A Light Shines for Others.
It had started a day like any other, her students set up in their little desks, working on their glyphs. The class was actually purchased by the city, a small home, more than a proper schoolyard, there weren’t very many dwarves and gnomes, at least not at such an early age, being taught about the arcane. As she was about to go wake up a particularly troublesome student, she heard the sound, distant screams, though coming close and closer. The class got up and began talking excitedly to each other, wondering if there was another barfight they might be lucky enough to see. She motioned for the class to stay and took a look outside.
Chaos. To her horror, she saw a felhound out in the middle of the mystic square, hunkered over the withered husk of a colleague, Worple Hizzlpuff, who had been sucked dry. Â The beast was quickly dispatched by the guards, but their attention was soon drawn to a small doomguard, flying about the area, hurling flames of green down towards the terrified citizens.
 She felt a cold chill run up her spine  behind her, a tingling of sensation that was likely…
The portal formed right in the middle of the class, the students all rushing to Xillia’s side, unlikely the orderly and almost picturesque portal she was accustomed to, this one was opened by strange, withered hands, and felflame licked out of the opening before a slender, bright red hand emerged, followed by the sinister, yet beautiful form of an Eredar. She stepped out, almost calmly, turning towards Xillia with a grin.
“Ahh, one of the Exiles, if that why my portal tethered here? This… pathetic little excuse for a… oh dear.” The being fixes her eyes on the children, laughing. “Children? You’re teaching children? “Ahahaha! My first taste of the physical realm in years and I end up in a half-baked magic school for little pale freaks, how quaint.”
The eredar raised her hand, pointing towards a whimpering little gnome child, a green line flashing out from her fingertips towards the little thing.
And with a bright blue flash, it recoiled, lashing against its caster as she gasped in surprise and pain. Xillia’s eyes still flashed blue from the counterspell incantation, and the eredar looked her way and scowled.
The eredar took some time to accumulate power, forming a mighty fel fireball in her hands, Xillia likewise moved to action, and with a snap of cold energy, the felflame crashed against an icewall, sending shards of it crumbling down.
The eredar would not get time to ready another attack, though, her eyes widening as a lance of ice hurled into ger body, piercing her abdomen and pinning her against the blackboard. Xillia had scored a mortal blow, the creatures guts would be torn to shatters, and sure enough, she was sputtering up blood. “Curse… you… I will return… we all will… you… cannot stop…us!” with the last word uttered, the demon’s hand shot out, and Xillia moved to counterspell, only to feel an intense pain pierce into her left arm, and an almost burrowing sensation as a small object crawled about underneath her flesh. To her horror, she saw her hand turn green and begin to fester, and the line of corruption was crawling up towards her shoulder. Though the pain was intense, she knew what this spell was. A seed of corruption, a small arrow like stone infused with fel energy, and it would soon find its way to her heart. The Eredar cackled one last laugh before succumbing to its wounds.
Xillia mind scattered, trying to think of a spell, something she could use to save herself, horrified as the green trail had already made it to her upper arm.
She stood, took a deep breath, and her her right hand above the crawling seed.
And with a cold, sudden snap, and a cry of pain, Xillia froze her arm to the bone, and slammed it against the wall, shattering it. Sinking to one knee, she almost gave into the pain, the intense desire to just lie down and sleep. Instead, her birth glyph began to glow as she channeled the Light through her body, dulling the pain, and stopping the flow of blood from her the stump, just below her shoulder.
“Gather here, children!” she yelled, trying to pull them all in before etching out an arcane circle around them with a spare bit of chalk. When her work was done, she murmured out the incantation and poured some of her arcane energy into it, causing it to light up a bright blue, and encapsulate them all within a protective barrier.
And there they sat, the children huddling and scared, and Xillia, trying her best to concentrate on maintaining the barrier until help arrived.
When it finally did, she smiled, Â and lost consciousness.
