I sure hope I can write as fast as I'm posting. I'm not even sure how long this is going to be. But anyway, here you go.

Storm was lying on his bed in his dorm room, staring straight at the ceiling. It was morning, maybe, or the afternoon—with his window, for once in his life, being to the west, he couldn't tell how early in the day it was. It didn't matter what time it was. He couldn't help but worry about Faye.

How weird had his life gotten? In the past month he'd had more near-death experiences than he'd ever had in his life, and he had shrugged each one off. It didn't seem right, but it was different with Faye. He wanted to protect her, and when he couldn't do anything, he'd worry himself gray. What was going on?

Faye was hurt, and while he'd figured on her being able to protect herself, she ended up needing surgery. It was because of him that she'd been hurt.

He wondered if they'd taken any blood when he was sedated. He remember Faye's blood type from after the battle of Vale—when she was in the hospital—and he could give her blood. Then again, they probably gave her some of her own AB, instead of just A, so his contribution wasn't necessary.

He wondered whose blood it was that Faye had been given. It was useless to speculate, as he doubted that they tracked whose blood went to who. It still didn't stop him from wondering.

There was a knock on the door, causing Storm to answer, "Yes?"

Crystal's voice came through the door. "It's Crystal. May I come in?"

He didn't see why not. As odd as it might be talking to her in his PJs, they were long sleeved and all that, so it probably wouldn't be too awkward for either of them. He called back, "Sure."

Crystal opened the door and walked in. She noticed that he was in pajamas and said, "I could come back if this is a bad time."

"No, it's fine." His aura had healed his wounds as soon as it was able, so all that was left were a few scabs that itched a little, and those were covered by his sleeves anyway. Besides, he wanted to talk to someone. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Why didn't you want a transfusion?" she asked. "Do you have something against needles?"

He chuckled and said, "I don't mind needles. I don't dislike shots either. I hate me getting shots though." Crystal laughed. He had expected that kind of reaction. "Now what did you really want to talk about?"

Crystal seemed almost surprised. It was simple enough, actually, considering how boilerplate the question she'd asked was. She moved past her surprise, and said, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he said. Realizing that wasn't completely true, he corrected himself. "Well, I'm worried about Faye. Do you know if she's okay?" He face palmed. "Why does that name rhyme with everything?"

Crystal shrugged. "I think Faye's alright. She's out of surgery, and last I checked, rather restless for someone to talk to. I believe it would do you both some good to talk."

"Thanks for telling me," Storm said. "One more thing, what time is it?"

"Half past seven."

"What?!" He'd gotten up that early on his own? Just to check, he looked around and saw no one else in any of the vents. "Where are Azura and Rusti?"

"I think Rusti's under observation," Crystal stated. "Something about him saying they took too much blood. Of course, they didn't, he just thinks they did." He chuckled. "And Azura doesn't like being around injured people, so she decided to bunk with us." He shot a questioning look at her. "She slept on the floor."

"The stone floor…"

"She's tougher than you'd think. She actually said it reminded her of home." That was strange. "But anyway, Faye's in the infirmary and you are going to see her." She stepped back through the door with a farewell and closed it behind her.

He wasn't going to argue with that. Though he was going to have to get dressed of course.

As Crystal stepped into her team's room, she heard a voice sounding like it was coming from a Scroll saying, "…soon after the bus crashed, several trucks containing White Fang Death-Troops came onto the scene and began to attack ferry workers and attempting to sabotage the docks and ferries themselves." That sounded like a news broadcast to Crystal. Cirocco had set his Scroll up against the windowsill, letting everyone see the broadcast.

It continued. "During the attack, local Haven student Storm Sapphire helped fight the Death-Troops alongside his mother, professional Huntress, Jayana Sapphire. They managed to slow them long enough so that additional Huntsmen and Huntresses could arrive."

"Sounds like your brother's a hero, Rayne," Crystal said. "Congratulations."

"Though once it gets to his head," Ember said, shaking her head, "there'll be no living with him. Believe me; my family's got plenty of experience with being heroes. It gets tiresome." She got real quiet and said, "But when they become a villain…"

"Shush, I'm trying to watch this," Cirocco said. Insensitive jerk.

"In other new, the Mistral Council passed a bill calling for the full rearmament of the Kingdom of Mistral and the MDF," the newsman said. "Part of this bill includes the restoration of Haven Academy as a fortress, as well as the construction of an air-fleet that is predicted to take at least five weeks to complete."

Arming Haven? While it had been a fortress in the past, that was a century ago. They couldn't just do that now!

What was going to happen to the academy? Were they going to shut down the academy? She would have to talk to her father about this.

As Azura stood up from the floor, she stretched. "Stiff back?" Cirocco asked.

"Yeah," Azura replied.

"I know the pressure points of the human body," Cirocco replied. That made sense considering he was a martial artist. "I could probably help you with that."

"Nah, I'll walk it off," Azura replied. She put on her flak jacket and asked, "So, when is Mrs. Sapphire's lecture again?"

"After breakfast," Crystal remembered.

"You could probably look at her notes so that you can just sleep through the lecture," Ember said.

Crystal was offended. "I only use my semblance when necessary. To use it that way would be cheating. Besides, she might have heard of me and prepared for that."

Ember nodded and turned to Rayne. "Hey, Rayne, is it weird to hear your mother called Mrs. Sapphire?"

"I little, yeah," Rayne replied. He turned to Crystal. "Is it with the same with you and your father being called Lord Taryn?"

"No, not really," Crystal said. "I guess I'm just used to it."

"Well," Azura said, putting on her long leather duster, "I'm going to get breakfast. Anyone else coming?" There was a general consensus, and everyone went breakfast.

After they let Faye out of the infirmary, she and Storm went to breakfast. She'd healed quickly, to his relief. Aura truly was a miracle—when it was at full strength anyway. As they were walking in the hall, he just had to say something. "I'm sorry, Faye."

She looked curiously at him. "For what exactly?"

"For letting you get hurt." She didn't say anything, which just made him feel worse. "I missed something so obvious that it should have been child's play, and you got hurt."

"No, you did not," Faye said firmly. She stopped, and so did Storm. "If we attacked him on the bus, who knows what had happened. It might have been worse. Besides, if it was so easy, why did I not realize it?" She had a point; she was smart enough to figure out Pyrrha's semblance years ago, so that showed that she was at least observant or intelligent. "And it was my own fault for getting injured."

"How?"

She hesitated and then said, "I have not been able to use Polarity for some time." That explained why she didn't manipulate the metal on the bus to grant her a less painful crash. "I am unsure what this means, but it may have something to do with Pyrrha Nikos's death."

This was serious. Her fighting style was dependent on Polarity. If she couldn't use it, then… he didn't want to think about it. "We need to do something about this," Storm said.

"I have been trying, but I am no closer to knowing what exactly this has happened than when I began."

He quickly decided something. "After breakfast, we're going to work on restoring that part of your semblance."

"What about your mother's lecture?"

He'd forgotten about that. They would need to attend that lecture, as it was mandatory for all first year students. "Well, we'll do it after the lecture."

"It goes until lunch."

What was with his memory today? "We'll do it after lunch unless she has something planned for this afternoon, and knowing her she probably does."

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