(I was writing on the next chapter in Arbiter of Power when a sudden bolt of inspiration hit me. This chapter only took me around 40 minutes or so and I think it is pretty well done still. I hope you enjoy it! Tomorrow I will wrap up the next chapter in AoP. :D)

"I... I got it! I did it!"

The shout rang through the vast hall sown with rows of benches and chairs made from fine wood. A few glittering lightings were strewn acroos the room and with the help of the early morning sun they glazed the hall in a warm gold.

People shuffled on their seats, leaned over tables with bated breaths as they watched their classes' prodigy display her magical prowess.

The girl in question, all giddy and hardly containing herself, stood atop a large, runic circle drawn with cerulean blue powder and socketed with gems of sapphire sheen. Her porcelain coloured hair cascaded down her slim shoulders as her body quaked in excitement and happy squeals ebbed from her violet lips. A layered vestement consisting of green and white garbs covered her lissom body, her plentiful chest tautening the cloth, likewise did her behind.

Blue static crackled from her feet as she danced around the magical circle, drawing wide arcs in the air with her slender arms while her fingertips dragged nigh diaphanous lines of white. Her beady eyes, reminding one of opal moonstones, shone ever so slightly as she traced her own yet foreign movements and gestures. Intoxicated and pervaded by magic she had barely to no control at all over her body but she didn't fear, she received this brief stretch of divine guidance with gratitude.

'Now, now, now! I really did it!', as her movements became more erratic her mind already inferred: The climax was near! And her assumption held true as her feverish rite crescendoed in a fulmination of dazzling light and a blastwave that send the girl falling on her buttocks. 

"KYAAAA!". In shock instead of fueling her magic and preparing evasive and defensive spells the girl yelped vainly until her body flitted against the nearby wall with a thud. The wood shuddered upon the less than graceful landing and groaned as the battered girl slouched down.

Her body wavering and strength seeping away she keeled forward in tenuity, a nasty gash crossing over her head and bleeding profusely on the ground.

"Princess!", the nearby teacher shouted and chided himself for the blunder. His experience enabled him to shield himself from the shockwave but that the princess was to excited to do the same didn't even enter his mind.

"Goddamn!", he cried out and sprinted the short distance of only a few twenty or so feet with wind pushing against his soles.

"LYA!", many of the students cried out with pale faces, some dared to let their sights linger on the grevious wound, only to feel their breakfast knocking on their throats, while others shielded themselves from the bloody scene. They were a pampered bunch to boot, sights of even the most minuscle amount of bloodshed and carnage turning them into a trembling mess.

"Ah damn...", the teacher sighed and placed his hands atop Lya's head. "Ilvahalla.", he whispered and a dull green light appeared beneath his palms and thereafter the wound began mending together. The skin and bone knitted closely before it was stitched with an invisible force, slowly it was being pieced together. Scab stretched over the pink skin for a moment before it began crumbling off in ease, cicatrical tissue with ichor and a few blotches of newly grown hair beneath.

"Haaaaa... Great...", the teacher sighed and tapped his chest, the first signs of wrinkles covering his brow showing off a somewhat adanced age. "This is too much for me.", the man sighed once more and shook his flocks of silver hair, as soft and lustrous as those of all present. A fine sheet of sweat covered the fair skinned man before he inhalled deeply and the light below his hands intensified, manyfold.

The bruise turned a light red before it too changed into a shade of tender, white-ish pink and the first real patches of hair began greedily growing outwards. Just seconds after the princess looked the same as before. 

"Ugh... Ahh...", Lya's eyelids fluttered before she arched her back and gently touched her behind. "Ah! That will give a bad bruise...", she mumbled or rather slurred the words before she carefully sat up; albeit a pert smile eked the aloof air around her nevertheless.

"Princess, don't!", the teacher called out and supported her trembling shoulders. "You need to rest.", the student body nodded in agreement and some even began voicing their thoughts. "Lya, please relax. Please...", girls and boys alike pleaded.

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Lya smiled gently, how her people cared for her warmed her heart to the core, but there were more urgent matters.

"The summoning!", she suddenly shrieked and shot straight up.

"Princess! Careful.", the teacher reprimanded but his words fell on deaf ears as she hushed past him.

With a smile that threatened to split her face in two she approached the yet to settle cloud of dust. With their princess once again on her legs and taking her position the students readily changed their focus.

Behind the veil of dust one could see faint static crackling between the scorched particles of wood, blue thunder turning the ground into smithereens.

"Please, princess, I beg you. Be careful...", the teacher was visibly exhausted and buckled on one knee.

Lya nodded absentmindedly but her approach never faltered. Her slow steps brought her ever closer to her dream, to the dream of her whole country, and as she reached the fog of grey her nerves were firing in all directions.

She was nervous.

The princess paused for a moment and thought to herself. What if the being she summoned was malignant? What if she herself has spelled calamity for her whole kingdom, for her whole race! She won't be able to bear the burden alone, she would break and she knew it.

She gulped, surpressed the raging emotions inside her and the dull pain in her back. 'Now or never.'

"Ilva'asthir!", her words were accompanied by a sudden gust of wind, a tender gale, that carried with it the cloud of powdered debris. The wind snaked around the room in search for an escape, the ashen dust following behind, until it found an ajar window. Lya waved her arms around, the wind trailing her directions with wonderful loops and sharp twists, like it was a pre-ordained choreography. Ultimately the wind settled as the dust blew out the window.

Eager and nervous alltogether the princess rubbed her hands together, clasped her fingers entwine in a manner those do when they pray, and began anxiously hoping with tightly shut eyes. 'Please... please... please...', she thought to herself and squinted.

And there it was.

A rift in space, a tear in the fabric of reality, a gate to another world. But the purpose was not one of a simple tunnel, it was more of a funnel, only really functional in one direction. A one-way road. What comes over... stays, forever.

'I did it! I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID ITTTTT!!!!! YESSSS!!!', she exclaimed in her mind but her face barely twitched. She couldn't crow too soon. A wise decision.

She inspected the gateway, glimpsed into a dimension unknown to this world, before it began distorting and warping.

"NO! STOP!", she screamed and this time her fear and trepidation were written all over her face.

But the shout had no effect as the portal began twisting and coiling around itself, fine powdered glitter was discharged and thereafter a puff of red, a mist of... blood.

"No... No, no, no! Why? How?!", Lya wanted to reach for the portal but a viscious bolt of lightning kept her at bay, as if it was saying: Stay back!

With a swift jump she dodged the string of plasma and avoided a quick and premature death but apprehension tightly gripped her heart still.

The gate, having exhausted the energy that kept it stable, broke in twain and instead of exploding it simply silted away.

"No..... NO! NO! NO!", Lya knelt down and hit the wooden floor with her fists. One hope shot down, mercilessly. And even worse, she had in all likelihood killed an innocent creature with her naive experiment.

"LYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!", a roar bellowed from the distance and the wooden complex began trembling.

"CLASSES ARE OVER!", the din continued but hadn't finished. "COME HERE! RIGHT! NOW!"

'Oh oh.', Lya sighed and stood up, dusted off her robes and left behind a dumbfounded and somewhat disappointed classroom. Her face was glum and her eyes despondent but nevertheless she began trudging down a long, long hallway.

The teacher wrapped up the lesson, elucidated with a few words the principles behind summoning magic and then dismissed the class. The room was hastily emptied, the pool of blood and ash mostly ignored and pupil and teacher alike went on with their curriculum.

And in all this turmoil not one single soul had noticed the trembling pieces of flesh that began coalescing with each other. The Elven Kingdom of Illahria was soon to enter a state of chaos.