Snippet #1541966

Amira had entered the School, after leaving her horse in the stables. Ventum swayed on her shoulder as they were announced to the rest of those already gathered in the school. Sweeping her long hair over her shoulder, she merely nodded, before taking a seat far away from anyone else, watching with cautious bright blue eyes. It would appear that every one of the Nations had sent a Prince and Princess and they were each gathered with a deity. Already she could see a rabbit and a wolf. Frowning, she glanced at her hawk, who had been scanning the room as well, he gave her a knowing look. She shrugged, nearly unsettling him from her shoulder and returned to her gazing. Amira had always been a curious person and it was better that she scoped out the room, should she need an exit immediately. She noted the doors that led out of the room and any possible escape routes that she may need in an emergency. Though she highly doubted that they would be attacked in such a situation, it never hurt to know your surroundings.

When the Southern Princess stood up to say a few words, she turned her head to watch her. Raising her eyebrows, she noted the very innocent look about the young girl. It was after her words, when she was seated that the trouble began. A cold chill crept up her spine and she shivered, closing her eyes for a moment. Amira felt the cold of a blade against her neck. On her shoulder Ventum made a loud noise, taking flight quickly. Instantly, she made to grab her sword, but seconds too late she realised that a sword would be no good against a shadow. Cursing, she hissed under her breath. A loud caw from above was followed by the flapping of wings as Ventum made to attack the shadow. In that instant, Amira rolled from its grip. When she stood to face the shadow, she raised her useless sword. It was holding her deity securing and she faltered in her movements, her eyes widening.

"Please, don't harm him," She whispered, showing her only real weakness. The shadow seemed to make a noise, almost like a laugh. "Don't harm him!" Her words were furious and her eyes glinted dangerously. She raised her hand, without really realising what she was doing. A blast of bright light flew from her palm, warming her, comforting her fear. It shot straight at the shadowy figure who seemed to take fright and disappeared at the use of the light. Ventum fell to the floor with a thump. Sheathing her sword, she released a breath she didn't realise she had been holding. Skidding to his side, she scooped him up, chewing her bottom lip. He looked to be alright.

"I'm fine Princess," He told her, nipping her fingers affectionately. She smiled down at him, but it was soon to fade. What had she just done? And how had she managed to fend off that shadow? It had been magic, she was sure of it. Like the magic that had saved her from that fall all those years ago. Looking around, she could see a casually dressed man fighting against the shadows as well, he seemed to be producing the same light at she had. At a distance she couldn't see his face, only that he appeared so far to be the only one producing magic. Placing Ventum on her shoulder again, she tore across the Hall towards him, ducking a shadow as she did. A spark of light came from her hand again and she frowned, though there was no more signs of any magic.

Coming to a halt beside the man who was fighting a shadow, she raised her own hands. "Come on... She thought to herself, desperately. She needed to see some signs of magic. The people in here needed protecting. At the thought, a ball of pure light flew from them, giving her the warm sensation as it had before. As her light collided with the shadowy figure, his did as well. She closed her eyes against the sudden flash, though when she opened them the shadow had gone.

"Please, explain to me what I just did," She said, panting slightly, looking at Marcus. "Because I have absolutely no idea..."