Rythian woke up to the sound of something exploding somewhere, startled he fell out of bed. "Aah! What the hell?" Wincing in pain from his injuries plus the fall, he stood up. Slowly making his way down to where he heard the noise he also heard a pained grunt following it. "Well that wasn't supposed to happen," he heard Lalna chuckle.
Turning a corner, he saw the blonde sitting on the floor with a charred mess of machinery in front of him. "What are you doing?" he asked the slightly blackened man in front of him. "Oh, hey. I was just trying to fix something. Why do you care? Worried about me?" He said playfully. Blushing slightly under his mask, the mage gave him a glare and yelled indignantly, "No! But your stupid fail woke me up, causing me to fall out of bed!"
Lalna gave him a worried glance before getting up and wiping small black bits off his lab coat. "Sorry," the scientist muttered before slowly walking back upstairs. 'Huh?' Rythian wondered then slowly followed back upstairs where he saw him disappear into his room. Giving a look of confusion at the door, he made his way outside where he sat in the grass. 'Looks like he put up the forcefield, of course.' That reminded him of the time the blonde had held him captive in the forcefield trap. He looked out to where the little building was, sighing.
He was never really that fond of the sun, but as it slowly set, sinking lower till it seemed like it touched the ground he couldn't help but admire its shining golden beauty. 'The same golden color of Lalna's hair in the light. Wait, what?' Blaming that thought on where his head hit the floor earlier, the mage walked back inside and made his way to 'his' room again and sat on the bed. 'What's his problem anyway? He just ran off to his room with a sorry. That's strange behavior even for him.' Sighing tiredly he crawled back into bed.
(~O-O)~ Magical skip to morning! ~(O-O~)
Rythian was once again woken and landed on the floor but this time it was because a scream of help echoed throughout the castle. Jumping to his feet, he ran towards the scream, Lalna's room. When he reached the door it was open slightly and a familiar sound filled his ears. Slamming the door open all the way, he was greeted by a sight that made his fists clench. There stood an enderman, looming over a shape on the floor. It turned around and quickly teleported away. There on the floor lied the motionless form of Lalna. The mage noticed he had nothing to defend himself with but his hands so the question of how he wasn't able to defend himself from the attack was answered. He stepped forward and flipped on light and quietly gasped. A pool of blood was surrounding the blondes body and he had a dark red gash on his chest.
Rythian rushed over and fell on his knees and inspected the wound. 'Right on the heart...' "No." He quickly stood up and backed away. Lalna's hand twitched and his body convulsed. Then the blonde open his eyes and started gasping. Lalna stopped gasping and slowly turned his head and stared at Rythian right in the eye. The mage flinched and brought his hand to his sword. The eyes that seemed to stare into his soul were no longer a lovely emerald green but a chilling....purple.
