She felt as if she had been trapped in a soul gem. Her soul hurt, her arms and legs useless and when she opened her eyes all she saw was white light. She honestly started questioning whether or not she had died when something touched her and she moved, her eyes instinctively going to whatever was against her.
A smiling, old face peered down at her and she found herself licking her lips, her throat parched as she tried to speak. “Tolfdir.”
“Hello, Mirabelle,” he said with a great deal of relief and beside him Colette stirred, her arms crossing.
“See?” her high voice came piercing into her skull and she winced, shielding her eyes from the light and the headache coming on. “I told you, without Restoration magic she might be dead! Restoration magic saved our Master Wizard and-”
“Alright, Colette, we get it,” Drevis said, annoyed and Mirabelle turned her head again seeing him on the other side of the bed. She found herself at a bit of a loss.
“Where am I?” she asked and when she focused, the light no longer glaring, she noticed she was in her room. “…What happened? Where’s Ancano?”
The three professors looked to each other before Tolfdir spoke. “He’s dead. Savos’ Imperial apprentice killed him. She… She found the staff of Magnus in Labyrinthian, Mirabelle, being guarded by the Priest of the Ancient Dragon Cult. She killed that monster and came back and killed Ancano. She’s saved the college.”
She took in the words carefully before speaking. She remembered seeing the girl off to Labyrinthian then… The magic ward or whatever it was had gotten bigger and she was trapped. “Where is she?”
They all hesitated and she drew her hand back, worried. Did their savior get killed as well? She tried leaning up but Tolfdir pressed her shoulders back to the bed. “S-She’s not dead, Mirabelle. But she’s not here either. None of the apprentices are. We sent Enthir and Faralda to try and find them but that was a while ago. I don’t believe they’re dead but I do fear they may be getting into trouble.”
“Trouble with what?” she asked, her stomach hurting and she winced in discomfort. Colette came forward and she was hit with a healing spell that made her sigh with relief. Tolfdir sighed from her side, rubbing her shoulders to alleviate the ache and Drevis spoke for him.
“We think they went to attack the Thalmor.”
She was up in a minute making Tolfdir frown. “What?! Are they mad?! You cannot just go against the Thalmor! What are they thinking?” They all became silent and she stared at them all, her stomach hurting again and she bent over a bit, groaning. Suddenly she had such an urge to throw up. The three gathered around her but she waved them off making them back away. “Please… get me a bucket.”
Drevis ran out and Colette came to her side. “Is my magic not working?”
“No, no,” she said, her forehead a bit light. “I just feel a bit queasy for some reason. It may be from getting up too soon,” she soothed the professor before she focused for a moment. “Tolfdir, we need to get those kids back before they really invoke the wrath of the Thalmor. Those elves are dangerous and apprentice mages – even if one is the dragonborn – have no chance against them.”
He nodded and rubbed her back as Colette took her hand, patting it. She sighed and relaxed for the first time she woke. She couldn’t believe the mess she woke up to and Drevis came back with a bucket, behind him Phinis and Serguis following. They remained in the doorway as she was given the bucket and she hugged it to herself, flushing, all the professors save for Faralda beside her bed. She gave them a warm smile.
“Thank you, all of you. For being here. For saving me as well, I assume.”
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The Emergency [Part 1A]
Date: 2014-03-16 02:40 am (UTC)A smiling, old face peered down at her and she found herself licking her lips, her throat parched as she tried to speak. “Tolfdir.”
“Hello, Mirabelle,” he said with a great deal of relief and beside him Colette stirred, her arms crossing.
“See?” her high voice came piercing into her skull and she winced, shielding her eyes from the light and the headache coming on. “I told you, without Restoration magic she might be dead! Restoration magic saved our Master Wizard and-”
“Alright, Colette, we get it,” Drevis said, annoyed and Mirabelle turned her head again seeing him on the other side of the bed. She found herself at a bit of a loss.
“Where am I?” she asked and when she focused, the light no longer glaring, she noticed she was in her room. “…What happened? Where’s Ancano?”
The three professors looked to each other before Tolfdir spoke. “He’s dead. Savos’ Imperial apprentice killed him. She… She found the staff of Magnus in Labyrinthian, Mirabelle, being guarded by the Priest of the Ancient Dragon Cult. She killed that monster and came back and killed Ancano. She’s saved the college.”
She took in the words carefully before speaking. She remembered seeing the girl off to Labyrinthian then… The magic ward or whatever it was had gotten bigger and she was trapped. “Where is she?”
They all hesitated and she drew her hand back, worried. Did their savior get killed as well? She tried leaning up but Tolfdir pressed her shoulders back to the bed. “S-She’s not dead, Mirabelle. But she’s not here either. None of the apprentices are. We sent Enthir and Faralda to try and find them but that was a while ago. I don’t believe they’re dead but I do fear they may be getting into trouble.”
“Trouble with what?” she asked, her stomach hurting and she winced in discomfort. Colette came forward and she was hit with a healing spell that made her sigh with relief. Tolfdir sighed from her side, rubbing her shoulders to alleviate the ache and Drevis spoke for him.
“We think they went to attack the Thalmor.”
She was up in a minute making Tolfdir frown. “What?! Are they mad?! You cannot just go against the Thalmor! What are they thinking?” They all became silent and she stared at them all, her stomach hurting again and she bent over a bit, groaning. Suddenly she had such an urge to throw up. The three gathered around her but she waved them off making them back away. “Please… get me a bucket.”
Drevis ran out and Colette came to her side. “Is my magic not working?”
“No, no,” she said, her forehead a bit light. “I just feel a bit queasy for some reason. It may be from getting up too soon,” she soothed the professor before she focused for a moment. “Tolfdir, we need to get those kids back before they really invoke the wrath of the Thalmor. Those elves are dangerous and apprentice mages – even if one is the dragonborn – have no chance against them.”
He nodded and rubbed her back as Colette took her hand, patting it. She sighed and relaxed for the first time she woke. She couldn’t believe the mess she woke up to and Drevis came back with a bucket, behind him Phinis and Serguis following. They remained in the doorway as she was given the bucket and she hugged it to herself, flushing, all the professors save for Faralda beside her bed. She gave them a warm smile.
“Thank you, all of you. For being here. For saving me as well, I assume.”