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They all followed at a quick pace.


Shiloh continued to glare at Martio, the flames that she had created now a bit bigger, swirling madly. Sweat appeared slightly around her forehead as she concentrated, trying her best to keep her anger under control which was very hard at that moment.

After another long run, Isaac reached the crater.
"Here... we... are..." He said out of breath. After a few deep breaths, he said "Ekkid's in the crater, we didn't move him in case he had a broken back. Martio's in the shadowflame cage." He looked over to where Shiloh sat, "Shiloh's over there. Hey! Shiloh! I've brought some help!" He ran over to her, and realised she was getting really worked up. He sat down next to her and said "Are you alright?"

Shiloh ignored the teachers and others. "I'm...peeved right now." With a wave of her hand and a heavy sigh, the flames vanished with a soft whir. "And very tired." She then looked to all the people and then back up to Isaac. "Will you help me up please?" she asked.

"Ok" He said and helped her up. "I can buy you a new gitaur if you want." He said. "I hope Ekkid is gona be ok. Hey, you never explained to me why he was after you two."

Shiloh shook her head. "No guitar could ever replace that one, but thanks," she replied, trying nott o lean on him too much for support. "And I don't know myself. He acted like a jerk and so both of us snapped at him and he goes angry...threw a bit of temper tantrum I guess. And trust me, I hope Ekkid's gonna be alright as well." She watched as everyone bustled about again, the headmaster taking the cage along with a few others, all of them using their powers that if Martio awoke, he wouldn't escape again. A couple other began to attend to Ekkid.

"How does your leg feel? You should have someone look at that before it gets infected." Isaac said, quickly running out of things to talk about. He looked over at where his shadow should be and sighed. "Are there any shadowmancers in the staff here?" He asked Shiloh.

Ekkid ripped into consciousness. His soul was ripped back from the netherland, a place that it was not yet willing to leave. He could not move any muscles, and felt only intense pain in every part of his being. His mind kicked into gear, but his body would not. The attendents could do nothing to help him recover his body, no matter how hard they tried. He reached out with his mind and found that he could virtually see what was in the room by sending out psychic feelers in every direction. He saw that his hands were touching the dirt, and tried manipulating it, but couldn't use his muscles. He realized that he could no longer affect the earth. He tried to spark some electricity through the air, but couldn't use those muscles either. He found that he could now actually hear thoughts, so he didn't need to be able to hear out of his ears, which he couldn't do now. He heard the thoughts of the people that were bent over him, those of the people that stood near the top of the crater watching, and as he focused he found that he could hear the thoughts of people quite far away.

What are we going to do with this boy? One voice thought. It belonged to one of the people that stood over him.

There's no hope left for him. If we can't do anything... Another mused.

Ekkid reached out with his mind and followed the trail of poeple back to Shiloh. His mind throbbed when he saw her. He thought about her leg, and how much he wanted it to be healed and better again. He thought of Shiloh coming to his side. He could focus on nothing but that thought. After a moment, he snapped out of it. When he refocused, he only saw Isaac standing in that spot, looking around, bewildered. Ekkid slowly brought his focus back in close to himself, passing all of the people, and was startled to find that Shiloh stood near him. She stood on both feet squarely, and her leg was completely healed.

I am so relieved that you are okay, Shiloh. I don't know what I would have done if Martio had done something to you. I couldn't live with myself. Ekkid thought, focusing on Shiloh's face in his mind. Her face contorted. It appeared as though she heard something.

A hand pressed against her forehead and then ran through her hair and she sighed heavily. She felt exahausted - mentally and physically - and couldn't get rid of that nagging anger. She then snapped back to reality and looked to Isaac. "Oh. Sorry. I can feel it a tiny bit but..." She shook her head and applied a bit of weight to it. "I think the nerves are still a bit damaged. And I can wait. I personally don't like healers...doctors...wahtever you wanna call 'em right now - buggin' me. I can ride it out for now." She then looked to them all and sighed again. "I dunno if any of them are shadowmancers unless you ask..."

Isaac looked at her leg carefully, examining the damage closly. "I could help it a bit, if you're alright with me helping you." He said to her. Isaac then looked over the people. "If any of these people are shadowmancers, they're not showing it." He said, again glancing over at the faint blur that was his shadow, unnoticable to anyone that didn't know what to look for. He knew that he was just trying to distract himself from Shiloh. He wished that he could actually help her more than just putting a kind of pain killer on it. He could almost feel her and Ekkid's pain from tradeing strengths with both of them in the battle. He knew his shadow would seek out Shiloh's shadow and wake it up after it was fixed again, no matter what Isaac did to try to stop it.

Shiloh smiled weakly and looked around as well. "It'll hurt like hell...Sooner or later anyways." She sighed. "And we'll find your shadow. It may just need time to...re-cooperate or awaken." She looked over to Ekkid again. "But right now, I need to help Ekkid..." Her leg was just going to have to deal with the movement because there was no way she was just going to stand around and let these people stare dumbly at one another.

She put a bit of weight onto her leg, seeing how much it would hold before her knee would buckle and cursed quietly. Her palms began to heat up only warmly, glowing ever so softly in the middle. "This stupid leg's gonna have to just put up with everything. And by the time I am finished..." A small glare came across her face. "Martio is going to be one sorry person." Shiloh wouldn't actually do anything to him. She was simply thinking aloud, actually expressing her anger through words for once.

"Here, let me help you. Use me as a crutch." He said, knowing that she wouldn't let him carry her, no matter how hurt her leg was. "I know my shadow will come back, but I need another shadowmancer to wake it back up." He said.

She stopped and looked at him, thinking. "What exactly do they..do? I mean...how?" she asked, looking back towards Ekkid and took a few steps forward. "I may be tired, but I still have alot of energy left. I can literally feel it and I may be able to help..."

"Well, if your sure you can make it..." He said, staying close to her in case her knees buckled. "Shadows are acctually living entities like us. The shadows and us are usually out opposite, as seen in Ekkid, who is very brave, and his shadow, who seems to prefer to hide in Ekkid's armor If the shadows are awake, they can make a person very indesiseve at best or insane at worst. Shadowmancers sealedshadows away because of this a long time ago. People with open minds don't have to worry about this very much, but they're arn't very many people who have true open minds. Shadowmancers are made when the personallity of the shadow and the personallity of the human almost perfectally align, thus waking the shadow up. If a shadowmancer's shadow is obliterated, as mine was, it falls into a kind of hibernation untill it is woken up again. Ekkid's can't wake mine up, or anyone else's because it doesn't know how. Shadowmancers tell their shadows how to wake other shadows up if they don't already know how. Mine, for some reason, already did. It would have woken up yours also, but I told it to leave yours alone. If I hadden't, I could have helped you more. I feel really bad about that. I'm sorry." Isaac finished, looking very saddly at Shiloh's shadow, and then her leg. "Sorry" He said again.

Ekkid could not understand how things had changed back to what they were before. One second, Shiloh was standing next to him, healed. The next, she was back next to Isaac, acting like it never happened. Seriously, like it had never even happened... (why ignore my post?) Ekkid looked at the two with his psychic vision. He reached out and lifted the weight off of Shiloh's leg. He pulled her slightly toward him, just enough to get her to walk in his direction.

||I didn't ignore your post. And her leg isn't exactly healed...It wouldn't be like that in real life. ^_^||

"It wasn't your fault, so hush." Shiloh cleared her throat and looked back to Ekkid, feeling a bit...drawn towards him. The speed of her walk increased a bit and she looked down towards Ekkid once she had reached the crater-like hole. She then lifted all her weight from Issac and sat on the ground, beginning to slide down the slope.