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Shrinking back against the building as far as he could, Kyriel tried not to make any noise, move, or breathe. It was obvious that the Drow knew that he was still there, but Kyriel seriously disliked the idea of surrendering himself over to his foe.

Kyriel just felt annoyed at his demand for thanks. The way it was said rather discouraged him from doing it. He now especially felt that he should run, but he still did not really want to. Might as well let the guy find him rather than use up energy to try running. Folding his arms over his chest, he let out a sigh. This was stupid. He hated being here. Why could he not just stay at home and learn from his parents...?

More tears were starting to form, which Kyriel furiously tried to wipe away. It was bad enough that the Drow was going to find him, he should not allow him the pleasure of laughing at his tears.

[Jurinjo]

In response all he got was tears. Great what happen to that insane bravery earlier standing up to him? All Bryn was getting right now was a big baby. It grated his nerves and he let out an audible growl.

"Fine cry you baby. I'll let you get over your dilemma. But don't expect me to help you again if I'm going to get tears again." he sighed like a mother exasperated with her child. Kyriel somehow hit a chord within Xul'Bryn. He pitted the elf and genuinely wanted to help. That however was for the weak. Perhaps given the right motivation this elf would be useful to him. It was highly doubtful at the point but he would not concede he was letting emotion sway him.

"Look you may not get it but I thought there was something about you." Now Bryn was at the stairs looking directly at him. His face still held that dangerous look he was so accustomed to wearing. Only it was softer that usual. The drow really was trying hard to be compassionate to get that weepy flower to finally tell him at least one thing he needed to find him again.

"You got a name?"

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This was no good. All he was doing was getting himself more things to insult about himself. As if he needed more of those...

"I didn't ask for your help!" Kyriel shot back, not sure how else to respond. He felt sort of bad for not thanking him now, though it was too late now. He refused to make a fool of himself any further. Plus, just because this Drow decided to help him did not in any way mean that Kyriel was going to like Drows now, even just a little. Though he had not had many dealings with the creatures in the past, the few times he had met Drows had not been pleasant experiences.

"Of course there's something about me." Kyriel replied, barely able to keep his voice from breaking. "I look like a girl. That's it." He said, voice slowly lowering. It truly was the only thing he could think of when it came to his identity. Only when he was around his parents did he think there was anything else to him than that.

"Kyriel." He said quietly, resting his chin on his knees and trying to keep his eyes averted away from the Drow. Although he was nowhere close to being ready to call him a friend to any degree, he would at least accept this much. "At least now you know what name to use when you insult me, hm?" He said dryly, still refusing to look at the boy. It looked like this year was going to be even worse than last year. Kyriel hoped that the next break would be soon.

[Jurinjo]

Bryn's eyes flared. He had enough with this loser. The path he followed did nothing for him. Bryn could see how the elf felt like disappearing away from all the problems. If he really wanted that he should be learning how! Getting stronger! "Stop wallowing in your self-pity then you girl" he said stressing the word.

"The world I had lived in all my life you would be killed and discarded even by the teachers themselves, there is no place for weaklings. Look around you. There are challenges all around and you shrink and let them trample you! You should be fighting back." Bryn took a step forward. "But. You're. Weak." he said sending his heel towards that pitiful thing's face.

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"Shut up!" Kyriel whined in response, trying to cover his pointed ears with his graceful palms. He wanted so much to be able to move on, but he honestly did not think it was possible. He had no friends to distract him or tell him that his looks did not matter, he had no particular hobby to take up his time, nothing at all that he could think of. This stupid Drow had not a clue what he was talking about. He did not, for sure, know Kyriel enough to make such a judgment. In Kyriel's eyes, he was just trying to be a bully to make himself feel significant.

"But I don't live there so it doesn't matter!" Kyriel hissed, finally looking up to glare at the bigger boy. His gaze came up just in time to see the foot come flying at him.

Although it was just short of a direct hit, Kyriel still felt the edge of the boot scrape his cheek. His head jerked to the side a bit, more from his own flinching than from the actual force.

