t look like a student of Fize any longer, just some mercenary or soldier. Now that she was a ways from the town she could begin her studies.

I need to figure out what this suit can do. After what happened with Cruxius in front of the school there is definitely something up with this armour. Hmmm...It kinda reminds me of those who specialize in the conductor’s tract at school. Only it stores the energy and releases it in a much different manner. With the damage it did...it couldn’t have been just lightning, something was weird with the mana flow when it released Cruxius spell.

As she stood there away from the town she began to look at her surroundings, absently taking in the detail of the small clearing as she reflected back on the past few events at the school. She remembered when Gyne first came to her and wanted to know what tract she was going to take at school being in her last year. Three were given to her as options: Conductor, Field Manipulation, and Charge. Conductors focused mostly on the ability to control where a lightning strike would happen, manipulating nature’s rules to the occurrence, also enabling them to conduct where the bolt would strike next. Field Manipulation was simply put the ability to manipulate the fields around objects especially magnetic fields which made things like this prison easy to move in despite its weight. Charge was the most common of the three, specializing in charging the mana flow and casting forth powerful bolts of lightning from it, Cruxius who specialized in this could even charge the mana flow itself and shock anyone drawing from it. She had decided to specialize in Field Manipulation after much discussion with Gyne. Zipporah enjoyed it the most of the three and found it the easiest to focus on. Now though it would appear she wasn’t going to finish her studies.

“And there it is...”

She said coyly as the mana flow around her became simple and easy for her to draw from. Strangely she always found reflecting on the past the easiest way to open her mind to it. Thoughts of Gyne only brought feelings of betrayal and anger.

She smiled wrathfully as she produced a bolt of lightning and manipulated it to strike her. She could feel the warmth of the bolt as it was absorbed by the ebony armour. Just as she thought the suit acted as a conductor, even to the point that the lightning didn’t even strike her but was totally absorbed by the suit.

“I thought as much, now how does it release it...”
For hours she tried to figure out how the armour worked and its properties. In the end though it only led to a fit of frustration and very necessary cursing of her teacher Gyne.

“I’m going to kill that man when I see him again, after I get the stupid taboo off me!! Ugh! Stupid old fool trapped me in this! I hate him, and this prison!”

Slowly she regained some of her composer and picked up her axe and made her way back to the village. The sun was setting now, casting a beautiful horizon on the other end of the village. The village now was arrayed totally different. The whole atmosphere changed to something majestic and festive with its tapestries and lamps that danced wild flames. It easily overpowered Zippy’s angry mood and she soon found Emme. The two of them shared a wonderful evening together. Emme despite her age showed Zipporah how to do all the festive dances in the town square. The two would laugh together, and then Emme would push Zippy out to meet a boy and make her dance with him. It didn’t take long for Zipporah to feel like she was part of the village. It seemed the villagers had lightened up as well. As the night came to a conclusion she found herself back in her room.

“Thank you so much for everything Emme. Tonight was great!”

“Of course it was, I still got some life in me hahaha! Now listen here, no matter what comes your way after tomorrow never forget to have some fun alright. Your smile is too nice to be hiding behind anything alright? Now get some sleep, you’ll be leaving early tomorrow.”

As Emme left Zippy in the room, tears ran down the young students face. To end up in a place like this after all that happened to her was miraculous. A lot was a head of her but she was sure she would be back here after it all.

After a good night’s sleep, Zippy was now at the harbour with Emme already to head towards Dransa College. She hugged the elderly lady and waved good bye to the few villagers that also came to see her off.

“Thanks so much Emme, you better be alive when I come back ok? I won’t take no as an answer.”

“Listen here young missy; you aren’t in charge of me. You are welcome to come back after you get this mess all sorted out. Remember to enjoy as much of your life as you can!”

The raspy, crackling voice responded in kind and Zippy nodded. She ran up onto the boat as it weighed anchor and began to head towards Dransa.

