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The Chancellor, Part 1

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“And this concludes to-trial‘s lesson, ladies and gentlemen”,
the Mortalborn who was garbed in an elegant suit of coal black with hints of crimson told the young men and women that were gathered in the lecture hall in front of him in a firm, but calm tone of voice and added, “Don’t forget to finish your essays. They are due next seven-trial, and feel free to …” He was just about to tell his students that they were free to approach him with questions anytime, but he never got the chance to finish his sentence as it was just then that a man with dark hair and slightly pointed ears burst through the door.

He recognized him as one of the Associate Professors at the Institute of Sciences, Orik Qy’Azour, a man of mixed biqaj and human descent in his early thirties that specialized in materials chemistry. “The … the …” Orik stammered, sounding rather out of breath, and looked around wild-eyed, as if he had just seen some sort of monster – or a ghost. He looked quite pale, and he was trembling slightly which caused the Mortalborn to raise a dark eyebrow in surprise as that kind of behaviour was quite unusual for his colleague, everything considered.

The man was normally not that nervous.

“Orik?” he asked in a calm, polite and measured tone of voice.

The mortal’s head abruptly snapped in his direction. For a moment he just stared at him, as if he were temporarily struggling to find the correct words, and then he blurted out, “The Chancellor! Something happened to the Chancellor! We were just in a meeting with a few other colleagues, and then … and then … he suddenly lost consciousness and fell from his chair. They are moving him to the Infirmary as we speak. Things aren’t looking good though. I …” he continued and took a deep breath.

“I was told to fetch you, Doctor Thetys. They request your presence at the Infirmary. Your help is needed”, he informed Doran who cast a glance at his students that listened to the exchange wide-eyed before he nodded, quickly grabbed his bag, and followed the younger man. As soon as they had stepped through the door, the students started to talk, quite loudly and animatedly which was understandable, considering the situation at hand.

As they moved through the hallways of the Academy of Viden, past other students as well as university employees some of whom were without a doubt wondering why they were in such a hurry, Doran tried to get a bit more information out of Orik who was still absolutely distraught. Doing so unfortunately turned out to be considerably more challenging than he had thought that it would be.

“Is there anything else that you can tell me, Orik?” he wanted to know as they moved down a staircase, towards the main entrance of the Academy. “Did the Chancellor act strangely prior to his losing consciousness? Did he have trouble focusing? Did the things that he say to you make any sense? Did he seem to suffer some sort of fit?”

Orik looked at him for a moment, furrowing his brow slightly, before he replied, slowly, as if he wasn’t sure about what he had seen, “There was something strange about his face, just before he fell from his chair.”

“Was one side of his face drooping?”
Doran wanted to know, momentarily wondering if the Chancellor might have suffered a stroke, but Orik just shook his head. Already having some sort of idea as to what was going on when he arrived at the Infirmary would have been helpful, but there was no point in questioning Orik any further, he decided. The man did not seem to react well to a stressful situation, and he did not say anything useful beyond what he had already said.

For that reason, he simply quickened his pace further so that they would be able to reach the Infirmary sooner. No matter what had ultimately happened to the Chancellor, time would likely play an important factor either way.

It might even be the deciding factor.
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They moved through the streets of Viden that were covered with an unpleasant and unappealing mixture of mud and slush rather than snow at the moment (there was a heatwave going on which meant that it was just cold instead of very cold in the northern city’s case) quickly, Doran first and Orik whose stamina seemed to be somewhat limited and who seemed to have trouble keeping up to some extent, a few steps behind him.

It was raining slightly – it had been raining nearly every trial for the previous two seven-trials – but the weather bothered the Mortalborn little. In fact, he did not waste a single thought on it, but kept on wondering about the Chancellor instead. The man was old, but he had been in perfect health so far. He had been healthier than a lot of people that were several decades his junior.

As they neared the Infirmary, he could not help but wonder what had happened again, even though doing such was a futile endeavor, considering the fact that he had very little information so far (and even the information that he had was unfortunately incomplete).

It just seemed so unexpected to him.

Before long, they entered the Infirmary. While Orik’s face was flushed now, and he was breathing noticeably more heavily, the Mortalborn was not affected by their having walked so fast at all; and even if he had been, he would have wasted hardly any thoughts on his bodily discomfort. There were much more important things to worry about.
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Doran and Orik hurried through the hallways of the Infirmary, past barrack-like rooms that were occupied by a couple of patients at the same time, towards the section of the building where the private rooms were located. As they moved up a staircase (Orik was struggling a bit, Doran observed, as he cast a quick glance at his companion behind him), a nurse, a human woman in her thirties with blonde hair and brown eyes approached them.

“Doctor Thetys?” she asked and briefly shook his hand before she gestured for Doran to follow her.

Orik decided to come with them.

Due to the urgency of the situation at hand, the nurse wasted little to no time on pleasantries.

“The Chancellor just arrived a quarter of a break ago”, she explained to him. “He hasn’t regained consciousness yet. The doctors are just taking a look at him”, she informed before she opened a door on the left side of the corridor, the door to the Chancellor’s room.

There was only a single bed in the relatively luxurious room (of course, the Chancellor of the Academy of Viden would be given the best room in the Infirmary and not have to share it with other patients).

Sheud Fahe, the head of the most influential family in Viden, an Eidisi male of well over one hundred arcs of age was lying there, unmoving, his eyes closed and his skin ashen. The slow, somewhat irregular rise and fall of his chest was the only sign that he was still alive, for the time being.

A number of doctors, former colleagues of his (he had worked in the Infirmary for a while after he had first come to Viden), stood around the bed, Doran observed as he entered the room and approached. He could practically feel the tension. For a moment, neither of them said anything; and then Evelyn Grey who was an Eidisi woman despite her human sounding name, raised her voice,

“We just finished the first examination, but the results were somewhat inconclusive. Some of the symptoms are not in line with what one would expect from a stroke.”

“So, that was your initial suspicion as well?”
Doran asked in a relatively calm tone of voice and raised a dark eyebrow fractionally before he made another step towards the bed and leaned slightly over the unconscious Chancellor in order to take a closer look at him.

He had already been examined, but he considered it to be better to repeat some of the steps, nevertheless.

The other doctors immediately moved away in order to give him some space.

There was a reason why he had been called. He was one of the most experienced doctors in this part of the world. Evelyn and her colleagues, as skilled as they were, might have overlooked something; and besides, the abilities that his divine blood afforded him might reveal a bit of additional information, information that the mortals around him were not privy to.

Orik and the human nurse, he noticed, had not followed him into the room, but stayed in the hallway outside the door - which made sense. Orik was a chemist, with little to no medical experience; his presence would have been superfluous at best, and he would have gotten in the way at worst.

He could hear them whisper while he tried to find out what exactly was wrong with the Chancellor and eventually reached for the aging Eidisi in order to lay a hand on his cheek as some of his abilities worked through touch. What he found out was surprising, to say the least …

To be continued.
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Nothing to critique as far as technique goes, mate. You should know by now you have ability, and I can't think what to advise you on. Except maybe avoiding run-on or overly-long sentences. I especially loved your names. They roll off the tongue so well! "Sheud Fahe". Dunno where you got that, but it's so... elegant, ha!

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