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Zephyr He made his way toward Aurora to let her know that he just met a mean firstie, as he looked back at her, he did a double take as Beatrice paused on her tracks holding her side. Mordred frowned at the sight, thinking if he should approach her or not.
"Gah. 'ickle Firsties." he said to himself as he turned around and made her way toward her.
"What is it this time?" he said crossing his arms sneering. "Hey, you're hurt!" he said as he gabbed her by the arms and helped her sit on one of the benches. "What's wrong with you?" he asked in a serious tone. Mordred looked around to see if a healer was around.
Her vision was starting to get blurred. There was something really wrong. The pain flooded her senses. She was shaking and she felt her hands numb. Someone grabbed her arms an ushered her to sit.
Who's this ? she managed to ask herself. The voice asking her, though she couldn't hear the words properly was oddly familiar. She tried to open her eyes but all turned black.