Skolris sat on the now hard mattress. "What am I going to do? I will probably hurt myself even more if I go anywhere. My mom is probably worried to death. They can't call her because they don't believe that i am actually Skolris!" She muttered to herself while dragging her hands down her cheeks.

Should I risk escaping? Will that make my condition even worse? I shouldn't, that would be a very bad idea. So, Skolris just leaned back and stared up at the blank ceiling. She listened to the clock tick every second. She felt like escaping would be a good idea after hours of staring.

But finally, the creaking of the door hinted that someone had entered the room. She turned her head slowly to see the same woman. She sat on a stool next to the bed. "Ok, I have some questions for you." She said. Skolris propped herself up on one arm,"great, what fun." She said sarcastically.

Entrea ignored her and pulled out a paper and pen. "How old are you?" She asked. Skolris replied,"15," and Entrea wrote her age on the paper. "What happened with you and those werewolves." Skolris growled like an animal when she remembered the werewolves who had attacked her last night.

"I was just looking out my window last night when I saw one of the were wolves. He looked at me and then ran so i decided to give chase because I was curious. And then, all of the rest of his pack attacked me. I don't remember anything that happened after that." Skolris said. Entrea wrote everything down.

"Want to know what happened to you?" She asked. Skolris shivered a bit,"sssuuuurrrreeee." She said slowly, not knowing if she wanted to hear or not. They would certainly find the arrow injuries too.

Entrea scanned another paper quickly." Soo, according to what is written on this paper, from the werewolf attack, the only serious injury was a bite that almost got your windpipe and one of her arm that was pretty deep but i guess thats all. They also noticed that you had a lot of puncture wounds all over, whats with that.

Skolris looked at the paper,"it said that?" She asked awkwardly. "Yes, tell me what happened or else we will have to assume it came from your caretaker." Entrea said. Skolris had goose bumps suddenly. "Uhh, soo about my naaammee." Entrea crossed her arms. "What about it, are you gonna tell me more made up things that you think are funny?"

Skolris was silent. If she doesn't want to cooperate, how about I leave like she did to me. Even though i was cooperating. "I was just telling you my real name. That is why I have a lot if extra injuries. I get shot at by arrows." Skolris said. The lady laughed,"people don't get shot at by arrows, unless your a werewolf mistaken by a real wolf but, nobody would make that mistake." She said.

Skolris growled."I can leave, since your not cooperating now. I can just go fly away." She shot Entrea an annoyed glance. Entrea looked at the window and then towards Skolris,"nobody can break through that glass, it's four inches deep. She mused. "So, go right ahead because I don't think your going anywhere young lady."

Skolris glared at her,"just watch me, and, by the way, you are a TERRIBLE nurse or whatever you're supposed to be." She said before sitting up. Skolris thought of something turn into. She could suddenly feel the bite on her neck and she winced.

Entrea reached forward and grabbed her arm."really, you shouldn't move or you will make yourself worse."she said. Skolris obeyed and when she laid her head back down, her fresh injuries finally were able sting and burn. Skolris attempted to hide her pain. She hated being fused over.

After Entrea had left the room, the sky outside was growing darker. She had been brought food twice today but she was already starving. oh well.

Skolris watched the sun set and allowed her eyes to droop. She worried about what her mother was thinking and worried about what her friends were thinking. Why have I let this happen to me?

-the next day-

     Skolris's eyes blinked open. She was facing a white wall and nobody else was in the room. She had an idea. She just needed a paper and pen.

     Skolris looked around and spotted some scrap paper near her on a counter and  a pen on top of it. She reached over and grabbed them and then leaned against the wall. She wrote in neat letters:

     Antariel and Nymos,

I'm sorry i have been gone for the past three days and I am really sorry.. again. Im just telling you that there is no need to worry about me being gone. But, i can't really come back soon. I was attacked last night by a pack of werewolves. They mentioned that they would take me to their boss. Do you think that these people may be another clue to our mystery bombers.

                  Your friend,
                     Skolris

     She held the letter in her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. She thought of the island and the tunnels and the caves. She pictured Nymos and Antariel. Then, Skolris imagined teleporting the letter onto Antariel's pillow, and it disappeared. Skolris opened her eyes to see her hands empty with no letter. Did it work?

     "Where did it go? What did you just do?" Entrea's voice asked quietly. Skolris whipped her head around and glared defiantly at her. "None of you business. You don't believe anything I say anyway." She huffed.

    Entrea stared at her for a while before walking out of the doorway. "I thought you were a werewolf. But, that letter just disappeared out of your hands. How could that be possible? Nobody has ever had two powers at once before.." she muttered to herself. Skolris growled,"im NOT A WEREWOLF!"  how many times do I need to tell this woman?

     Entrea's expression never changed."they are still waiting for the missing three columns: your name and your power and your bond. All other medical stuff and background information is done and they won t give me a break until i get all of the columns filled. So, just tell me what you are." She ordered.

     Skolris shrugged,"ok, i have no bond." She started. Entrea looked at her quickly before writing it down. Was that sympathy in her gaze? She looked at her when she had finished writing down the 'no bond' part. Typically, people with no bonds were picked on and sometimes considered lower then other people.

      "My name is Skolris and you probably already know what my power is." She said quietly. Entrea's gaze hardened. "How can you be her, she had been missing for the past three days!" Skolris glared at her,"just write it down!" Entrea finally wrote in the last information before leaving the room.  If only I could heal myself, i could return to my friends and continue our quest.

A/N: should i make the next part in Nymos's or Antariel's pov or should i just keep it as Skolris?