Losing Control...RP

[_Lavender_]

Lavender growled, her awakening mind beating down upon her as someone with a metal rod would hit someone weaponless.
It was dawn, and students were already flooding back and forth around the grounds of the castle. Were they coming out? Or going in? Wherever the hell they were going, it didn't matter. Talking, laughing, yelling, screaming, giggling, fighting, spell-casting, hollering, sneering, and tromping without the slightest care. Other than for themselves, that is.
Lavender squirmed, as their voices became louder in her mind. And suddenly, she breathed deeply, a black, silk-like blanket of emptiness covering the top of her minds, reaching out from her very depths in magical sources, and shielding most of the sounds from her mind. But still, the voices came through. She was at a last attempt, to stop it. To stop this fierce noise awakening her from her slumber, before it killed her. She was not awake enough, and her mental shields collapsing around her in this such way and manner, was in a way that was fatal to her mortal life. This, she knew was her last defense, in this state, to wrap a blanket around herself. But it wasn't working.
Lavender snarled, at a last attempt to block out the voices around her. She, her bodily form, was asleep at the shoreline of her most favored lake, this body of water on the school grounds.
The night before, in a near desperate 'battle', she had fought off the drowning of herself, as a magical form removed from her, unwillingly, her magical forces, singly one by one, in a rage catching her at an unknowing time. She had, of course, caught on to this monster's 'scheme', and ridded of him, but the effort to gain her strength back was at the fingertips of her grasp.
In this unusual weakened state of hers, she had fallen ill. Probably from the bastard's powers now lurking in her. So, unknowing of her serious problem, she allowed her exhausted body to fall into slumber. But now she couldn't return quick enough!
Lavender felt suddenly cold, as she felt gentle touch with the world again. She tried to reach out, but it was like grasping smoke.
Those voices! She wanted them to stop! But no, the sounds would not stop. They kept getting louder, and louder, and louder...
Her eyes flashed open.
"STOP."
Did she scream it? The word tasted of more malice then ever reached her lips before. Sinister and hating, in that same moment, as she sprang, panther like, from her sitting position, to hover feet from the ground, her arms straight before her, her palms facing the students, whose eyes were on her form, sneers, laughter, jeers, and curiosity etched on their forms. Her back, straight and her shoulders squared fiercely, Lavender yelled out in a fired pain.
From her hands, red, blackish light streamed in a blunt force, illuminating everything to the naked eye's view in a bloody haze. The light remained for more than a few moments, casting everything into unseen, but as suddenly as it had come on, the light disintegrated.
The students, no, the entire bodies of the school lands, were frozen in their movements. Mouths half open, words and calls stopped in their throats. Eyes glittering in a frank stillness. Muscles, locked as stone. The school was frozen in her hold. None breathed, none moved. They were simply stuck, and covered in the ice they resembled.
Lavender was possessed. Her green eyes blazed in a fiery red; blood red rubies, frozen and cold as the stone people. Unreadable. Unreachable.
Her raven hair was painted with ice streaks, still about her shoulders. Her already pale, well toned body, was suddenly ghostly, and frail. Her arms dropped to her sides, as her eyes became unfocused. The power she had exerted, drained her of her complete source of energy. Of more energy than she possessed. And so the magics took from her memories, and feelings—her self. She was forced to a small, safe spot in the back of her mind, under lock and key. A place where the blackness that now enveloped her mind could not destroy her. But where she could not get out of alone.
She sunk to the ice layered ground, her small feet resting softly as she landed. Her eyes closed, and her body swayed unsteadily.
Where am I? Better yet, who am I?
To these questions, her unknowing mind could not answer, though a sense of foreboding and nausea enticed her strongly.
Perhaps I have been here before? No, that isn't possible...
Everything has suddenly become alive again. Moving. Have I done something to start this world moving again? No, that was impossible...
What Lavender didn't know, was that her loss of herself, shattered the sanity of the Land's wild livings. The creatures, and plant life paused, in a scared recognition of this. Lavender, the backbone of them knowing their safely-ness, was gone from them. They knew this. And for it, they were silent.

[cho chang]

*she was going to class when she felt a cold shiver. it was a warm day. She, being a mermaid and half animal, felt a sense of despair. What happened? Where did the feelings come from?*

[_Lavender_]

Lavender put her hands out before her, examining her palms in a child-like curiosity. So pale, and unreal! She stared for a long moment at her palms, then let her arms drop to her stomach, as she bent over, and threw her contents. However, unbeknownst to her, she was retching only blood.
Catching her breath, she backed away, turned, and ran, fast as she knew how, to the awkward castle-like building before her. She ran inside, and again stopped, amazed, petrified at the odd looks directed towards her. She backed away from these odd people, into the stone wall, cowering, which in itself seemed to be the most unusual of sights. Those in the school knew Lavender, or simply knew of her, and she was never, NEVER, one to cower. Many stopped and stared quite openly, which made her being shudder all the more.
Her heart raced as she tried to catch her breath, an unneeded breath. Lavender was very fit, and in her taking so many deep breaths, she was making herself quite dizzy. She stared around frantically, wrapping her arms tightly about her small, suddenly fragile self.
"Oh, dear, where am I?" she whispered, unnerved to find how her words were so very cold, and biting. She just didn't understand anything...