The unstoppable force of tears welling up behind his eyes came upon him again, but Kyriel was not dwelling on his looks anymore. Now it was just rage, an anger more powerful than he had ever felt in his life filling him up. It was actually rather painful, the hate filling his core; he felt like he might burst. The thing was that he was taking not only his anger against the Drow, but also all the anger he had held back over the years from all of the bullying and poking and prodding that he had gone through.

Without saying a word, Kyriel raised his eyes again, taking a very short moment to give the boy a scary scowl before letting it all out. He had abandoned all thought and logic by this point, just doing what his instincts told him to. He flung his arms into the air towards the dark-skinned creature, letting a vicious growl rip from his throat. A massive force left from his palms, sending a wave of energy strong enough to topple a large cow, though he was unaware of this fact. All he knew was that the angry feeling lessened to a somewhat more comfortable point, and he suddenly felt rather exhausted.

It took Kyriel a minute to realize it, but his eyes were closed. Opening them quickly, he scrambled to his feet, heart racing and lungs heaving. The rage was still there, and he was rather certain that he was not finished...

[Jurinjo]

By this point Bryn stopped paying much attention to what the elf had to say. Once Kyriel started crying again he was just about to leave when the unexpected happen. An unbelievable force threw him off his feet and shot him into a nearby wall. For a few seconds his body lay crumbled underneath a crack wall. Byrn recovered though. Some things in his bag might've broke from the impact, and who knew the damage caused to him. Bryn was coughing up blood but he looked at Kyriel and smiled. "Now that's more like it!" he shouted excitedly all the while getting up to his feet.

He shrugged off his bag, but not before pulling out a small wand. Kyriel looked a little exhausted but so was he. The wand would help him cast magic using what little mana he had left. "Do you like it? Want more?" He stepped forward ushering his challenge.

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Standing to the side of the stairs, Kyriel tried to keep himself somewhat under control. His father had always warned him to have good self-control, though he had always thought it was in a basic way. Now he realized that it was actually because of this. Never before had he felt so full of power and in touch with the talented wizard in him. The urge to just let it all out and see what he could do was tempting, but he knew that he had to keep his focus. Even if he could not stop the trembling running through his frame, at least he could keep his eye on the target.

Although Kyriel noticed the blood, he hardly gave a care. All he could see was that smirk, and all he could hear was the taunts. He just wanted to take it all out on this Xul'Bryn, even if it killed the Drow. At least if he did something so drastic as that, perhaps he would get sent home.

Throwing his right hand out like he was pitching a ball, Kyriel sent another burst of the anger toward the foe in the form of a bolt of fire. He had not even known that he could do that. He would have to tell his father about that in his next letter.

That was, of course, if Kyriel got the chance to write another letter. It just now occurred to him that perhaps he would be the one not walking away from this.

The thought came and went quickly though. It no longer mattered to Kyriel; he needed to get this out. If someone's life ended because of it, so be it.

[Jurinjo]

Kyriel's frame trembled under all that rage. He could see the pure hate in his eyes and wondered what spell the angry elf would choose. "Fireball" he said just before using the wand to deflect it up and allowing it to harmlessly dissipate in the air. He made it look easy. Bryn's way of fighting depended not on how much power he had but how to redirect an attack and subvert his enemies. But damn that kid could put power behind it. The ball of flame was compressed making it that deflection difficult- not that Bryn even showed this however.

"Drows teach to harness your rage to power your attacks, but you must not let it cloud your thoughts. You can't overpower me you're still too weak. But I see I was not wrong about your potential Kyriel." He tapped the wand thoughtfully on his lips like a teacher deciding what to do about his student. "Girly or not I respect you more than those three bullies. Good job." he congratulated him with a rare smile with no hint of amusement or ill-intentions. All good will. Bryn casted a quick flash spell and grabbed his things. Leaving Kyriel to his thoughts like any good mystical teacher.

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The deflection of his attack was discouraging, but it only fueled Kyriel's rage. The more he thought about it, the more times he came to the conclusion that he was no match for the Drow and that he was wasting his time and energy. This battle was only going to end in Kyriel being killed or badly injured, from what he could see.

