Name: Sabrina Lela

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Blue scarf, long flowy blue dress, crystal blue eyes, black hair, with blue, and raven, streaks, long, perfect finger nails, tall, willowy, unique.

Personality: Shy, quite, people call her a fish, the way she loves water, witty, sarcastic

Who they are related to: Water Nymphs

Oh, wow! Totally forgot I was in this RP! Really, really sorry, so yeah.

Jennifer

I sit Alex down in a chair in the children's section, giving him a bunch of picture books to look at. Then, making sure I can still see him, i head over to the Juvenile Fiction section and lose myself in the shelves of books. I see one lying on a table, something about a place called Soyrema or something. I'm about  to go over and give it to the librarian to reshelve when it falls out of my hands and onto the floor, opening up to a page about odd-looking animals. I bend over to pick it up, and before I know it, I'm in the mountains. 

Zack~

The mage pulled out an old-looking scroll and opened it. "This is the original copy of the prophesy." He placed it on a table they were standing next to. The mage read aloud:

"In Soyrema's darkest hour, the most feared one will rise to power. Though doom he doth reap, heroes will rise and our kingdom keep. They will be relatives of the first, yada, yada, yada, something, something. There's more to the prophesy, but it's too worn for us to read."

"What does that mean?" asked Nellithiel.

"It means several things really, for one, Soyrema will be taken over by hostile forces."

"Who are they?" asked Zack.

"They're a monstrous race known as the Gargonians."

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Sorry for such a short post, but I'm in a hurry!

I hope it's not too short, I haven't a lot of time.

P.S. Admin, I only wanted to Itailc the book entry, could you fix it?

That's the way it looks to me now.

Admin

~Corina~

I come to slowly, almost reluctantly. Everything- sounds, sights, feelings- is unfamiliar and indistinct. I perceive my surroundings, but I can't make any sense of them. There's something soft above and underneath me. The air is cool, but not cold. I am lying down, too weak to move much more than my eyes. Trying to talk comes out as a tiny croak. The light is soft pink, turning the stone walls a nice shade of dusty rose. Someone is bending over me, saying in a soft, soothing voice, "Ssh. Drink this." Water, pure and sweet, trickles into my mouth. "You've exhausted yourself trying to use too much magic at once. You're in a hospital bed at the Dragonhold. Now go back to sleep."

I comply at once, unable to resist sinking back into the dark.

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When I again regain consciousness, the light has changed to hard clear daylight. The lady (nurse?) from earlier is gone. I am indeed in a bed. How long have I been out? What caught me back at the cliff? Who brought me here? I feel a little better, enough to hold my head up and have a look around. There are many other beds in the long hall, a few of them occupied. The masonry walls and Gothic-style windows with no panes make it look positively medieval, not very hospital-y at all. Two nurses are at one end of the hall, conversing in low voices. 

By my bed there's a wooden nightstand, with a little porcelain bowl and small decanter of some orange liquid. I can't quite muster the strength to lift my arm and take a peek up close. It's probably just medicine; this is a hospital, however much it may seem like a castle. With nothing else to do, I soon fall asleep.

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I wake again feeling a good deal more refreshed, to find a man sitting on the edge of my bed. I don't recognize him. He's got on a tunic and trousers of some kind, as well as a white tabard with a red teardrop design. The teardrop has some kind of upside-down 2, stitched in white, on it. I've never seen that kind of an emblem before. I tense, understandably since there's a strange man sitting on my bed watching me, but he pats my shoulder under the blankets. "Easy, there," he says with a little chuckle. "Sorry if I startled you. I am Master Geribald, chirurgeon, but you can call me Geri. Everyone does." His face is elfish and angular, with a small pointed beard and mustache, but his eyes are kind. 

For the first time, I find that my voice works, if hoarsely. "What's a chirurgeon? Where is this place, anyhow? Do you know what-"

He shushes me, cutting my flow of questions short. "Take it easy on the questions there. You're still tired, but at least you're out of danger. A chirurgeon is a healer, a master of the medical sciences. Many are also alchemists, as am I. This is the hospital at the Dragonhold. Have you heard of it?"

"No," I reply. So he's a doctor, and doctors here call themselves chirurgeons. This just gets stranger and stranger.

"Ah, so you're from down south maybe, in one of those rural human villages." He says something to himself under his breath, which I don't catch. "Anyway, the Dragonhold is a walled city in the Thied Mountains. It is the main home and gathering place for those who have dragons for kin, and can thus do magic. The dragon blood, and thus the potential for sorcery, has been proven to run for at least a hundred generations, maybe more. All I know is that Breezetail the roc came flying in here screeching about a new dragon daughter, and not ten minutes later, Arrhanias flew in carrying you."

"Who's Arrhanias? How long have I been out? And...hold on just a minute. You said dragons, like real dragons?" 

Geri looks at me oddly. "Why, yes, real dragons. Don't they have them down south too?"

Things have just gone from weird to insane. Here is a doctor, at a hospital, telling me that dragons exist and can somehow have kids with humans. "Look, Dr. Geri, I am not from down south. I am from Hartfield, Wisconsin. In the past twenty minutes or so that I've been awake, I have seen three things that can't possibly exist. If this is a dream or some crazy hallucination, would you be so kind as to wake me up from it?!"