AN: This is chapter two. I would like you to review, even if you dislike it. I need ideas and a new title so please review.

Chapter Three

Talia woke to urgent knocking on her door. From beside her, Dirk was mumbling about stampedes and storms. The person pounding on the door brought me back to life with what he said, "One of the Trainees is trapped in a mental loop of pain and fear and she is sprouting lightning and fire! Get out here or we might have to do something drastic!" Talia gasped and sprang out of bed. Fire and lightning, what next, a storm inside of the Collegium? Not even bothering to change, she raced out the door, towards the Trainee's hall.

When she reached the wing, Talia immediately saw the problem area. A knot of Heralds, still in their sleeping clothes, and a mixture of Trainees were clustered around a room at the end of the hall. Talia sprinted up to them and elbowed her way through the crowd. Once she reached the doorway, she drew in a breath with a soft hiss. Ayalati of Zalmon was lying in a heap in the doorway, covered with fire and lightning bolts that crept over her skin, as if trying to get in.

Talia immediately took control. "Has anyone gotten hurt," she asked, worried that someone had come to close to the power barely controlled. At the frightened shakes of the other Herald's heads, Talia let out a sigh of relief. Okay. Now the hard part. She slid her power into Aya and was pulled into a storm of self hate, pain, and fear. It was Rolan who pulled her out, barely, and mentaly she felt bruised head to toe, and the Queens Own felt she had gotten off lightly.

De javu, she thought and remembered: Sherrill. Sherrill had pulled Keren out of a pain loop just like this, except they had been lifebonded. It might work.

"Trainee," Talia snapped, "Don't just stand there. Go and find Herald Sherrill. Bring her here immediately! Go!" The girl raced off and Talia turned back to Aya. The wind around her had begun to whip, and somehow Talia knew the problem was about to get worse.

"Where is she?" Talia muttered, wringing her hands, as Dirk came racing up, a cup of tea in one hand, a slice of bread in the other. She gratified him with a big smile and took a huge bite of the warm bread.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Sherrill came running up in a flimsy night gown with the Trainee and Keren hard on her heels. When Sherrill saw Aya she gasped and stepped forward to extend her hands toward the girl. Talia could see, with her Empathy, Sherrill throw a mental rope of love to Keren a split second before she dove into the seething torment of the Trainee's mind. Sherrill's struggle with Aya was terrible, Talia could see by the beads of sweat pouring down her face, and only pure restraint kept Talia from diving in after her. If anyone tried to enter her mind, not only would they be thrown violently out, but they could even turn comatose.

After what seemed like ages, the sparks that had been fluttering around Aya vanished and the concentration on Sherrill's face faded and she let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"She will sleep now." Sherrill said as she stood on shaky legs, "I will, too. . ." She managed before she fell into a unconscious heap. Keren immediately bent, and with the help of another Herald, picked her up. Keren gave Talia a small smile of thanks when Talia nodded and flapped her hand in a Yes, go to sleep, way.

Aya's face had a peaceful look when Dirk and Talia put her in her bed again. A world of black slowly crept up to Talia, and she dropped into unconsciousness, not to wake up until Aya lost control, again.

A.N. I hope you liked it. Being sick with a fever didn't help me writing it. PLEASE REVIEW! I don't care if you HATED it but just please review.