Chapter 1:
The last Ichani was blasted to smithereens and Sonea gasped at what she had done. Turning to Akkarin she froze, he was deathly white and very still. She bent down and immediately felt inwards to see if he was alive, searching she found nothing, but still searched deeper unbelieving. Hope! There was the tiniest bit of magic barely keeping him alive, so gave him every last scrap of magic she had left, though she was very near depletion herself. She didn't know enough where to start healing, as she had never seen this type of injury before, but she would do everything she could. Luckily Dorrien, Rothen and Balkan were nearby and they might be able to help, she hoped they would get here soon. Then she remembered the university doors! They had closed them before the fight, so they'd have to go all the way around... She frantically thought what to do, then it hit her.
-Vinara!
-Sonea!
-The fight is over, the Ichani are dead. I need your help though, Akkarin is badly hurt.
She sent Vinara an image of Akkarin's wounds and the surrounding area the knife had affected.
-His wounds are very grave and I don't know how fast I can get back to the Guild, as we are currently under the city. How much magic do you have?
-None, I gave my last to help keep Akkarin alive.
-I will be there as soon as I can.
By this time Dorrien was rushing to her, with Balkan and Rothen not far behind. "Dorrien!" She exclaimed teary eyed. "Do you have any magic left?"
"No." He panted exhaustedly.
"Akkarin is badly hurt! And has only a tiny bit of magic keeping him alive"
Rothen and Balkan arrived then, and both replied the same. They'd need to find some magic fast, but she didn't want to leave Akkarin's side, not when he was this vulnerable. Many emotions tore through her, and she hoped Vinara would arrive soon. Feeling out she sensed that the magic Akkarin had now had halved. She had to make a choice now. Looking back at the university she tried to sense the nearest source of magic. The university doors! They had stood there for centuries, yet she never knew they were imbued with magic. She let go of Akkarin and ran, ignoring questions from Dorrien. Reaching the doors she touched them carefully and pulled the magic from the wood and into her, the doors fragmented as she drew it all out. It was only a small amount of magic, but it made all the difference now. She ran back and quickly sent all the magic forth into Akkarin, hoping that his body would hold onto the last drop of life. Dorrien reached out and tried to find a solution to start healing but to no avail. Time started to slow as tears poured from Sonea's eyes as they were helpless to save him. This is when Balkan spotted a green speck on the edge of the city "Vinara is here." He murmured. Sonea looked up and saw her striding towards the Guild and some hope was restored. "Hold on," she whispered to Akkarin, stroking his face "help is almost here." It seemed an eternity until Vinara reached them and she rushed down and sent her mind forth. Before she left the city she had taken any spare magic everyone had left so she could save Akkarin, and she hoped there was enough. She concentrated on the organs first as the knife had punctured a lung and blood was seeping into it. Blood was persuaded to leave it and exit his body, cut flesh was knitted back together and slowly the wound started to heal. Vinara looked up at Sonea and smiled, "he should be fine so long as he has lots of rest to recover properly. I have fixed the major damage but he still has a lot of healing to do." Sonea smiled back clearly exhausted. Whilst Vinara was busy healing Akkarin, Balkan had communicated to the surviving magicians that it was safe to return. Now was the time for everyone to heal.