[u][h3][color=pink]Lyn[/color], College[/h3][/u]

Lyn bounced and bobbed, every part of heavy from the blood sickness spreading through her body. She was lucky at least. The case was mild and treatable, something she would live past to see another day. Through it likely frightened Annabeth than the girl at the moment as she tried to weakly hang onto the older student’s waist, her arms feeling more numb and on the verge of breaking then she would’ve liked. Her ears caught the dull thumps when Annabeth discarded the spear letting it crumble to the ground and felt Annabeth’s arm reach behind to steady her, pulling the thin girl toward the horse’s front where she was barred in by those same arms reining in the horse.  

Samson just rode on rapidly, ignorant, the animal’s hooves kicking up dirt plops in his wake toward the college.   His nostrils flared from the relentless pace and his breath became laboured with the endless activity that his flank started to become coated in sticky sweat. Still, his heart and legs were strong and he rode on with a heart of champion against the ach rising in his wearisome muscles. His board body easily navigating the wood until the collage castle came into view. 

Lyn, weak and tired, was helpless as she leaned against Annabeth who was mumbled about her stupidity. [color=a187be]"Stupid, stupid! How could you let this happen! Lyn, please, hold on..."[/color] 

The guards didn’t notice them at first, their eyes stared ahead when Samson immediately popped into view several meters from the gates. His ruthless dash slowed to a lighter gallop in order to ease the stress but kept moving them along toward their goal, making it impossible to be caught. Annabeth’s loud roar nearly made Lyn jump in her seat when the brunette addressed the guards.   [color=a187be]"It's me! Annabeth Gulch! Open the gates, hurry!"[/color] 

By the time they reached the gate, their welcoming and huge doors were wide open allowing them through. Still drowsy and weak, Lyn barely registered the rest of the scene as Annabeth scattered the students within the courtyard and push to the main castle. 

[color=a187be]"Goddammit, of all times he of all people can't watch over Lyn!"[/color] Annabeth curse, the first time the girl actually ever heard from the woman, causing her to frown then tilt her head to look at the dark haired woman with a surprised expression. The woman hadn’t seemed to notice while she pulled Samson to halt and hopped down. She raised her hands to catch Lyn who gingerly followed with outstretched hands. Unable to walk, Annabeth cradled the child in her feminine arms into the main part of the college. Navigating the winding corridors and pathways, she didn’t realize exactly where they were heading until they reached their destination. Propped Lyn up into one hand, Annabeth hastily pounded the door in her panic and shouting like a mad woman. [color=a187be]"Khan! Khan, open up, please! I have Lyn, we need your help!"[/color]

[u][h3][color=goldenrod]Khan[/color], College in his Office[/h3][/u]

Khan had been doing paperwork, his figure hunched over his desk and hand writing his signature to several forms Lucilia had delivered to him. His dual colored eyes looking over each detail with care and focus that the pounding on the made him jump with a start. Immediately, his braided head jerked back to the source as it seemed to get louder and louder with the length of time.  The headmaster’s arm reached from his desk to his side then hauled himself up quickly, his feet moving to the door in a matter of second and jerked it open. On the other side was Annabeth holding a very weakened Lyn who was cradled in her arms. 

Eyes widened quickly at the unexpected sight, his mind summoned Rathel in an instant as vines sprouted from around the pair and supported the teenage youth in their gentle embrace before pulling her into a nearby cot, made of the very same vines. Slowly, the plant like demon appeared from the Inferno and started to check over the child carefully. His  mouth tendrils flickered in relief when he turned to the demonomancer with the positive news. [color=palegreen] “She’ll be alright, merely a mild case of blood sickness is all.” [/color] 

Manipulating the vines, Rathel pulled the herb kit from Annabeth’s waist and pulled out two arcanite salves and a cup of tea which he then poured in quickly. The herbs dissolved as he then pressed the liquid to the teenager’s lips with his clawed hands, letting Lyn take small sips that quickly eased her symptoms. [color=palegreen] “Drink, little. There you go. That should help”[/color] 

His eyes shifted to Khan, noting the small wooden carving held in Lyn’s hand, one depicting a rabbit. Both were wondering the same thing as the headmaster carefully took Annabeth’s arm and pulled her, supporting her weight for when she collapsed (a fact that seemed to have happened any moment) with his cane arm. Not the wisest option because the weight would’ve made him grit his teeth in pain as it strained his leg. Determined not to let the pain slow him down, he started to lower her into the nearest chair when he asked the question on his mind. [color=goldenrod] “What happened, why is Lyn so weak? Where’s the others and what’s happened?”[/color] 

It was clear he wasn’t informed about Mar’s condition in the medical wing or anything else that had happened within the College grounds. However, before Annabeth could utter a word… Ssarak’s doppelganger arrived. Standing in the middle of the room, his wings tucked in and immaterial body strolled toward the Eysire quickly. His words were ethereal sounding and echoed in all their heads with each ‘breath’ it spoke. He delivered the message about the students’ condition in the catacombs Naga survivors they discovered, and the dangers. Namely from a mysterious source and the most surprising one of all, Tyrael. 

Khan’s fingers gripped his cane tightly making his knuckles pure, unmistakable white in their grasp. His figure grew very, very still as if the life was drained out of his image and evaporated into the scene. There was a cold chill in the air when Zaad emerged, his sand like appearance suddenly coming from the very wood works itself and collected in the center. His red eyes looked at the Demonomancer with his four, red eyes cautiously for even he knew the rage pulsing under the surface. Even now, he was partly expecting the headmaster’s arm to crush the very cane within his grasp while it creaked slightly against the pressure. It was all adrenaline from his emotions but they still were dangerous never the least. 

[color=SteelBlue] “We have some bimbo pill messing around in the Nox around the college. Never seen anything like him. It’s taking all my wits just to keep a hold of the weasel but he keeps slipping out of my grasp. When I get ahold of the slimball, I’m going to beat him off good.” [/color] Zaad snarled quietly, his head studying the headmaster who said nothing out loud but relayed orders within his head. He smirked then added. [color=Steelblue] “Ab-so-lute-ly, Boss. I’ll keep at it.  Ducky with Tyrael and hope it ends well…well, maybe not.” [/color] 

With those words he vanished. Khan looked toward Rathel, then made an order that surprisingly was made in a sharp, cold tone. [color=goldenrod] “Stay here, Rathel. Keep both Lyn and Annabeth within this. Anyone tries to get in, student or otherwise, seal the doors. They get past them… you know what to do.”[/color]

Rathel nodded solemnly, his vines creating another smaller batch of tea then passed it to Annabeth. [color=palegreen] “Drink that and be still.”[/color] 

His tendrils flickered in worry, his hairs feeling toward where Khan’s heat faded, his figure waltzing out the door and closed them behind him with a loud, echoing thump. It made the demon flinch at the force used in the action as he then added. [color=palegreen] “Tyrael, you fool. He held nothing but respect and trust for you...and now, you’ve broken that. What have you done?”[/color]