<blockquote><div><cite>The Creator wrote:</cite>Lady Violetta simply made a symbol in the air and a water deluge fell on the fire and on Angela.<br/><br/>"An angel you are not. Now behave yourself in the matter befitting a young wizardess. I must attend to that student over there who happens to be unconscious. And if you don't I will use my rope on you."  Lady Violetta snapped at Angel.<br/><br/>~I am now speaking to you through telepathy, Eira. Be patient for I think that you will be fine while I check out this other student..I'll be back in a bit.~<br/><br/>While she was speaking to Eira, Lady Violetta walked briskly to the young man on the ground. She knelt next to him<br/><br/>"Hello there young man. How are you feeling? Where do you hurt?" she asked him.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>James was fading in and out of consciousness. He was delirious from blood loss, he thought he saw his best friend kneeling next to him. He was barely able to whisper, as tears came down his face.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Tiffany, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I couldn't- Augh."</span></span></span>His wound was getting worse, the pain was nearly unbearable. He was just waiting for death to take him. Perhaps he would see his parents and his friend again. If so then death wouldn't be that bad, unless there was nothing but blackness. Or he went to the hell of whatever religion he hadn't believed in, but turned out to be true. Should he fear the unknown? I guess it doesn't really matter for he would know soon enough. At least he thought he would. But fate had different plans for him.