Kyriel's only thought on the Drow's words were that he did not care since he was not being taught by Drows, but he decided not to voice the thought. He was too close to hyperventilating to say much anyway.

Realizing that he was about to leave him, Kyriel dropped to the ground as his head told him to, sending the energy through the ground this time. He was just barely too late, though the ground still shook and and a crack shot across the dirt from his hands.

Letting out an irritated grunt as he watched the Drow leave, Kyriel felt the urge to follow. His mother's voice rang in his head though. Something about not being any better than the bullies if he bullied people back. He knew that he could not just go against what his mother said. It made sense, anyway.

The raw fury finally cooled off within Kyriel, which proved to be a more tiring experience than he had expected. Relief had been what he had expected, not this.

Crumpling into himself, Kyriel's knees hit the ground, though he hardly felt it. Arms hugging his stomach, he let out a soft moan. His bed was calling him from across the campus, but he had not figured out how he was going to get there. Now would be a good time to know how to magically teleport himself, though even if he knew how, he was probably too weak to perform a feat at such a distance anyway. Maybe if he just stayed there for a bit, he could muster up enough energy for the walk...

[Jurinjo]

Unfortunately he didn't get all that far when a teacher stopped to interrogated him on the noise earlier. Admittedly a bloody drow covered in dust could make a person suspicious there was little point in lying. And he didn't lie once either because he knew that in the end he had done what he thought was right and surely they could agree. The principle accompanied this teacher and Bryn was swiftly taken to the "Detention Room" that negated magical powers. It was completely white and he was the only person in the whole room. Bryn stooped to the floor and ran though his mind everything that happened after his brief skirmish with Kyriel. Memorizing and analyzing it all like prisoner caught in enemy hands.

The Principal and Mr. Kash were amusingly polar opposites in appearances. The principal was a dark haired elf who had gained quite a few pounds in his years. If not for his ears he would have mistook him for a human whereas Kash was a human sporting elegant elvish features and blonde hair. It was hard to tell the principal's personality but for sure he held on tightly to his old elvish ways, including the feud between his kind and the drow. Kash left almost immediately after Bryn started talking. That compassion could be a mark of a good teacher. For the moment he wasn't convinced of that philosophy overworlder favored.

Meanwhile that teacher had wasted no time running to the scene where he caught the drow, Xul'Bryn he was told, had described a fight. The drow's nonchalant manner to his own injuries and possible harm to any of the students involve upset Mr. Kash. He pitied the student for the world he grew up in. Those stupid savages!

It wasn't long til he saw a small frame on the floor between some stairs and across from a fractured wall. Xul'Bryn had not been lying. "Are you okay?" Stupid question but there wasn't anything else he could think of saying as he tried to inspect Kyriel for injuries. Mr. Kash had not been his teacher but knew of the ridicule the student faced. He did worry about it ever escalating to physical encounters, hoping for every student that nothing like that happened in this school.

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The whole time Kyriel knelt there, he mostly was hoping that nobody would come along and find him there like this. Above all else, he hoped that Grylle and his gang would stay away, though he got the feeling that they would after what had happened. In fact, there was even a good chance that they would be staying away from him completely in the near future. Of course, once they licked their wounds and the memory faded, they would be back again, but at least there was a possibility of a few days' vacation from it.

Blinking slowly, Kyriel tried to keep himself conscious, strongly resisting the tears that threatened to come again. He figured that someone would come along eventually, so he did not want to be crying again. Not only that, but crying made him tired, and that was what he was trying to get over. Rubbing his eyes just to make sure, Kyriel let out a soft sigh. The shaking was almost gone, and he was, though very slowly, starting to feel stronger. It would not be too much longer, he figured...

Looking up sharply as someone approached, he was somewhat ashamed to find that it was a teacher. Before the man could get too close, Kyriel pulled his hair into his face to try to cover it somewhat. Even if he was not crying now, he also did not want him to see that he had been crying earlier.

