[i][color=gold]What... why am I...?[/color][/i]

The pain Raph was experiencing sent shocks up to his brain, making his next movements clumsy. His head was pounding, reeling so that his vision was beginning to blur into an indistinct haze of color and battle. He swayed slightly, stumbling to keep his footing as his weakened head tilted to stare at his bleeding arm. The blood seeping out of the large gash and dripping onto the ground was such a beautiful crimson color, wasn’t it? With emerald leaves and beautiful petals breaking through as well, the new blossoming buds seeming to push the gash open wider. Raphael just stared, blankly, everything moving in slow motion like someone had slowed down the world. The edges of his sight began to dim, as small voices echoed in his head, giggling and scratching.

[i][color=gold]Get... get out of my head![/color][/i] He shouted silently at the little shadows, who merely cooed in response. The internal conflict was not reflected in his blank and dead expression besides a twitch in his eyebrows, gaze still fixated on the beautiful red blood.

Deafly, as if through a bad microphone and hidden under static ringing, Raphael picked up the roar of the beast. [i][color=gold]Im supposed to be fighting. I can’t stand back, I can’t, I can’t...[/color][/i] But his own thoughts were buried under the wicked shadows mumbling in his head, the madness creeping over. Creatures of the light were sensitive enough to these things, but they gain a certain kind of advantage when the sanity of the person is barely hanging on.

Raph outstretched his good hand, it numb to his body and attempted to force another manifestation of light, only receiving weak flickers. His face took on a confused and almost frightened expression, it clearly cut off by a giant shadowy paw slamming into his side and hitting him against the wall under a window.

The fae boy collapsed, eyes blurring and darkening. [i][color=gold]I can’t... just rest.[/color][/i] Frustration filled him at his weakness, closing his golden eyes finally as his body lay under the stream of sunlight pouring in through the glass.

[i][color=pink]”If anything just remember... [b]the sun is your strength.[/b]”[/color][/i]


Suddenly, the blonde boy had found away onto the beast’s back, eyes ablaze with the kind of fire they always held, but this one was fiercer and deadlier. Raph had almost taken on a whole different personality, a burst of adrenaline that was unheard of for a mere human. He was muttering something vaguely, glaring down at the beast as if they were the only two on a stranded battlefield. In his offhand, a gigantic sword of light formed slowly, larger and much sharper than previously seen by the boy. It was hard to say this was even Raphael anymore at this point, as he brought the blade down in a clean sweep. Off came the bear’s arm, it howling in pain as Raph dismounted, eyes harsh and cold, that of a hardened soldier who’s been through many a wars. This definitely wasn’t the same Raph from earlier.

The gigantic arm came down with a thud on the ground, accompanied by splatters of the ink like blood and screeches of agony from the bear monster. Raph stared blankly, lips tightened into an aggressive downturn of the corners of his mouth. He took a step forward, as if readying another attack, but suddenly fell forward face first onto the ground— fast asleep. Some of the younger students dragged him off quickly away from the front lines, the muscles in his face loosening into the gentle expression of resting. The strange outburst was certainly unusual and almost frightening, but it had contributed a great amount to fully taking down the monster. It really does make some wonder, though, where that unusual power came from such a small young boy...

[@OliveYou]