Chasing...

Velor and Niva ran through the pitch black. 

Niva almost stumbled beside him, her breath ragged as she tried to catch up when Velor suddenly stopped,right outside the last corridor."Velor???"

"Ssshhh!Quiet,"he snapped, his voice barely above a growl.The scent of burnt magic clung to the air…thick, cloying.It immediately felt wrong… so wrong.

They rounded the final corner… Velor took Niva's hand, guiding her through the darkness. But then they both froze. 

The scene before them was chaos. Niva blinked as she too finally understood what she was seeing. 

The healer was sprawled across the far wall, his robe scorched and tattered at one end.A thin trail of blood trickled from the side of his head. Glass shards glittered beneath his limp hand where he had possibly crashed or been flung…into a supply cabinet.