“Elle!” I cried out weakly. Her chest was moving in short quick breaths and her bright reddish hair lay out around her. Her pale skin was lighter than normal, her blue eyes grey.
“Kal, it’s okay. I’m-” Her breathing hitched, “I’m fine.”
“I’m so sorry!” I said frantically. Why couldn’t I do something useful, like healing?! “I lost focus, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you… there’s got to be some way to help…” I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t believe I messed up so badly!
“Shh,” she hushed me, by this time teachers were surrounding us, “I’m okay, Kalla, really. I’m fine.” She smiled weakly before she was rendered unconscious.
I panicked, but before I could check if she was okay, I was pulled away from her.
“Don’t touch her, unless you want to make it worse,” the teacher that had told me the rules said sharply. “She’ll be fine, as long as you don’t do anything else.”
I could feel tears coming to my eyes. Like I’d tried to hurt her. I didn’t mean to, it was just an accident! Why couldn’t then understand that? Instead of protesting, I just nodded, backing away.
I made it towards the door before I felt another hand on my arm, guiding me in a different direction. I blindly followed, still panicking. It was only when we were far away from the hall that I looked at who I was following.
“Good job.” It was Tara.
“What do you want?” I snapped. “And what did you do to Finn?”
“Why do you care? That little upstart had it coming to him. Besides, you don’t like him much anyways. I wouldn’t have thought it would have mattered.”
“You know, if you’re just going to be a jerk, I’m not in the mood right now,” I snapped.
“Oh, your friend? Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. But thank you for that, you made my life a lot easier.”
“How’s that?” I snapped, suddenly on guard, though I didn’t know why.
“Let’s imagine,” she said, smirking, “that a darkmage came to the academy. She’s already hot tempered, and in a dueling practice she ‘accidentally’ hurts one of her friends. But everybody knows it was intentional.”
“Which it wasn’t!”
“Shut up and let me keep talking,” she replied. “Anyways. Said darkmage would know she is going to be punished, and she doesn’t want that, so she runs away, and takes a light mage who everybody knows she hates with her as revenge. Sounding like a good plot line?”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I’m talking about you and me, you idiot!” She sighed. “That’s the story I’m going to tell everybody when you run off and force me to come with you.”
“But, I’m not…”
“Yes. Yes you are,” she smirked. “At least that’s what everybody’s going to believe. The reality is, you’re going to come with me.”
“Anywhere I choose,” she replied. “I need someone to blame, and you’re going to help me out.”
She’s crazy, I realized, and began to panic. I backed away from her, but didn’t get far.
“Oh for… fine,” she rolled her eyes, and snapped her fingers. A ball of light appeared between them. “Sorry,” she said cheerfully, “but this won’t work any other way.”
The last thing I saw before she launched it at me was her smirk. Then there was searing, blinding light. Then black.