Singh and Monty turn to the others and see Roland carrying Edgar calmly, meanwhile Kevin was hyperventilating.
“Yes, I’ve got him! You don’t need to worry.”
Kevin wanted to scream, why was everyone focused on him when their best friend was- was… dying. His mouth was numb with panic.
Monty stepped over to calm Kevin. His friend needed help.
Look! Look! Help him please, why aren’t you helping him?! Save him. I’m trying to tell you something. All he could get out was a few raspy breaths.
Singh dashed to the two boys under his barrier. “Roland, take Edgar and run. The spell I have placed will guide and protect you until you are out of the plagueround. Get aid immediately.”
Fear flashed in Roland’s eyes before he took off without a word. (Fear seemed to be a popular word as of late.)
Roland couldn’t help but realize in that moment that Edgar was too young for this… they all were.
Kevin notices Monty's presence and theows himself at him, holding his friend.
Is Edgar going to be okay? No, he will be. He has to. He has to be okay. We can't lose him. I can't lose him.
He tries to watch Roland take Edgar out of the forest, but his vision was too blurry.
My first real friends. And one of them almost dies twice, and I can't save him. I can't do anything. What if he doesn't get better? what if, what if, what if.
wait hold on apparently tagging someone in a community post doesnt work
I'm just testing so feel free to ignore me but this is my rfth oc masterlist for my community i made (i'll put the link at the bottom if anyone wants to join)
Rp OCs:
Pan Frangens, Andrew Frangens, and Roi Burn at @the-frangens-boys by @pandoraaudaxfanart
Merlin Johnny Doe at @the-boy-and-shadow by @joyfulj08
Zachary Bolts at @zac-the-cursed-bot also by Jay
Jude Salarzon at @jsalz-rfth-rp by @theacetiny
Gunther and Betty at @yarn-boy-gunther by @murderous-beetroot
The Canteen Elementals at @canteen-elementals also by beetroot
Parker Braddock, Orsis Warts, and Rowan Reverie at @stchurnleys-unofficial-bookclub by @vycookie
Devin Sterling at @devin-rfth by @hermesshark
Olli Kent at @olli-rfth-rp by @aliendrawsstuff
Elliot Spruce at @elliots-rp-blog by @becareful-tm
Edgar Allan (and Poe!) #1 and Professor Matthew Hinks at @understanding-crow-boy-evermore by unknown
Roland Thudberry #1 at @priestofthedawn by unknown
Theodore Micheal Smith and Hugo Wood at @flyingforyourface by unknown
Edgar Allan (and Poe!) #2 and Flint (no last name) at @tristis-corvus by @birdsagainsthumanity
Poe #3 at @poethelittlecrow by unknown
Edgar Allan #3 at @edgarthecrowboy by @humblefryingpan
Montague Finch #1 at @monsterousmonty also by Humble
Kevin Creeley #1 at @kevincr33ley also by Humble
Roland Thudberry #2 at @sunsetdawnprophet also by Humble
Jordan Evans at @dont-touch-me-it-will-hurt by @that-looks-like-a-trilobite
Elliot (no last name) at @bright-eyed-elliot also by Trilobite
Beni (no last name) at @beni-the-gendi-bendi by @rockettthefrog1409
Edgar Allan #4 at @imcrowlessnow by unknown
Kevin Creeley #2 at @bardic-inspiration-go by unknown
Montague Finch #2 at @cursed-wolf-boy by unknown
Hexmaster Ranjit Singh at @hexmaster-singh by @dinodoesdancing
and probably more I haven't seen yet!
OCs, not counting RP OCs:
Augustus Noctuelle ( x ) by @aa0n
James Hall and Wilson Teach ( x ) as well as Mason Graves by @soupy-soul0
Osmond "Ozzy" (Tran) Hart ( x ) by @lilzezthenyan
Charlie Lintonson (Formerly Charlie Linton) ( x ) by @beewisp
Francis, Lewis, Robert, Obdulio, Jozef, Sandor, Zoltan, Djalma, Mefisto, Nilton, and Jose, ( x ) all without last names (as far as I'm aware), and all by @attheendhello
Kiran Wakefield ( x ) by @twilynights
Archie (no last name I think) ( x ) and ( x ) by @breadbut3d
William (no last name) ( x ) also by bread
Noah and Lucas (no last names) ( x ) also by bread
Dean Kastell Hanspring ( x ) by @reiiyo04
Thomas Fox ( x ) by @laminatorman
Leah Grant ( x ) by @randomprinxe
Hugo Brinton ( x ) by @nomenclataren-t
Ivan and Sliver ( x ) by @kipper7
Harrison Graves and Neil MacGeehan ( x ) by @inkedintothepaper
Kevin feels something wrong with the area, but Edgar is running out of time. If they could talk to Edgar- gently obviously- they could find its weaknesses. Looking around doesn’t ease him but it seems peaceful…
Roland heals small cuts and bruises littering Edgar, but the few, deeper gashes on his face are stagnant. All major wounds are unaffected, Roland can’t do everything after all. But is that all it is?
