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Sept 8, 2007 21:38:44 GMT -5
Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 8, 2007 21:38:44 GMT -5
Making it to just outside of the Hogwart's grounds, D'rorah had disapparated with a loud crack. She reappeared, moments later at a place she had not visited in a long time: a flat her parents had left in in Tel Aviv. Drained of what little strength she had, she pulled herself back to her human form and collapsed on the floor of the apartment, unable to move any further. Her wounds reopened and bleeding, she fell into a sleep closer to unconsciousness. At least here, she would be safe... the house had anti-apparation barriers her father had set up which would only allow family members in. And, as far as she knew, no one at Hogwart's knew about the apartment. She could gather her strength here and try to sort out the mess of her mind.
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Sept 9, 2007 17:50:41 GMT -5
Post by Wysteria Edwin on Sept 9, 2007 17:50:41 GMT -5
Wysteria turned over the question of where Drorah could be in her mind for the past few hours ever since she had been questioned by the Headmistress. Drorah had never struck Wyst as being a person easily confused...and when Caira had said that it had not settled well with her. Perhaps all the information was not being revealed to Wysteria, and while that was upsetting to her she nevertheless understood that secrecy sometimes happened in times of crisis.
Her last class of the day was Divination, and even though she might have benefitted from some future insight she barely paid attention. At the end of the class Wyst practically bolted from the room and headed toward the owlry. She had gotten a sudden revelation in the middle of the lecture and wanted to act on it immediately before she lost her nerve. A few places had popped into her mind that she wanted to explore without alerting the Headmistress. She wanted to make sure her suspicions were right before going to Caira with her information.
Wysteria picked the most "oridinary" owls to deliver her three pieces of parchment that she ahd scribbled during her Divination class. They all read the same thing:
Sparrow, it's the vamp. Hope to hear from you soon.
Wysteria wanted to keep the message anonymous and at the same time not so short that someone might think it was an urgent and secret communique. The first was addressed to an old library Drorah had mentioned frequenting, the second to her parent's old apartment, and the third to Leaky Cauldron.
As she watched the owls fly off Wysteria whispered a small prayer that one of them would find Drorah safely.
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Sept 9, 2007 18:04:14 GMT -5
Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 9, 2007 18:04:14 GMT -5
D'rorah had no idea how long she lay on the floor of the apartment. She opened her eyes slowly as she felt a tapping, screeching sound in her head. She blinked several times, confused as to what the noise was and finally realized that it wasn't in her head at all. It was at the window. She lifted her face from the carpeted floor and fumbled for her wand. Then, realizing she didn't have it, she dragged herself to the window and opened it as far as she could. The owl pushed the letter through the small crack, landing near D'rorah.
With trembling hands she opened and read it.
Sparrow, it's the vamp. Hope to hear from you soon.
She blinked a few times and re-read the words, trying to make sense of them in her confused, exhausted state. Suddenly the realization dawned on her... Wysteria.
She looked at the note for a moment as though it might bite her. Whom could she trust anymore? But she knew Wysteria... she was the only person she had ever considered to be a friend... she had to trust someone. Not having a quill or any ink, she reached forward with trembling hands, wounds still bleeding. Feebly, she scratched the words "Tel Aviv" into the paper, leaving a faint trail of crimson. She folded the note and held it up towards the window, feeling the owl take it from her fingers.
Gathering her strength, she closed the window and lay down against the wall to sleep, too spent to move any further.
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Sept 9, 2007 18:38:55 GMT -5
Post by Wysteria Edwin on Sept 9, 2007 18:38:55 GMT -5
Wysteria was munching quietly on a plum in her dorm, trying to study but finding it quite hard to concentrate. The three owls she had sent out had not returned by nightfall, and by midnight she was worried that none of them had reached Drorah. She was about to shut her book and try to catch some sleep when a soft rapping noise turned her attention to the window. It was was an owl...
Throwing open the window, she carefully removed the parchment from the owl's leg. Unscrolling it, Wysteria found the inside words to be scribbled in some brown and reddish substance. She knew the sight of dried blood very well and had no doubt that's what it was written in. Caira was correct...Drorah was not in her right mind.
As she reread the words "Tel Aviv", Wyst tried to think of what could drive Drorah so far from Hogwarts...so far from any real safety. Unless of course, she didn't feel safe at Hogwarts. Wysteria's throat ran dry as she realized that this must be the case...they had been betrayed by someone or something. She drew a shakey breath as Wyst tried to consider her best options from this point. Whoever had betrayed them had to be close to Drorah, someone who they thought would be trustworthy.
Wyst shook her head violently. She didn't want to think that anyone within the circle of Elemental Masters and Warriors would ever cross over to battle with the Shadow Mage. But for now...she could only trust herself.
Flying out of her dorm, she ran down the corridors as fast as she could. Which, with her genetics and adrenaline, was at a lightening pace. Once she reached the gates so she could apparate, she turned on the spot and thought of Drorah's apartment at Tel Aviv.
