[b][center]Satori[/b][/center]

The pink-haired teacher muffled a laugh when she saw what her fellow teachers were up to. Some gave it their all while others only did a paltry job, but who was who, none of the students would know. Soon it came time for her to come up, so she stepped to the front to cause a bit of her own chaos. [b]"Hello everyone. I am Satori, the teacher of Psychomancy. I'm afraid that I don't have much of a visual display to show you all, but none the less, I would like to tell you that Psychomancy is one of the most subtle magics there is. Not all the hows, whys, and whens can be detected by everyone, not even a master such as I. But I shouldn't ramble for too long. Allow me to propose a toast for all of us here at the college today."[/b] Satori raised her glass of wine, and many of the students followed suit. And it was when she, along with those in the dinning hall save some students, were hit by the magical effects of Psychomancy.

So many here with unguarded thoughts. Even those with training lacked the sheer power to avoid Satori's magic. The moment they let their lips touch the rim of their cups, their thoughts, their minds, all spiraled into nightmares.

[hider=Coco Bean]

[i]Coco's nightmare began with her in a beautiful [url=http://i.imgur.com/GJgISVf.jpg]garden[/url]. Between the many acres were stretches of plant life, with many wild flowers and little creatures living within. The further Coco went, the less walkways, eventually leading to an open [url=http://i.imgur.com/BTituWn.jpg]field of flowers[/url], untouched by any mortal development. It was a magnificent sight that would fill Coco with renewed energy, and maybe even a sense of happiness. Happiness, which quickly began to freeze. The temperature dropped. The sun became blacked out by clouds, and ice began to form on the flowers. Any attempts to touch them shattered into shards, and soon the frost was beginning to take a grip on Coco as well. Her previous energy began to rush out of her body as she would soon begin to feel the cold touch of death... Before she saw the fires of Syphis come to take her. From the frozen flowers her people, fellow Foreas, and her friends at the college, were one by one eaten by the beasts of Aarem. If Coco tried to fight, she would find her body movements grind to a halt as her limbs begin to freeze. Her magic, her mage blood, no longer in her body. She had become powerless as she was forced to observe the destruction of her people and those she had come to know. Her nightmare ended was the maw of a Syphis turned to her, and whispered words of horror into her very soul.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Leith Calder]

[i]Leith's nightmare began at his birth. Despite being only a baby, he would witness the faces of his loving mother and father. They coddled him and attended to his every need, and were always there when Leith would begin to cry. His life continued before his eyes, becoming a small child. He was with his friends, playing a game in their town like children do. They looked to Leith as their better, and showered him in compliments as he made sure they began to enjoy their time with him. But than an adult showed up. A man shrouded in darkness, and when he showed his face, Leith would know he was a vampire. The man rushed towards leith, and before the child could do anything, he was taken into the man's embraced. When Leith came to, he would see the his mother killed right before his eyes, a sword driven through her chest as the blade nearly impaled Leith himself. His friends, now the age of young adults, armed to slay him and his family. His father's body laid motionless on the ground, his severed head in the hands of one of Leith's friends as they cut off the head of his mother. His former friends began to throw insults and words of hatred at Leith, condemning his vampirism. And try as he might, nothing he said would convince his former friends that he was not a vampire. Suddenly he was stabbed from behind with a blade, but death did not come for him. Vampires were notoriously hardy creatures, and so Leith's former friends began to stab him, with blade bringing a new world of pain as Leith continued to suffer. Soon his body was dragged into a dark room, where he was chained to a wall. His former friends no longer present, instead two men appeared. "Be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one." where the only words they said before they began to torture Leith. What reason or purpose they did this to Leith was left unexplained, his final memories being the feeling of his body burned to ash.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Aramir Ryk]

[i]Aramir's nightmare began in her icy tomb. But she was not alone; she was in the middle of a pile of bodies, bodies of her kinsmen, her fellow tribe who had died from starvation. Aramir may try to climb out, but before she would make any significant results she was forcefully pulled out of the ground by a hook not unlike what she would use for fishing. As her body was dragged through the corpses, she was thrust into battle. She was surrounded by her tribe, all of them brandishing weapons and killing one another. Against her will, Aramir began to fight. She clawed, punch, and tore the flesh from her friends and enemies, slowly beginning to take up weapons to kill more efficiently. All the while she was stabbed, shot by arrows, and bashed in the head, but still she fought. She still killed. Friends, foes, innocent people just trying to get away from it all, no one was safe from her. She saw a great fire, with her tribe running out before dying to their injuries. Despite the blistering blizzard that was active, the fire raged on. Aramir made a trail of corpses as she killed all withins arms reach, even some children trying to escape. Aramir's nightmare ended when she walked into the flames, her body now numb as the her world of ice filled with smoke.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Aruna Mortista]

[i]Aruna's nightmare began while in the womb. But she was not a child, no, but a fully grown woman. But she was being crushed in her tiny prison, and so she sought to free herself by tearing out of her mothers uterus, causing quite a mess as her mother was killed by the shot of having a fully grown woman exploding out of her lower body. This sick opening was but the beginning as Aruna would face the enemies of her past, each one becoming a reminder of the suffering she went through growing up. Her attempts to fight back are met with failure as she is overpowered and humiliated, cementing her puny existence. Her nightmare comes to a close at none other than the college, where her last memories were of her [url=http://i.imgur.com/n1HKt9l.jpg]cut into pieces[/url], with the sound of Meirin and Ssarak discussing what to do with her parts.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Meirin Kurenai]

