[b]Deven Zoria[/b]

"Your a coward Deven...a spineless coward...there it was right before your eyes...and you just sat there...too afraid to even lift a finger...I could have....no I should have died back there...I should have died a long time ago...I deserve to...they died for me...and now the one chance I get to avenge them I let slip away because I was too much of a spineless coward to fight..." Deven said towards himself, not really caring how it looked seeing as he was alone. His hands had clenched into fists, his fear and confusion had began to shift to anger, anger that yearned for a target but found none but himself. An image of the demon, standing there between the crowds staring him down flashed into mind. His fists clenched even tighter to the point it was beginning to hurt, "it should have ended me then and there...it could have...why didnt it? Why did it just let me live, just leave me be? Why couldn't it just end this torture? Why is it toying with me?" He questioned. "have I not suffered enough?!" He exclaimed as though the Demon might be hiding around some corner nearby, waiting for him to hit his lowest point. "And what of that damned demonmancy teacher? Why did he summon it? What have I done to him to deserve that?" Deven questioned, he had un-clenched his hands and had begun pacing back and forth in the courtyard. 

Deven sighed sadly, "Was it even real? Have I finally lost my mine? A dozen years of living with this torture and I have finally lost it?" He said sadly to himself. "Gods I just want answers!" He exclaimed once more, as though someone would answer, but there was no one, just the distant sound of music from the mess hall. "Then what of that pshycomancer? Are all the teachers mad here? Do they use the students just to punish them and make them suffer? And why did she spare me and Jenna? Does she have something worse planned for us?" He questioned the shadows, who gave no response. "To hell with both of them? Who are they to prey on those that cannot defend themselves? Who are they to threaten us and tell us we must be strong yet strike us with fear when we are weak? What good does it do to make us fearful then tell us to defend ourselves? There will always be that doubt from when we failed, there will always be that moment when when failed that will forever hang above us daunting us weakening us." Deven said angrily as though the two teachers were before him listening. 

Then he fell silent, his gaze dropping to his feet as his mind got lost in his thoughts, he had managed to blow off some steam in his pointless rants. But he was still far from calm. Then a strange sound began to work its way to Deven's ears it was the sound of a large amount of rushing wind. It was faint at first but it quickly grew louder and louder until it was right a top him, Deven managed to lift his head just in time to see a figure falling from the sky, "Oh wait n-" He tried to say before the figure crashed into him knocking the air out of his chest and sending him to the ground, who ever the figure was falling on top of him. "Ow..." Deven groaned as he got the air back into his chest. He lay on his back with pain resonating from his chest and stomach, slowly he lifted his head to see who exactly it was that had just plummet into him and more so why. The first thing he noticed were the wings, then the blood, then the skin. It only took a few second for it to click in his head who it could have been. As his eyes settled on her face he recognized her as the fellow new arriving half Eysire, half human. It took little effort to spy where the blood was coming from, seeing half of the shaft of an arrow sticking out of the girls back. The other half having broken off in her crash. "Hey, are you awake?" He asked shaking her gently, he received no response. 

A sense of urgency came over the situation, she was unconscious, bleeding and likely not without a few broken bones, he had to get her help and if he could stop the bleeding. He, slid himself out from under her, making sure to slowly let her body drop to the ground. Once he was completely free his mind began racing for options. He could remove the arrow but there would be no telling how much blood she would lose if he did. Perhaps he could remove the arrow then cauterize the wound so she would less blood, his mageblood would allow him to do this and he was sure the vitamancers here at the school could heal her wound and the burn should he choose to do it, but by doing so he would cause an extreme amount of pain to her. [i]Come on Deven make up your mind! You can't sit here and think forever![I] He thought to himself. 