*POP*!
Drorah was on the ground, barely conscious and still bleeding from her old wounds.
"Dee!" she cried, kneeling next to her and trying to think of all the healing spells she knew. Which weren't many, but she did know a few useful ones.
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Sept 9, 2007 18:50:05 GMT -5
Post by Mordred Kade on Sept 9, 2007 18:50:05 GMT -5
As soon as Mordred's foot touched the floor of the Sixth Floor Corridor a loud pop rang out. He had apparated to find D'rorah. The one place he knew she would feel safe. He remembered it distinctly from the first mental connection he shared with Dee.
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Mordred appeared just outside of the apartment building that Dee was sure to be. He looked over his shoulder and to his sides, making sure no one was around. The place seemed almost diserted.
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Mordred appeared just outside of the door that stood in the way of him and Dee. Mordred drew his wand and tapped the door knob, which turned and the door popped open. He stepped inside and peared around a corner and saw Wysteria and Dee, who looked worse than before. He rushed over to her and fell to his knees. "Dee... we need to get you back to the hospital wing!"
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Sept 9, 2007 19:04:38 GMT -5
Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 9, 2007 19:04:38 GMT -5
D'rorah's eyes opened slowly at the sound of Wysteria's voice. Only a few moments later, the door opened and she saw Mordred enter the apartment. Her eyes widened and she struggled to sit up, to push herself away from the face linked to her torment in the shadow realm. "No, no please," she said weakly, as she pushed away, huddling into the wall.
She looked at Wysteria. "Why? Why would you bring him? I thought... I thought you were my friend..." she began to shake as her confusion and emotions built. She looked from Wysteria to Mordred. Here she was, no wand, too weak to fight, confronted by her Elemental Master. She had trusted him and now all she could feel as she looked at him were the memories of the pain form the Shadow Realm.
She struggled to her feet, her survival instinct kicking in. Her eyes darted wildly around the room, for anything she could use to defend herself. Seeing nothing, she did the only thing she could think to do in her weakened and confused state... without even realizing it, she had begun to murmur to herself in Hebrew... "Mi shebeirakh avoteinu hu y'vareikh et hailee tzevah hagana l'Yisrael, ha'om'dim al meeshmar artzinu..."
Her eyes leapt across the room more and more frantically as she drew upon her depleted energy for a way out. The window... she thought. If only she could make it to the window... summoning strength she wasn't even sure she had, she sprinted towards the window across the room, intent on crashing through and shifting to her animagus form to fly away... if she didn't succeed... well... death would be more pleasant than the torture she had endured before. She would not allow herself to be subjected to that torture again and risk losing herself to the Shadow Realm... she would never allow herself to serve the Mage.
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Sept 9, 2007 19:19:50 GMT -5
Post by Wysteria Edwin on Sept 9, 2007 19:19:50 GMT -5
Wysteria's brow furrowed at Dee's statement.
"Drorah, I am your friend," she said, baffled by her response.
Mordred was her Elemental Master, shouldn't she be glad he was here to help her? She blinked a few times, remembering her suspicions from earlier and turned slowly to face Professor Kade. Wyst could not bring herself to distrust Mordred so quickly, but there were clearly things that she was not being made aware of. She greatly disliked information being kept from her and she wanted to know everything. Now.
"Why does she not want you here Mordred?" she asked, addressing him without the formal Professor title and surname for the first time. She took a few steps toward Drorah, who clearly wanted to leave but was not really aware of her surroundings.
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Sept 9, 2007 19:44:54 GMT -5
Post by Mordred Kade on Sept 9, 2007 19:44:54 GMT -5
Mordred fell backwards as Dee stood up and made a run for the door. Mord thrusted his hand at Dee and she stopped, running in place, just a few inches from the ground. Mordred didn't know what do to, he had no clue why she acted the way she did. He slowly stood up and levitated her back to the couch. Mordred raised his other hand, she was putting up a fight. Finally, after restraining her, he looked her in the eyes. She was scared, but why would she be scared of me?
"Dee, it's me, Mordred..... Why are you acting like this?" He turned to Wysteria, who was now talking to him. "I have no earthly idea!"
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Sept 9, 2007 19:53:06 GMT -5
Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 9, 2007 19:53:06 GMT -5
D'rorah's mind churned furiously as she was stopped in mid-stride and guided towards the couch. She looked back into eyes she had once thought she had known. Suddenly, she was struck with the cold realization that she would finally either die or be corrupted here. She couldn't fight back, but she would at least stand with dignity against her attacker.
