Diana had only been at the academy for a short time when the fighting began. She had heard the rumours about the capital, but they seemed too wild to be true. Diana thought about everything that had happened since the day before she left the monastery. 

[i]It had been a quiet day, nice weather. A perfect day for her if not for the fact that she was being sent to the academy and that this, her last day, would be spent inside preparing and saying her farewells. The ceiling of the monastery was rather high, so at least it was cool inside, otherwise the endless traditions and conversations would have killed her. It had been decided that Diana was going to travel tomorrow but that there had to be a feast throughout the night. Well... It didn't turn into an entertaining event at all. Lots of old stories which had been repeated over the years were told again, as was a custom. The food was great though and Diana almost felt bad for what those who stayed behind had to eat the coming weeks. 

On the actual journey itself there was only one problem, fatigue. A night with only a few hours of sleep had taken it's toll on Diana's energy reserves. Many a time she felt as if she was about to fall of her horse and not get up for at least another day. When they made it to the academy, Diana barely had time to adjust when her second prison turned into a battlefield.[/i]

Like many of the students, Diana made her way to the barricade when the order to do so came. She had learned a bit of first aid from the monks but not enough to make her an actual healer. When they gave her bandages in stead of a bow, Diana felt that they had chosen correctly but was worried that they may overestimate her abilities. Though, at the moment, those were the least of her concerns. It was a battle, supposedly against people who had already sacked the capital and killed some very important people, surely they'd like to finish the job with killing high-born? Yet, her biggest concern was the barricade. Barrels and crates and everything else that could easily be moved wouldn't stand much of a chance from her point of view. Worse still, it was all wood. A simple fire could mean the end of the entire barricade, and probably them as well.

Diana tried to apply first aid to as many people as possible before sending those with wounds beyond her ability to heal to actual experts. At the barricade a tall man called for healers. Diana was close-by and responded. She didn't notice any injuries though, then she saw the blonde girl who seemed to have a severe wound. As with any wounded person, Diana bandaged the wound. Some more healers arrived, which was a thing Diana was content with, the wound was rather bad and needed to be treated properly. Then, despite their protests, the girl stood up and found herself a bow. Not before long though she fell to her knees again. Diana caught her before she could hit her head on something. "You should really listen to a group of healers when all of them say you shouldn't do something, you know...", Diana mumbled to nobody in particular.