His eyes bore into the arrow jutting from her back as he settled on what he would do. "If you can hear me, this is going to really hurt." He said took his knife from its sheath and reached for the arrow. As he wrapped his hand around the shaft of the arrow making sure to grab the point closest to the wound, he could not help but feel glad she was unconscious. He began to pull the arrow from the wound, slowly at first before increasing in speed, as he did blood gushed out from around the arrow, coating his hand in crimson and spilling out across her back. Then once he was sure he had gotten a majority of the arrow out he yanked it free blood splatering out as he did and more beginning to gush rapidly out. He dropped the arrow to his side as he did its metal tip created a faint cling as it hit the stone ground. His blood covered hand reached for his knife and he began focusing on using his blood to heat his blade, using the little training he had received as a guide, soon the blade began to glow orange, and heat radiated off of it. He looked to the wound then to her face. "Here we go." He said as he slowly lowered the side of the blade to the wound.

 As the blade made contact with her patch of scale it produced a sizzling sound one would expect to hear while cooking meat and filled the air with the grotesque smell of burning flesh. It felt like hours before Deven lifted the blade and looked down at the now cauterized wound. He dropped the knife to the ground beside him which was still sizzling slightly. Deven swung his pack around and took out a extra shirt he hadn't unpacked from his bag, the grabbed his knife once more and began to cut out a long piece of cloth from the bottom to the top of the shirt. When done he threw the shirt back into his bag which had picked up a few streaks of blood from his blood covered hands. He then sheathed his knife and lifted the girl up so he could reach under her then began to tie the cloth around the wound to stop whatever other blood could reach the wound. Once done her he slung his pack over his shoulders reached under the girl and rolled her gently so she would be facing up then lifted her to his lap, once she was resting on his lap he reached with his left hand for the bloodied half arrow next to him and then replaced his hand under the girl the arrow pressed between his hand and her hip, his other hand holding her shoulders. 

Slowly he began to stand, uneasy at first, but soon he was able to gain stable footing. He felt once more the tiring affects of using his blood, but was more then capable of carrying her. His head whipped around to the direction he had come from. "Lets get you to the mess hall, the vitamancy teacher will know what to do." He said partly to her and partly to himself, as he began trudging back to the mess hall. 

[b]Jenna Fellrien[/b]

After Deven left Jenna took a seat at one of the empty tables removing her bow and setting it so it leaned on the table next to her so she could sit comfortably. She looked around at the still thinning number of students, most of the teachers seemed to be staying for at least a little while after likely for questions, but very few people seemed to approach, seeing as many were probably set off by what some of the demonstrations had done. Her eyes drifted between the worse offenders, the phsycomancy and demonmancy teachers, their demonstrations having been brutal and cruel in driving their point across and likely made many fearful of the blood type and perhaps even scared to train in the blood type. [I]If this is what the teachers are willing to do opening day then I can only imagine what they will do over the course of our study.[/i] She thought as she eyed them.

She sighed loudly and her gaze drifted down to her hands at the table, "Maybe it was a mistake.." She mumbled softly to herself. [I]No...I shouldn't say that...father trusted me and Deven to come here to learn and become the best mages we could be, he believes we are capable of doing so and in no way will I let him down in that. We can put up with whatever they throw at us. We will not leave this school, we will do Wintercrest proud and will come back more powerful then ever. I shouldn't let a few puny demonstrations get in the way of my learning. Everyone back home is trusting us to go through with our study. And I, we wont let them down.[/I] She thought to herself pushing out the doubts that crowded her mind.

It was then that a voice spoke up from behind her, at first she thought it was Deven but the voice sounded different, she turned her head towards the source and saw a man, with pale white skin, and light blue eyes, she couldn't help but notice his distinct lack of hair but told herself not to make note of it for it could be rude. "Oh uh hello." She said a little awkwardly. "Yeah, I know there over, I am just waiting for a friend to come back, he said he just needed some air and would be right back. Come to think of it...I should have told him to just meet me at my room." She said partly thinking out loud. "Anyway, my name is Jenna, of house Fellrein. If I may, what might your name be?" She asked in a friendly tone.