Cynn Ellime
Cynn was in the dining hall.
She was sitting in her usual place; the second table from the front right corner. The room was its normal, clean self, with empty tables accompanied by equally empty benches. Next to her sat a rock about as tall as she was and twice as wide. It had crushed part of the bench she sat on. The young elf regarded it with some interest, and as she sat there staring at it she saw a face in it. She couldn't recognize the face, no matter how hard she tried, but it was bleeding from its forehead. She heard a voice, neither male nor female, tell it to put it back where it belonged, and suddenly she was facing a wall several meters away. The wall had a large hole in it, through which Cynn could see fire and hear screams. She figured it would be wrong not to return this obviously hurt rock to its original position and that no harm would be done by keeping all that destruction out of the pristine room.
She turned back to the rock and raised her hand, palm upwards. The rock reacted by removing itself from the ground. Cynn then moved her hand over to the hole in the wall and pushed forward, willing the rock into the space there. The hurt face stopped bleeding and smiled as it sank into its place, then disappeared altogether. The bench Cynn sat upon was no longer broken and splintered at one end, and the wall showed no signs of having ever been broken.
Cynn decided to start writing. She set out her blank books and the scrolls she had brought to transcribe. As she began to move the pen, she felt herself getting into the groove of what she was doing. On one hand, you had the information and the story in the scrolls, while on the other you had a pattern of transcription that was almost rhythmic. It lulled the girl into a trance, so it surprised her when she looked down and saw her rapier in her hand, in her pen's stead. It was just as small as the pen had been, but it was most definitely her rapier. She shook it a few times, as if to get the ink to flow again, and a few drops of blood came to the tip. Upon inspecting what she had already written, Cynn found that the words were a matching shade of red. Realizing that the blood would soon run out, she attempted to make due with what she had. Eventually, a small circle of blood appeared on her forearm, and she dipped the tip of the pen in it to replenish her supply of ink. Continuing to write, it wasn't until the elf had finished transcribing the second scroll that she noticed the girl sitting in front of her.
She jumped and almost fell off the bench. How long had this girl been here? When Cynn recovered, she took a closer look at this girl. She was very good looking. Cynn never thought she'd be thinking that about someone right off the bat, but...this girl was stunning. She had dark red hair that came down to the base of her neck, and a very flattering figure. She had taken a great interest in watching Cynn work, as if it were her favorite sport. Cynn began to feel intimidated by her.
Suddenly the woman's interested look was replaced by one of fright. It dawned on Cynn that this new girl was dressed like a nurse from the infirmary, and sat in a semi-reclined position, as if the bench she was on had some back that the elf couldn't see. This was strange behavior, as the infirmary workers should not be in the dining hall. Their food should have been brought to them, as they needed all the help they could get after the demons had turned against the college. Odd, she thought. When did I get into this cot? She was still sitting like she had on the bench, hunched over her workplace, but now there only a thin mattress beneath her. Looking back to the wall she had repaired, she found the grey stone walls of the infirmary in its place, a door where the bleeding rock had gone. She sat up, confused, and turned back to the girl across from her. However, the girl was not across from her, but was sitting in a chair diagonally from her, on the left side of the cot she sat in, looking terrified.
When she looked at her hands, which had continued moving up until this point, she found no pen-rapier. The inkwell of blood in her arm was covered with a thick cloth wrap. Her books and paper were no where to be found; instead, she saw brilliant white sheets, the same color as her hair, with small imprints where her fingers had traced the words she had been transcribing moments ago. Her eyes were dry, and she realized that they'd been open for several minutes. She realized that she had not blinked once in the dining hall.
Straightening up, Cynn tried to suppress her shocked expression. It didn't really work. "Um...hi..." She didn't really know what to say. The red-headed woman's terrified expression continued. "Um...I'm...I'm Cynn... What...wh-what happened?"