"I'm fine." Kyriel said, hardly thinking about the answer. It was different for him to take such a prideful approach, but he really did not want people to fuss over him anymore. He would live anyway, so it did not really count as a lie in his mind.

[Jurinjo]

"I'm glad" he replied not putting down the pride in the boy's voice. It was probably just him trying to be strong. "Can you walk? I must get you to the nurses- just to check and may sure. I can't believe you survive with that drow student."

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Kyriel sighed heavily, pulling his right leg up to try standing on it. The thought of going to a nurse's office on the first day made him feel a little angry at himself, but he knew that it was a good idea. Although he did not, to his knowledge, have any bad physical wounds, he had never before used that much magic all at once. There was no telling what it had done to him.

Pushing against the ground with his foot, Kyriel found that he could stand, at least. His head was spinning horribly, but he was on his feet. The walking part he was unsure of. He tried taking a step, though it was rather wobbly. Although he hated to enlist the teacher's help so unexpectedly, he grabbed onto his shoulder for support. "I'm fine." He whispered again, though it was rather obvious that he was a long nap away from being truly "fine". He was only thinking about physical wounds though, and in that case, it was true.

[Jurinjo]

>>Fast Forwarding to the next day because juju is a lazybutt >>

It was a good thing he was pretending to be a prisoner to an enemy because the stupid faculty had served him food at all the whole night or even this morning when he was brought to the principal. The entire night was spent locked up in that detention room. Now Bryn understood how those extremely astute to magic could go insane after losing their power. It wasn't so bad but if he had that hallowness long enough perhaps he'd have joined them. Sooner if they also refused to feed him continually. He hadn't eaten for 24 hours, which was not good when you consider the fighting he did yesterday. Bryn was weak and that made it easier for the principal to do what he wanted with him. The hour spent in that office he answered all of that arrogant elf's questions. Much of the time giving him repeated answers. Just hoping that the worms he beat yesterday would eventually come in or that flower Kyriel.

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Kyriel's check-up with the nurse had gone smoothly, although Kyriel was half-asleep the whole time. Other than a few minor scratches and bruises from falling and fighting, a headache, and some major fatigue, he was fine. The nurse, being a magic healer of course, had simply given him some relief from his headache and sent him to bed. His roommate ended up being a quiet, little Elf who gave him no trouble at all, which he was relieved about.

The next morning at breakfast he was approached by the teacher who had found him before, who Kyriel gathered to be Mr. Kash, who told him that he would have to report to the principal. Although the young Elf was not looking forward to that, he knew that he had no choice. Plus, it was important that the staff know who the terrorists were and that they were punished appropriately.

As soon as Kyriel passed over the threshold into the office, he wished he could just turn and run back out of there. His eyes immediately caught sight of the Drow, his reason for distress. Mr. Kash was right behind him though, so he decided to just keep going as if nothing was wrong. The teacher directed him to a seat, thankfully one very far away from Xul'Bryn. The kind teacher gave them both a smile before heading back out, stepping back as he got to the door to let three more into the room. It made Kyriel almost wonder if they were trying to kill him, putting him in this room with all of the bullies all at once. Thankfully Grylle, Driet, and Irfen looked rather nervous about being there with the principal and the Drow, but that did not stop a few snickers and smirks from coming his way. Curling up on the chair, he tried to hide behind his hair again. He really hoped this would go quickly.

[Jurinjo]

The principal, despite Xul'bryn being weak right now, went out of his way with the seating chart to keep the drow away from harming the other four students. The old elf was being stupid, he thought, putting the three bullies so close to their prey. Their snickering was met with his infernal glare, which if they did not see they did feel it. The principal then gave his own glare at Bryn. But the drow just shrugged it off. More powerful or not the worst this elf could do to him was expel him. It didn't matter as much now that he was free from many things that tied him to the underworld he could go where he pleased.

No one spoke during these intense several seconds almost spanning into a minute. "I've heard the story from two of the three parties gathered here today. Unfortunately due to time constraints I could not hear Kyriel's independently." The principal gave the student an apologetic look.