"Henry walked back to camp with a spring in his step. He had just spent the night hiding in the forest with the bodies of four of his victims, who in turned lured a fifth into his grasp. He danced with his skeletal partners gleefully until the sun rose, causing his new friends to turn limp and fall to dust. "Nyahaha, I was having so much fun I'm not even tired. I love that!" He smiled from ear to ear and giggled his schoolchild tone, "Today is going to be another great day."
A study is always such a quite place, it has to be for focus. Miriel's study is the quietest. The walls are reinforced with magic so no outside noise can pierce it, letting her be alone with her tests and her own heartbeat. It's easy to see how the sound of another heartbeat chilled her to the bone. She turned around and rubbed her spectacles to see the source of the noise: it the low heartbeat of her fellow magic wielder Henry. "Heya Miriel!" He exclaimed, so loud it echoed in the tempered environment. "Woooow, this room is awesome! Echoooooooooo" "Henry! Desist at once." Miriel said, "If you can't properly hypothesis, I'm in the middle of calculations." Henry giggled and pinched his lips shut. "May I ask why you're here to begin with?" "Mrff murmurrr merf mrmrmrm." Miriel sighed, "You may speak your answer without your fingers muffling the noise." "Oh okay, nyaha I'd thought I'd have to do that all day! Anyway, I just had this brilliant idea!" "Brilliant would imply something exceptionally clever, are you certain your idea fits this cryter-" "Yeah yeah that's great Miriel let me say it: What if there was some way to fix your eyes? I noticed you wear glasses all the time, what if there was a way to make you see again without them?" Miriel leaned against the table and put her index finger on her chin. "That does sound brilliant, yet I'm ashamed it never occurred to me first. Quickly, take this pen and equipment, we must start planning this right away!"
The normally silent study was alive with conversation as the dark mage and the scientist created plans to let her see again. "Suppose I wear something inside my eye that serves the same purpose?" "Ummm, nah you'd have to put them in and out, and that might ouchie. Oooo how about we make your glasses invisible?" "Unsatisfactory, if I were to misplace them I would never find them again." this back and forth ideas were all written down in long explanations that littered the floor. It was easy to tell which notes were whose however, while Miriel wrote them in neat fine detail with a quill pen, Henry's were mostly scribbles and drawings with bright crayon. Henry crumpled up a drawing of a spectacle-less Miriel and jumped onto the table crying "Eureka! Nyahaha!" Miriel jumped and dropped her hat, "What? Explain." "I've always wanted to say that." Miriel swipes her hat off the ground and grows frustrated "Please don't without reason Henry. You'll induce cardiac arrest in me." Suddenly, Henry got and idea. He sat cross legged on the table and hung his lead low. "In me... in me... in me?... I got it Miriel! In you! That's how we fix your eyes, we have to do it from the inside!" Henry slapped his knees and jumped off the table, picking up wads of notes and throwing them in the air. "An internal operation? Well, the logic is sound. We can alter the shape of my corneas and give me perfect vision. Henry, you've cracked the enigma!"
The medical bay was empty this time of day, it reeked of disinfectants and rubbing alcohol that Libra and his monks sterilize with. There were rows of surgery tables made of metal and a collection of tools used to treat battle wounds. Henry ransacked the selves and found a blanket and pillow. He laid them out for Miriel and she rested her head on it. He put on a medical coat and a nurse's cap. "Nyaha, look at me! The doctor is in!" "Remember Henry: use a highly accurate monochromatic heat spell on the cornea of my eyes. I stress caution, any mistakes could render me sightless." Henry was not paying attention, he was making a balloon animal out of Libra's gloves. "Huh? Oh yeah sure sure be super careful. Look, I made a turkey!" Suddenly Miriel questioned her assistant's competency, but he was a magical prodigy, and her meticulous mind demanded answers even if she had to be the test subject. She removed her glasses and the world became a blur. She laid her head down and stared at the cloudy image of the med bay ceiling. It was visited by a pale ghostly form looking down at her. "Comfy there?" Henry asks as he puts her under a numbing solution. Miriel is all but blind, she instructs Henry what page and what spell to use, and waited for the sound of pages flipping. "Do you find it? Confirm Henry, confirm." "Ummm hang on." Henry crossed his fingers as if telling a lie. He whispers the incantation and his fingertips alight. "Don't close your eyes okay?" Miriel nodded and took in a deep breath, "Begin."
There was a huge red orb at the corner of her eye, everything else was a cloudy spot of dull color to her. Within a few moments however, she started noitcing things; little details on the ceiling, a flying beetle above them, and Henry looking down focusing the spell more. "Oh, Henry it's working! What Rapture I can see!" She was able to see every imperfection in the sewing of the tent, it was an exciting experience. "Nyahaha, this is really fun." Henry says. Miriel was too enthralled by her new found vision to notice his spell's power was increasing until the shapes and colors began to fade again. Her eyes burned intensely as if the sun was inside her skull. Blood became the only color she could see. "No! No Henry stop I can't see again! Hold! Henry! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" "Nyahahahahahahhahaha!" Miriel sat up and clutched her melted eye, disoriented and sedated she stumbled and falls to the floor. She presses her palm against her eye and screams in the most intense pain. Then she falls to the floor, dead from the sudden blood loss. Henry picks up her body and sits her up on the table. Her eye is a hollow black hole dripping globs of blood. It smells of burning flesh. He cups his hands under the empty hole in her face and fills his hands with warm plasma. He splashes it on his face and laughs. "Nyahahahhahaha! This is the warmest I've ever seen you! Bye bye Miriel." He spins and splatters blood around him before skipping out of the medical tent. He howls into the air "Yoo hoooo! The doctor is out!"