[i]Meirin's nightmare begins at the college. She wakes up for a new day, like one she would face later. She dresses, prepares her body for the day, and leaves the door. Sunlight shines through the windows, but the halls carries an aura of lifelessness. Meirin continues on her path and stops at a window. Outside she would see demons executing the people of the college. But upon closer examination, she would notice that the demons hold a likeness to the ones who died back at her home. As Meirin watched,the world changes, and she returns to where the slaughter first started. There on the mountain path, the road looked as though it has never been set foot on for years. Before she could even begin to wonder what happened, [url=http://i.imgur.com/tzCX7dg.jpg]her nightmare is cut short by three knives and the sudden lose of feeling in her arms.[/url][/i][/hider]

[hider=Althalus Marik]

[i]Althalus's nightmare began during his time as an assassin. For the most part, the nightmare went unnoticed; for him, it may just seem like a flashback to a previous assassination. He would arrive to a inn of sorts, and while the assassin continued onwards, Althalus himself may not know why he was here. It was than that he drew a sword that was all too familiar. A little girl suddenly appeared; a splitting image of his sister. She screeched as Althalus' blade was inserted into her body. A man and woman arrived, a splitting image of his father and mother, but both also were cut down. Than came a little boy, who froze in fear of what he saw. But this boy was not Althalus; it was his brother. Only one word escaped before Althalus swung his blade. [b]"Why?"[/b] The sword cut his brothers neck in half, enough to sever his trachea but still hanging on by the flesh of his neck. His nightmare came to a close as he heard clapping, and than the voice of his mentor congratulating him on becoming a worthy inheritor of the mask.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Alaira Taenn]

Alaira didn't get a nightmare. Some of the people around her might have suddenly fainted or acted strangely, but she was left unaffected. She may have noticed Satori giving her an evil grin however.[/hider]

[hider=Ssarak Dyreackthanose]

[i]Ssarak's nightmare began on the raid of the Xhoth village. Ssarak watched from his postion as his fellow warriors assassinated his enemies, before he blew the horn to signal the battle. He along with his brothers in arms clashed with the enemy, much like his memory would have told him. But something was off. His brothers died at his side, but too many at a time. He was losing the battle. As Ssarak continued to fight, he would notice that the scenery was now in his village, and he was no longer the attack, but the defender. The lone defender. Those who had the strength to fight were already killed, those who didn't was left to suffer. Ssarak was than crushed by a burning building, and barely managed to escape, but trapped. As she continued to struggle, he saw his family. His children were stoned, their bodies grinned to a paste by hammers. Enemy warriors forced themselves upon his wife, raping her to death. Ssarak could do nothing but watch. His nightmare ended when a warrior walked up to him with an evil grin, and slowly crushed his head underneath his foot.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Haklo Thalen Desol]

[i]Haklo's nightmare did not take him anywhere. He was left in the dinning hall as though nothing had happened. Except for one notable detail; Annabeth, the girl who he had spoken to previously, took out her dagger and stabbed him. She had a devious grin as she pulled out her blade. Soon the entire Dinning hall erupted into chaos, with the various students fighting each other. Haklo still had some energy to live, but he was crushed underfoot by the stampede of people. He only managed to save himself form an early death by dragging his broken body to the wall, where at least the chaos was away from him. But than he began to hear voices in his head. This voice brought pain with it, a pain unlike any blade in his gut. His body was being drained of his mage blood, and it soon occurred to him that it was Malus. The blade was draining him of his blood, and his body began to shrivel and writhe. Haklo's death was mercifully cut short when Althalus stood before him, and straggled what remained of his life out of Haklo.[/i][/hider]

[hider=Annabeth Gulch]

[i]Annabeth's nightmare began back at her farm village. Unlike some of the others, she knew that she was in a nightmare. Something inside of her awakened... Her mageblood showed her that this was all an illusion. And now she will live it conscientiously, instead as a mere memory. IT began when she saw her family's home on fire. She could smell the stench fo death and burning flesh as she saw her father dancing like a mad puppet before crumbling to the ground. She turned and saw her youngest brother cut down by outlaws. She turned to run, but came face to face with Rendar. She tried to scream for help, but before she got one word out his head slid off his neck. His body fell as Annabeth was surrounded by the bandits, forced to be aware of the fate that she was about to go through.

She, wholly devoted herself to her. She prayed for the sake of people, and for the happiness of the world... But if the Gods existed, how could this be...? Here in this outlying farm... This beloved place where she works the land with her family and provided for the people... One would not expect... The smell of blood, alcohol and dirt -- the stink of bandits... And now... The girl is filled with the stench of their desire... The girl's faith flows out with the fluids polluting her womb... [/i][/hider]

When Satori lowered her cup, she smiled politely as she watched the reaction of some of the students. With a wave of her hand she used her magic to conceal the nightmares, but they would not go away. Overtime, her spell would fade, but the memories will live on forever. The false memories she planted in their minds, as a reminder of her power and ability. [b]"May we all live long and prosper."[/b]