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[color=C284AB][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Forest
[color=C284AB][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Zhalia [@Benzaiten], Simon [@Prosaic], Phalko [@CasLink], Scott [@Blizz]
[color=C284AB][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Enchantment, Abjuration & Divination
[color=C284AB][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] N/A
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[color=darkgray][i]14 years ago[/i]

Madame Blanchet, a delicate name for a sturdy woman, clapped her walking stick on the board in front of her in a vain attempt to catch the attention of her students. "Attention, s'il vous plaît!" the woman uttered. "What you learn here may save your life." Manon glanced around the room that she sat in with other students, all from prominent families. While most children were taking lessons on history or math, her and her pupils were learning the ins and outs of magic as it applies to this realm. Specifically, the dangers that lurk. Her family felt it best that her and her siblings all go through this as members of the court that aid in protecting France.

"When you encounter an enemy that is more powerful than you, that you know little of, that no amount of magic or weaponry can defeat, it is best to retreat." Snickers were heard around the room. Manon assumed it was due to the nature of France not being a country known for its bravery. Most associated France with pastries and fashion, overlooking the bloody pages of the history book. Madame Blanchet smacked her stick on the desk in front of her, where two girls sat. They squeaked, eyeing the teacher with a look that said "Do you know who my parents are?" Manon hated them.

Madame Blanchet glared back. "Your lineage means little when your family receives little more than your tattered remains because you chose to joke rather than listen." Madame Blanchet went back to the front, leaving the two girls to look incredulous. Manon smirked.

"Battles may be lost, but wars can be won even so."

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[i]Present[/i]

The creature had attacked the barrier, sending ripples through it. It would not last much longer, if Scott were to be believed. And even then, the necrotic nature of the beast meant that it could still attack them. Phalko ran ahead of them, in what Manon felt was a vain attempt to get help, but retreat was necessary. She wasn't stupid enough to believe they could take on the creature. Simon was in no state. Scott had began to aid him in leaving, allowing Manon to turn and run back towards the keep. There, they could at least figure out what to do next. If the creature had done anything in the meantime, she could help heal and cleanse if need be.

Manon played the situation in her head, like her parents taught her. Realistically, there was little they could do. Manon, as she ran, stuck close to Scott and Simon. The two of them, together, posed a more viable target, especially Simon. 

The barrier wouldn't hold longer. They just needed to be farther away when the beast got past it. If they got through this, Manon had many questions for the others.

[i]If[/i] they got through this, of course.[/color]