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Zhar’Ryk was just about to inform Kiara that his hollow threats were in fact [i]not[/i] hollow when a girl patted him on the back and then flitted away in distraction. Not just any girl, though, a faerie! An Unseelie faerie! Had Kiara not been so preoccupied she might have ran up to and tackled the girl in excitement.

Somewhere between Kiara’s disrespectful tongue and the other faerie girl’s indiscretion, Zhar’Ryk had lost it. It wasn’t until after it had happened that Kiara could begin to assess her situation with an appropriate amount of understanding and judgement. Kiki looked down to see dark blood pooling along three huge gashes across her chest. Her lip trembled slightly, she’d never felt something quite like this before. The pain was soon overshadowed by a much darker emotion. How dare he! He actually fucking [i]hit[/i] her! No one had ever dared to strike her before, not even when she insisted on learning how to spar in court. But he had marred her beautiful flesh, and ruined her handmade dress, all in one inexcusable motion.

Kiara’s eyes turned a deep, dark red, there were no distinctions between pupils, irises, or sclera, her eyes just glowed with the color of her rage. Gone was any trace of light in the faerie, there was no more laughter and no smiles, it was like Kiki wasn’t with them anymore. This was just a shadow of the girl. When she spoke to say[color=ed1c24] “How dare you,”[/color] even her voice had changed from bubbly and tinkling to deep and sinister. Her deadly gaze didn’t move from the the target of her ire, it was like they were the only two beings in the room, no one else mattered. If someone had tried to speak to Kiara, she didn’t hear them… [i]she[/i] wasn’t there.

The skin around the lacerations was the first to lose its glamour, hardening into stone and sealing the wounds. The fleshy gashes were now huge cracks in Kiara’s torso as the stone spread out over her body until she was completely reverted to her faerie form. She looked like a statue that had been shattered and then pieced back together by magick. The cracks in between the pieces of her stone body glowed the same color as her eyes. Her bare feet rooted themselves in the ground as her anger caused tremors deep within the earth. The ground trembled as if a hoard of giants was marching by and the stone pillars in the ballroom shook, threatening to let the ceiling crash down upon everyone.

[color=SlateGray]“Oh dear!”[/color] Lily Bertram remarked as she looked up at the unsteady pillar nearest her and then over to the first year faerie girl. Professor Bertram might not be the faerie advisor, but she was personally well-acquainted with wild fury of elemental magick, and this was [i]not[/i] looking good. In her early, tumultuous, witch years, Lily had nearly leveled whole towns and forests with the power of her wind storms. A couple of the other teachers were heading over to break up the impending dragon fight and Lily busied herself searching through the potion vials she had on her person. [color=SlateGray]“Where is it? Where is it?”[/color] she frantically whispered to herself as she thumbed through the vials. [color=SlateGray]“Aha!”[/color] she said as she retrieved the power stripping potion nearly all teachers were required to carry as a security measure in case a magical student got out of control.

[color=SlateGray]“You guys take care of the dragons, I’ve got the faerie.”[/color] Lily said to professors Ghardelli and Langley. Ms. Bertram strode over to Kiara and uncorked the vial before tossing it at the faeries feet. The purple liquid puddled around Kiara’s feet and began to glow as it temporarily drew out her magick. Lily stared up at the ceiling with worry in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t too late.