The first failure

Seona had escorted the burnt man directly to the infirmary. There were other doctors preparing their own ways of helping him, but the way his body was just seemed unrealistically painful. It brought pain to her very being looking upon him and knowing she was the sole cause of it all. Her eyes watered quickly as she considered everyone that had ever done the bad things in her life and now it was her that had done something wrong, whether she meant to or not. It was just as it was explained to her before: It wasn't the reason, it was the fact it happened.

She placed her hands on his chest and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. I....I'll try to help. It's going to hurt okay, but just try to think happy thoughts." She explained to him as her touch began to radiate a powerful heat. There was no fire yet, however, there wasn't any that she could muster. The feelings she had weren't the ones she learned to control fire magic with. These were the feelings that she learned to use holy magic with, but the passion within her and the pain that were intermingling were reviving something she had barely any control over, or rather no control at all.

Her core began to hurt exponentially. It literally felt as if someone was ripping her apart from the inside out, but she couldn't give in to this pain. What had happened was her own fault and she had to find a way to fix it. Something was off in her mana as she began to exude fire, finally, around the man. The fire was golden, but it's color kept changing. It constantly stagnated and seemed indecisive between both golden and a bright blue in color. A painful grimace came over Seona's face as she closed her eyes. The pain was unbearable and just having her owns open was becoming a literal chore to the young teenager.

Suddenly, a ripping of her core transpired. The pain did not cease but it intensified. She clinched her teeth together tightly as it felt like her entire being was being burned alive from the inside out. Brilliant blue flames began to exude out of her instead of the golden flames. They weren't aiming to destroy, but they were still far too powerful to do only as instructed. The flames moved along his body attacking the wounds upon him. It wasn't holyfire, these flames were being bolstered by something else. They were capable of healing quite a bit more effectively but they also held far more destructive power as well.

The flames would invade his body through each wound and began to burn away the injuries as well as attempting to replicate them the way they were before, however, this was impossible. There was no control over these flames and trying to heal on such a level would not be plausible for her. The wounds would be administered the healing treatment and only more burns would be left on his body where they healed, standing out from the regular burns due to a far deeper impression upon his skin. The flames would not burn around the bed or anything else as they focused on the boy alone.

The flames did move deep into his own energy as well. From there they began to bolster his own reserves and empower them to be enough to keep him going even longer, at least to survive the pain. These flames were incredibly powerful and their blue hue only gave them a magnificent looking appearance as opposed to the golden flames that were normally the only flames capable of producing these types of effects. After a few seconds, she would halt the procedure and fall to her knees in agony. The flames subsided off of her, but it still felt as if she was being burned alive from the inside. She didn't attempt to move or speak yet as it all only increased the aching and throbbing pain that moved through her.
(Seona Mabella Tsuchi)

Thakan'dar rolled a dice and it landed on: 1
Seona Mabella Tsuchi's magic damage is: 136 + (43) = 179
Seona Mabella Tsuchi generated a random number between 1 and 179, it came up as: 21

As he was set into a bed, even their silkiness and cool temperature did little to comfort him.  Even when he breathed and his chest expanded, he felt his burnt skin cracking apart and opening anew, allowing blood to trickle out of his wounds.  This was of course accompanied by screams, but it wasn't long before his voice became too hoarse to do that.

Then, in an attempt to soothe his pain, she laid her hand upon his chest, even the lightest touch on that delicate skin sent pain surging through his body, and while his head was thrown back and his mouth was open wide as if he was screaming, no noise escaped from his lips.  All of his fidgeting around caused more cracks to open up along his skin and created even further discomfort, but since it was a natural reaction to pain, his writhing in agony was a vicious cycle that continued itself.

While he was in his throes of agony, blue flames crept over his body, and while he felt them seal the cracks in his skin back up, it was of course, with searing pain that only added to his discomfort.  He was beginning to think that this was all just a sadistic joke and that she had only apologized to him sarcastically, especially as she flooded his body with energy in order to keep him awake and active.

Despite how much pain it caused, he reached up to grab her wrist with his right hand and would try to pry it off of himself.  Though when she fell to her knees in exhaustion, it became much easier.  His lips moved slowly, but they formed a single weak utterance, "W..a...ter..."
(Thakan'dar)