The Sylvan Fay
All was going well at Fairy Tail's party. She had been one of the mages to help set it up. Her expertise in flora allowed the guildhall to be filled with serene natural beauty. She had even grown magnolias in glorious shades of white and pink. Her finest work consisted of a gradient of them arching over one of the doorways. She even made a touch pool of the town's signature flower floating in enchanted water as if they were miniature gondolas. Children who attended could play with them if they wanted and would discover that the petals could magically change into fun shapes. Atani was quite proud of her work and took pleasure in people finding joy in it. But alas... all good things had to come to an end.
Just as the elf herself stepped away from monitoring her work and took time to wind down on her own, there was a noise so loud that it shook the building. The sky lit up so bright that it penetrated the windows on the ground floor and illuminated the hall's interior. The flash faded almost as soon as it began and Atani could feel her heart drop.
There came the first scream. A bloodcurdling cry in the distance. More explosions sounded.
Atani did not know every person in the guild hall, but she could tell who was a mage from how they responded. Few words were exchanged between them. They all knew the consequences the mana surge brought with it and knew the extent of their capabilities should an attack like this happen. They all knew something like this would happen eventually. But even so, now? At this time? At this scale?
There was no time to waste. Atani knew her place, and it wasn't in the guild hall playing crowd control.
Kardia Cathedral had been turned into a field clinic. Despite the fast reaction times of all the mages gathered in Magnolia that day, the attackers had gotten the jump on them, and a powerful one at that. They even had the gall to attack medical centres. Though she believed they were some of the first locations to be secured, it was still a risk to bring the injured there, especially when there was damage done to the buildings. The Cathedral being a location so sacred to the populace was well protected from the very beginning. It gathered even more security after people started being moved there to get medical treatment.
At first, only a few came through the doors with relatively manageable injuries-- your typical stab wounds and thermal burns. But as time went on, the bodies piled up and the injuries became more diverse courtesy of dark mages. Each one told a story of the magic they possessed or the enchantments on their weapons. Some were wounds that could only be healed by magic similar to that of the Fay's caliber. Her place was with them.
"Rhaich," she cursed as she examined the patient before her. "This is the worst case of frostbite I've seen."
Granted, she lived in a warm forest most her life, but it wasn't as if she hadn't seen the power of an ice mage before. Whoever inflicted this injury though, they were in a league of their own. The woman's hands were frozen black. There was a blotchy gradient transitioning to blue that travelled up her arms. There were other injuries to be taken care of, but these came first. If she didn't act soon, this woman would lose her hands. Maybe more. Though her healing abilities were great, the Wood Elf feared they wouldn't fit the woman's needs.