AN: Hi there! This is my first story. What better way to start than to revive a character whose death had me pausing the video with horror struck look on my face and immediately confirming it on the the Wiki much to my disappointment. Anyways, hope you all enjoy. Spoiler for Tartaros arc.

The Magic Council was having an important meeting regarding what to do with the Demons of Tartaros.

Doranbolt stood guard outside next to his best friend Lahar, his stomach churning. He had heard rumours that the Demons of Tartaros were very powerful enemies and that a war might break out. He gave a sideways glance at Lahar and wondered if this war might cost them their lives. Doranbolt shuddered at the thought of Lahar dying in battle, he wasn't sure what he would do then.

Lahar turned and saw his worried look and smiled at him reassuringly. Doranbolt smiled back, not wanting to worry him. After all, he would have Lahar's back, right?

Shouting could suddenly be heard from inside the meeting room. Doranbolt felt tremors shaking the floor and a loud rumbling noise filled his ears. A bright light enveloped them. Time seemed to go into slow motion as Doranbolt lunged at Lahar. He felt a searing pain hit the the right side of his face and arm as he grabbed his best friend and teleported away.

They reappeared on top of a nearby hill. Doranbolt heard a groan and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw the condition his friend was in. Lahar's left side was covered in blood and his face was a deathly pale colour.

Doranbolt felt his blood run cold.

"Lahar! Wake up! This is an emergency! This is not the time to play de-" He swallowed.

There was no way...he had to be alive!

Doranbolt was distantly aware that it had begun to rain. He quickly lowered Lahar to the ground and checked for a pulse. He was relieved to hear Lahar's heartbeat, however, his breathing was shallow. Just then Doranbolt heard a loud resounding explosion similar to the one that they had just escaped from. He looked up just in time to see what was left of the Magic Council building explode again.

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Doranbolt had rushed Lahar to the nearest hospital. He had scared the wits out of the nurse sitting at the front desk when he staggered in, soaked in blood, supporting an unconscious Lahar and sporting a wild look in his eyes as he demanded for a doctor to treat his friend at once.

She had jumped up and stumbled a few feet from her desk before screaming for help. Once a few doctors and more experienced nurses had arrived, Lahar had been taken to the emergency treatment room.

An hour passed with Doranbolt answering questions and then pacing back and forth outside the room. When his own burns attracted another nurse's attention, he found himself forced into a different ward to be treated, much to his indignation.

Finally, one of the doctors came to inform him that Lahar's life was no longer in danger. Doranbolt still had to wait until the next day before he was allowed to visit his friend. It was a great relief to see Lahar breathing evenly and hearing the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Lahar's face was still pale , his glasses had been lost in the explosion and his long black hair was let down.

Doranbolt sighed, he had heard news that no survivors were found in the wreckage of the explosion.

Dammit! Why did this happen? Why couldn't he do anything to save the council members or keep his best friend from getting hurt?

Doranbolt cursed his own uselessness.

Next time, things will be different. Next time, he wouldn't let his friend get hurt again, he promised himself.

THE END