StormFire

OK, added a little more, and yeah, I’m starting to like where this is going now.

A blood curdling scream, shattering windows and burning timber; power unleashed.
“Bloody hell Kyra.” Danique, Second Lady of the Mage’s Council, complained, startling from her slumber, her palms clamped firmly to her temples in an attempt to settled her jarred, sleep deprived brain before sending her mind out to the stricken mage child and enveloping him in the sense of her presence, calming, reassuring, it was just another nightmare; no one was going to hurt him. Not like anyone could hurt him. She thought wryly before frowning, his cry had been different this time, there was power mixed with it.

So rather than waiting for him to doze back off and going back to sleep herself, she dressed and exited her rooms to find the 3rd waiting outside the door for her,
“You’re going to him?” She asked a look of sorrow in her eyes. She knew not the reasons for the boy’s constant nightmares, only Danique knew that, and she refused to tell anyone; she could however tell that he was in extreme pain and was suffering terribly.
“Yes, Moni, he needs me.” Danique murmured before swiftly exiting the guild building and making her way to the poorer quarter of the city.
Kyra was found sitting on the floor in the corner of his room, his head buried in his knees. He looked up to see Danique enter the room, his pale blue eyes were haunted as he looked up at her.

She stopped only briefly to observe the damage in the room, he furniture was destroyed, along with his bed and the walls were heavily charred.
“I could have killed someone Dani.” He croaked, his voice dry and harsh from screaming. “I only lost control for the briefest moment, but it was enough to cause all this.”

She felt her stomach churn as a large wave of sympathy overtook her and she swiftly crossed the room to kneel by his side and took him into her arms, it was such a rapid movement, that had it been anyone else it would have likely gotten the killed.
“It’s okay Kyra, I’m here.” She whispered into his ear, her heart wrenching as he sobbed into her shoulder.
After an hour or so, he looked up into her eyes, and apologised for having woken her for the second time in the last few months due to his nightmares.
“It’s okay dear one,” She murmured, kissing his brow. “Come Kyra, you will have to come and stay with me at the Guild-House, until we can get this lot fixed up.” She helped him to his feet and trailed her fingers lightly over the many whipping scars covering his torso, front and back before lightly draping her cloak over his form.

It had been this way since she had first met him, nearly five years previous, she was always coming to his rescue ever since the day she had first met him in his father’s mansion, or what was left of it after it had been ripped apart by a magical explosion.
A boy of ten years old looked up at her, his light blue eyes full of hurt and fear, his body battered, bruised, bloody and suffering from extreme magical exhaustion.
She shuddered at the memory of finding him like that, the awakening of his magic had been so powerful that the echo of its use had reached her several miles away and with so much force that it had crippled her senses so much that she could barely move for several long minutes.
Danique.
The mental communication broke her from her reverie just as she was passing through the gates to the Guild-Hall, although they called it a hall, it was more like a fort.
First-Lord Gellen. She acknowledged.
Yes, once you have the boy settled, please meet us in the Chamber.
As you wish. She murmured in reply before breaking contact with the man’s mind.