Young Neya

“T-that's an interesting shield Neya. I can't give any bonus points for decoration though.” He leans towards the galaxies reflected in the shimmering defense, “What is this though?” Something catches his eye admits the field of stars. “I can just barely see it...” Johannes cuts off with a strangled cry, eyes going wide, “N-no no no.” That's not a reflection of anything, his gaze caught and returned as he backs away, light starting to be drawn in from the rest of the room, seemingly absorbed by the shield.

The star lit barrier splits down the middle, slowly like a gate. All the warmth is stolen from the room, a cold wind escaping, fleeing from the opening with the monotonous whine of flutes.

The teacher falls to his knees, teeth chattering as red tears start to run down his face. No one else is able to move, affixed to their spots as surely as if their feet were cemented.

What emerged was too horrible to accurately describe. It gently, perhaps fondly patted Neya on the head before scooting her to one side.

Then there were screams.


Defensive Magics 101

Grade: F
Repeatable: No by Royal Decree
Casualties: 43
Damage: North tower of Oxford purged by Excalibur Caliburn.