Monty’s fear comes true, he immediately drops Edgar after lifting him. Horror creeps up Monty’s spine, when Edgar is waken from the impact of a sharp rock hitting his head and curls in on himself. Monty, kneeling down, reaches out and Edgar flinches, roughly. Edgar’s own sudden movement hurts the boy even more and Edgar freezes. Too afraid to move and too exhausted to tremble… When was the last time Edgar ate or drank something? It’s been a week.
Singh sees the mess behind him and immediately knows: this is dangerous. He can’t stroll around the plagueround with it attacking students. Mr. Allan is gravely injured most likely, the chance getting larger by the minute.
And at the same time Singh felt trapped, like if he were to take one more step toward the edge of the plagueround it would be over. Something was ready for the first mistake to be made, and Singh didn’t know the boundaries. But more importantly he hated endangering students… more than he already has today.
The blue lantern flickers… then burns brighter than Singh has ever seen. That was probably a good sign…
Kevin, looking around, instantly turns back to the others when he hears the thud of Edgar falling back to the ground.
"What happened?! Wait, nevermind, he fell. Obviously."
Seeing Edgar in pain, Kevin wished the food here weren't as... alive. At his old school, he'd always have a granola bar readily available if he or his friends (before the incident, of course) had skipped a meal.
"Okay, Roland, you were able to carry Ben, do you think you can get Edgar yourself?"
When Edgar flinches away from him, Monty quickly stands back up and stumbles back, mumbling apologies and staring at minor amount of blood from Edgar hitting his head on his hands. He's breathing too quick, and trying to get as far away from Edgar as possible while still remaining in the clearing. Claws appear and retract as he tries to hide them and wipe off the blood, but it does nothing to hide his panic or the injury he caused.
"Edgar I'm so sorry- I shouldn't be here- I'm so sorry- I can't- I hurt- I should go- control- I'm so sorry-"
(Mod: I think I’m just going to put the reblogs here each time but if it’s annoying tell me please!)
*The three boys reach their hands through the lighting and it coils away from their touch, giving them space.
With no energy to cry, Edgar lets out a dry sob. He lifts his head, making eye contact with all of them in turn. But Edgar doesn’t show any sign of hearing his friends’ caring words. His head collapses heavily on the ground (the mutterings in the wind are becoming louder but no more discernible than before).
Edgar takes a shallow breath and exhales with the words faintly stumbling out and Kevin hears him say:*
“make it st-stop. d-d-don’t wan-want. it h-h-hurt”
(Mod: I think I’m just going to put the reblogs here each time but if it’s annoying tell me please!)
*The three boys reach their hands through the lighting and it coils away from their touch, giving them space.
With no energy to cry, Edgar lets out a dry sob. He lifts his head, making eye contact with all of them in turn. But Edgar doesn’t show any sign of hearing his friends’ caring words. His head collapses heavily on the ground (the mutterings in the wind are becoming louder but no more discernible than before).
Edgar takes a shallow breath and exhales with the words faintly stumbling out and Kevin hears him say:*
“make it st-stop. d-d-don’t wan-want. it h-h-hurt”
Roland walks into the common room of the first year dorms, clutching the book Edgar had given him about christmas to his chest.
"So, um, I know that we all agreed to spend yule- i mean, christmas together, but am I supposed to get you all presents? Because I can craft stuff, but I don't think the hexmaster will let us actually go christmas shopping..."
"Nah, the important thing is we spend the whole day together. Play board games, eat junk food, and wear pyjamas all day. We can make shit for each other, but no matter what, it's the thought that counts. If you guys let me win a game once, that's gift enough."
He thinks to the three crafted gifts under his bed, carefully wrapped in the newspapers Edgar's left out.
"I'm not saying that you absolutely shouldn't, but don't worry about it. It's not the most important thing."