Hey, I'll be using Arabic. I am using a translator, so I hope I don't offend anyone with incorrect Arabic.

First Person

A hoarse laugh left me.

Of course it panned out like this. What did I except? To successfully break into the library and get back the books?

It truly was a fantasy. A blind, naive, inexperienced, stupid fantasy. Did I think that he'd hand them back without a fight?

Did I really think that he'd hand them over?

Grians shattered and torn up body laid multiple feet from me, he had tried to help.

I told him to stay behind. I told him that he was to powerful. He didn't listen. He argued against me until I caved.

I shouldn't have gave in. I should have left without telling him.

His blood shouldn't be streaked on the floorboards. And above me stood the thief. A hood pulled over his face, but his wicked smile smirking through the shadow.

(1)"قلت لك أن لا تأتي."

"I-I kn-know... J-just m-make it q-quick.."

The man cracked his neck before kneeling next to me. "Ah, I cannot do that. You see my friend, there's something interesting about this world."

His foot was planted on my back, and he began to push down.

"My مسطرة Will not accept a simple death. No, there must be suffering connected to the soul." (2)

Panic rushed over me, and I squirmed, trying to force his foot off me as pain began blurring my vision.

He tsked and pressed harder, and a sob of pain left me as a spike of pain rocketed up my chest, and black grabbed the edges of my vision.

The crack was not needed to inform me of my broken rib. A second snap, and I cried out.

No. I couldn't-I couldn't breath in.

Oh notch, oh notch-

A scream tried to force its way out of my lungs, but came out as a wheeze of pain. My back felt like it was alight. A rational part of me labelled the pain to be coming from my spine, but it was drowned out by the pain.

Gasping, desperately trying to find air, I clenched my hands, trying to pull myself.

The black crept forward, knocking my efforts back slowly until I was barely moving, eyes flickering close.

The advance came to a stop. The pressure ceased. My whimpering vibrated in the room, tears streaking down my face as I heaved and panted.

Faintly, I noticed a notification in the corner of my eye.

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Of course, I didn't bother to read it, I was more focused on breathing.

"F-f-f-f-fu-fu-fuck..."

Blood streaked down my face as the blood from being slammed into the ground finally seemed to realize that there was a massive gash across my hairline.

Trying to get into a army crawl position, I wormed my arm slowly towards my chest.

Notifications popped up, but I was to focused on my task to open them.

I pushed myself up onto my forearms, chest still on the ground as I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to remember my training.

'If you are unable to move your legs, or it hurts to much, drag yourself towards your destination. Use whatever is needed to haul your body. Make your destination your only point of focus. Write that down cadets, I can't afford to have one of you die because you forget this.'

I weakly moved my arm forward, snagging the nearby bookshelf and grabbing it with my other hand, toning out the pain and hauling myself forward.

Bookshelf. Table leg. Chair. Second table leg. Hole in the floor boards. A bloodied bookshelf. Destination.

I was next to Grian, and I moved my arm, letting it drop onto his chest before reaching for his neck and checking for a pulse.

There. It was faint, but there.

I grabbed him, looping a arm under his before attempting to move him. I needed to save him. I needed to save him.

Left arm forward, grab bookshelf, pull myself and Grian forward. Left arm forward, grab another shelf, pull myself and Grian forward.

It became a rhythm, and I reached the door. I couldn't move anymore, and my head hit the wood.

Oh. 52 notifications are quite a lot. Maybe I should open them?

The keyboard flipped open, along with the chat.

They where all panicking.

I groaned, and weakly lifted my arm to tap the 'Send coordinates' option.

They sent, flashing on the screen. Immediately people started say they were coming, that I just needed to hang on.

In response, I pressed my hand to Grians chest, and a option flashed on the screen.

SEND PLAYER [Grian]S VITALS?

YES/NO

I lifted my hand and tapped one.

{YES}/NO

It sent, and I looked at the pure lowness of his vitals. A stroke of fear hit me like a bus, and I knew that the rest had to be terrified.

He was dying.

I pulled him closer to me, resting my head on his neck with my arm looped around him.

He wouldn't die. I wouldn't let him.

My eyes closed, and I softly murmured a spell. My head dropped, and I whimpered as part of my lifespan was donated to his.

He would not die today. Even if his pulse died, something would bring him back. You see, nobody knows how long their lifespan is. But spellmakers can gift some of theirs to other people. I could sense his string was about to be cut, so I cut off some of my own and tied it onto his own.

I don't know how much I gave.

It would be at least a year. It could be twenty. Or fifty. But I just gave away some of my life. And I didn't give a damn.

He would live, even if I died today. I would not allow him to die today, or tomorrow, or next week.

I couldn't have the fact I could have saved him on my mind. He had so much more to live for, and I couldn't let him die like this.

Lying infront of a door, blood seeping out of his wounds, me doing nothing to help.

He wouldn't die like that. Not today, at least.

Hopefully he wouldn't end up in another situation like this. I pulled him closer, closing my eyes.

Fireworks. A crash as someone failed at landing. Panicked yelling.

A hand grabbed me and gently untangled me from Grian, pulling me into his lap and shushing me as I weakly squirmed.

"Shh... Shhh Scar... Oh notch... Your legs..."

I grabbed his hand-who was it?-and managed to get out "Th-the b-books.. d-d-di-did h-he g-get the b-b-b-books?..."

He pulled me into his arms, and softly whispered "No... I ejected the books from his inventory..."

A sigh of relief and let my head drop back, resting it in the nook of his arm as he pulled me into a bridal carry and moved out of the door, presumably towards a stretcher.

Voices nipped at my mind, demanding my attention, but I toned my friends voices out as Xisuma-As now I knew who it was, his gloves are unmistakable-Set me down and moved aside as the stretcher was lifted and moved.

Faintly, I could see Joe leaning over Grian as he treated his wounds, but I didn't have long to ponder it before someone pressed a mask over my mouth, forcing me to inhale the splash potions vapors.

It was a simple potion, one that would knock me out and stabilize my condition. I had tasted it on my tongue many times before.

We would live.

Translations:

(1) I told you not to come.

(2) ruler

Ehhh-Sorry for not updating for two weeks.

I completely lost motivation, but I did get it back after finally binge watching the last month of HC7.

Hopefully I'll get back to a normalized update routine soon :D

Sidenote, hows my first person POV working out? Good? Ok? Cringe worthy? (As we all know those are the only types of first person POV there are.)

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