I could hardly believe after all the things that had happened so quickly, I happened to find a place like that town. Phixius was its name. I would never forget it. Now I was on my way to Dransa College, hopefully a step closer to getting the armour off of me and a step closer to Gyne.

[Ulteka Mako]

Nathan kept on walking through the forest of Sol. He was passing rivers so big and beautiful that had water falls that droped anywere from 40 to 50 feet. But night fall was coming around and you can bearly see anything in these woods at night. But up ahead there was a little light coming out of a widow it seemed. As Nathan got closer and closer, he relized it was a two story cottage. The cottage was a pub. It was called *Drink Yourself Sober Pub* This was the first sighn of huan life for about 5 hours of walking.

"Thats one hell of a name, but I could use a drink. I could also use a place to crash. I pretty sure that they will have some rooms for rent."

Nathan walked up to the door of the pub. He could hear load talking and a lot of movement shuffling around the floors. He could heareveryones beer mugs hitting together with cheer and people singing of joy. It was most definetly a bar. So Nathan took one of his cigars out of his pockets and put it in his mouth and lit it. He then opened and walked into the pub. He walked right on over to the bar and sat down on a bar stool.

"Let me get a Jack and Coke. Thank you sir."

As the bartender went to go get the drink for Nathan, Nathan looked around as he puffed on his cigar. He noticed a group of people sitting at a table at the far left corner. They were all in black cloaks with their hoods covering their eyes. It was 20 of them. They seemed like they weren't up to anything, but Nathan didn't trust them. He knew something wasn't right. He had that gut feeling.

Bartender: "Here you go sir. Just give me a shout when you need anything else."

"Thank you. Here is a little tip."

Nathan took his drink and put 20 gold coins in the mans' hand. The mans' face lit up with happieness. He then walked off do handle another customer. Nathan sipped on his drink and smoked on his cigar. Then he felt something so wierd. The ground itself seemed to be growing hotter. Nathan knew of what this was. It was someone that could control earth spells. They where trying to communicate with someone from Sol.

Nathan jumped up from his br stool with his drink in hand and his cigar in his mouth. He pulled out one of his throwing knifes with his empty hand and walked toward the door. Nathan still didn't feel right about the cloaked people in the back.

"I have away to find out who you are." Nathan spoke to himself.

Nathan then turned around swiftly and threw his knife for the man in the middle at the back table in the left corner of the bar. It hit the man in the hood lifting it from his face and pinning the hood to the wall. His face was now showing and Nathan knew who this person was. It was someone he had grew up with. It was someone he had trained with. It was his brother Micheal Sherman. Nathan just stood there in shock. He hadn't seen his brother for 3 years. His brother finished training before him and went on his own. Nathan never seen him after that.

Nathan and Micheal looked at one another for at least 3 minutes. Michel seem to not even know who Nathan was. So Nathan then walked over to the table and up next to his brother. Micheal looked at Nathan.

Micheal: "Its been a long time little brother. A very long time. Come and have a seat."

Nathan sat down next to his brother and kept smoking on his cigar. Then after awail of chating and catching up, a big explosion blew the whole front half of the pub away. It sent debree everywere and people hit the floors for cover. I just sat there along with my brother passing my cigar back and forth. We both then stood up and walked toward the what use tgo be an entrance to a pub. Nathan knew something big was coming, but it wasn't that big of a threat. With him and his brother, it would be even easier to take down.

Nathan: "So what do you think it is?"

Micheal: *Its probably some dumbass armed forces. They think they run everything. They would get killed by damn near everything around this world."

Nathan: "I know thats right. Well if they give us any problems, we will show them we could kill them aswell."

Nathan and Micheal stood there, smoking on the cigar, drinking on their drink, and laughing at anything that pops into their heads, waiting for whatever it was the blew of the entrance to the pub to show up. Time was counting down to have fun. After this, Nathan will start looking for whoever is trying to contact a Sol student through the ground. That person is most likely in trouble. Nathan needed to get to that person and him and his brother would.