Lost In The Firestorm

Old Friend?

Pinks POV-

Ollia stood quickly when a student turned the corner, I held her hand. I don't know why, but I didn't want her to leave. This boy felt off to me, though seems familiar to her? But I don't know if she can sense his strange aura like I have.

"D-Damien...?"
Ollia stutters quietly.
"What? How?"

I look to her confused, then to the student standing before us. He was a short kid, maybe a foot smaller then Ollia. He had dark skin with many scars littered across his body, one large scar going across his face. From the left side of his forehead all the way down to the right side of his chin. It looked like he had been sone together. He wore a black tank top with black torn jeans, a golden chain hung from his belt loop to his pocket. His hair was long, light blue dreadlocks covered one side of his head. The other side of his head shaved, along with a small goatee. His eyes a light shade of green, but they seem to have lost there spark.
Ollia's hand seemed to shake a little in mine.

"What's up Tiny?"
Ollia lets out a small laugh and grips tightly.
"You know I am still taller then you right...?"
He laughs and leans into the brick wall,
"true, but it makes me feel confident in my hight".
Ollia's grip didn't let up, it actually kind of hurt my hand but I didn't say anything. She looks down at the table.
"How, how are you here...? The healers told me you were dead.."

The man shook his head,
"Did you really think I would have went down that easily? I bounce back quick, you know that."
She laughed, releasing my hand. I watched her walk over to Damien but she stopped in her tracks halfway. I stood quickly when I saw my brother turn the corner, putting all my weight on my non injured leg. He placed his hand on Damien's shoulder.
"There you are, I was wondering where you went"

Ollia looked confused, so was I. Who was this Damien guy, how does she know him, and why is he with my brother?
Damien turned to Micah,
"I wasn't going far, I had just noticed someone familiar walk back here so I thought I'd check it out to see if my suspicion was correct. Glad to know I was."

Ollia lifted her hand, pointing back and forth at the two.
"Wha-what is this?"
Damien opens his mouth to speak but Micah raised his hand, cutting him off.
"I'll explain, our friend Damien here was in critical condition at the healers from an incident that had happened prior. He was even pronounced dead, I believe you knew this already Miss Nixon...?"

Ollia's hands clenched into fists,
"...anyway, I just so happened to be there when they declared him dead. didn't want to see a young soul such as his fade away so quickly. He has potential. I convinced some of the medical professionals and made them perform a blood transfusion. With who's blood you may ask..." He lifted his free hand and points to himself, "well some of yours truly of course, his weak human blood couldn't handle the next step. But I'll keep that a secret." Micah moves his hand up to his mouth in a shh motion.

Both of our expressions changed to shock. I slowly walked next to Ollia,
"So, you brought him back to life essentially?" He nods. "In a manner of speaking yes, this body has the same memories as it did in it's previous life, but it is also far more advanced then it was before. For example.." he snaps his fingers, Damien nods and lifts one of his arms. He draws a perfect spell circle in the air, summoning blue flames. He quickly throws it twords the girl next to me, It hits her upper arm burning her skin. She screams and collapsed to the ground. I quickly draw a circle in the air, summoning water. Kneel down next to her, I winced because my leg isn't fully healed yet. Quickly tossing the water on her arm, the fire dies down and the water drips to the ground. I moved her head to lay on my lap, but Ollia still seems like she's in unbearable pain.

The blue flames suddenly return to her arm, a little bigger then before. I panic and try to put out the flames again. Micah draws a spell circle, magic surrounds me and I am unable to move. Ollia still screamed in pain, her hand clutched her arm just below the flames.