"You well know," she said, her voice shifting from a frightened tone to a cold, distant tone. "I will never join you. You may as well kill me now... if you do not, I will kill you as soon as I am able." Her gaze became icy, the grey of her eyes flashing dangerously. He was so close. "Tell your mistress I will never fight for her." Her gaze flashed to Wysteria, certain she had been the one to tell Mordred where she was. She truly felt defeated and alone at the moment. There was no one left for her to trust. She waited to see what they would do to her, feeling herself weaken further simply from the effort of maintaining consciousness... of sitting upright. With any luck, she could hold out long enough to slip away into oblivion, before she would fall prey to darkness.
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Sept 9, 2007 19:58:18 GMT -5
Post by Mordred Kade on Sept 9, 2007 19:58:18 GMT -5
Mordred stood their, confused and taken by surprise at what she had just said. Tell your mistress? I will not join you? She couldn't possibly think he was on the Mage's side! It was completely and totally ridiculous! Mordred closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up from a dream. But alas, everything was as it had been. "Dee, I NEVER considered the idea of joining with the Mage! I would never stoop to her level. Wysteria and I are you friends, not enemies. And we fight to stop the Mage and bring peace to our world."
Mordred stopped talking, still gazing at her eyes, searching for some reason why she would think this. "I'm here to help..."
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Sept 9, 2007 20:04:45 GMT -5
Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Sept 9, 2007 20:04:45 GMT -5
"Help me with another dagger," she murmured, her voice losing strength as she did. Her gaze did not falter and her voice, though weak, did not waver. "I know what I saw that night... your charade cannot last forever, Professor." Her eyelids drooped as her strength waned and her breathing became shallow and labored. Slowly her vision fuzzed and faded and despite fighting to remain conscious, her body soon slackened against the couch. In a last desperate throe for escape, she attempted to Shadow Meld, to use her Shadow form to escape, but only managed to briefly flicker before her mind stilled.
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Sept 9, 2007 20:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Wysteria Edwin on Sept 9, 2007 20:14:17 GMT -5
Wysteria looked from Drorah to Mordred, staying silent while Mord tried to convince Dee of their good intentions. Was Drorah saying Mordred was her torturer? Or did something happen after they had all gone to bed which forced Drorah to flee the castle? Drorah was clearly trying to communicate, but could not comprehend that her words were somewhat disjointed.
"Dee, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'that night'...are you speaking of when you were in the shadow realm, or after?" she asked, unconsciously, feeling her robes to grip her wand. Something was not right here, and the tensions witin the room were enough for Wyst to go on the offensive if need be.
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Sept 9, 2007 20:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Mordred Kade on Sept 9, 2007 20:21:31 GMT -5
Mordred let his hands fall to his side when D'rorah slid unconscious. He was relieved a bit, Dee was very strong willed and it took a great deal of strength to stop her. Mordred looked at Wysteria, she was clinching her fist. Mordred quickly backed away, hoping she wouldn't try to attack him. "Don't listen to what she is saying, I fear the Mage has done something to her mind. You know It couldn't have been me that tortured her, I was with you and many others the whole night!"
Mordred stopped, things were so screwed up right now. How in the hell could Dee possibly believe he had tortured her? It was preposterous. "You believe me don't you?"
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Sept 9, 2007 20:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Wysteria Edwin on Sept 9, 2007 20:36:26 GMT -5
Wysteria took a deep breath, looking at Mord and feeling her jaw tighten in apprehension and uncertainty. It didn't make any sense...Mord was with them the whole time trying to help Drorah. But she had left Hogwarts at night, and something had caused her to feel not safe.
"I...there's no way it could have been you," she said, sighing and sitting down on an empty chair. "You were with us the whole time, like you said. And Drorah is a strong telepath, surely she would have picked up on any malintent."
Wysteria bit her bottom lip as she tried to make sense of what Drorah had just told them. Could the Shadow Mage have altered her memory?
"Something happened in the infirmary to make her leave," she said, "whether it was the memory of her torture or another event, I do not know. I am gifted at memory charms, I could be able to find out how her memory was altered but most likely not who did it. However, I wouldn't want to do such a thing while she is so weak. She needs to be healed in some way or another, and I think for her mental sanity we should keep her here. I know a few healing spells but I won't be able to do anything for her more serious injuries."
Wysteria sighed, her shoulders and upper back beginning to ache with the tensions she was holding in her muscles. She looked to Mordred, hoping that as an adult professor his healing skills were more advanced than her own.
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Sept 9, 2007 21:45:17 GMT -5
Post by Mordred Kade on Sept 9, 2007 21:45:17 GMT -5
"Someone... I can't recall who, but someone mentioned Gat Soldiers name. Said they saw him when they made a mental connection to Dee. I wonder if thats another trick the Mage did... We need to talk to Gat when we get back." Mordred paused, something was on the tip of his tounge... he couldn't say it though, he didn't know what it was. Something to do with Gat, but what. Then, an image came swirling into his head, a Dragon!
"THATS IT! Gat soldier's animagus form is a dragon! I saw a dragon leaving the school grounds today, before I went to the infirmary!"
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