Artifacts and relics.

Thinking about what she needed to protect herself Bethany thought that maybe she should stop off at the Artifacts and Relics classes. There the school stored and taught about the less powerful artifacts and relics, including ones which acter as magical batteries, ones which had interesting and utilitarian abilities, like summoning helpers or Lamen’s minor portal.

She took the back alley’s and side passages to get to the artifact classes. Occasionally she heard noises and hid trying to see if it was a student, teacher or something else. Each time though she didn’t see what had made the noise. As she got closer to the classroom she started to become concerned about why she had not yet seen any other student or faculty member, not so much as a sign of their presence, no bodies, nothing.

A lack of seeing people drove Beth’s nerves to a heightened extent, so when she arrived at the class every sound, every movement of shadows from the flickering mystical lanterns led her to jump. Once in the classroom she closed the door and went to check the cabinets. She pulled on the doors to one of the cabinets and found the doors locked. Fear and inaction started to invade her mind and Bethany curled up between two cabinets clutching her head in her hands and rocking back and forth, “No, no, no, no, no,” she repeated as panic solidified in her mind.

She would never be able to tell people for how long she sat there but at some point, obviousness reached its way through her panic. “The doors here are sealed using the same magic as the book room,” she said to herself. She stood up, more confident then she had felt in a while, “I should be able to break them open.”

She approached the cabinet which contained a mystical battery, a crystal of Urquire. She picked up a chair and prepared to smash the glass, then hesitated. She had heard other noises, movements of things, if she smashed the glass whatever it was might hear her.

Her heart was pounding as she held the chair over a shoulder, after several moments she said quietly, “I have to have magic, I have to risk it.”

Before she lost her nerve she swung the chair at the cabinet the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room and down the hall then she paused. She waited, listening.