Keep calm

What makes main character,well main? Is it a dashing look, or brave heart? Or maby, ability to make right decisions in difficult times. Or all those side characters,who shine so brightly, still, who easily fall in MC arms. Or all those villains, prostrated for MC to step on...Or maby the way they calmly deal with all sorts of shitty situation authors are putting them in. They always keep calm...

Those kind of thoughts were swirling around her head while she was madly running through mansion, destroying anything that would be in her way. "Stop!!" They were shouting, desperately trying to reach her.' Like hell I will'.

Another, by the looks of it, expensive vase, was directed in the direction of four people, successfully hiting a midget. 'Yosh, got one!' Not waisting any second, she rushed through the hallway, looking for any exit from this cursed place. " Harold, do something!!" She could her woman screaming. She increased her speed, thovard large window. 'No time to look for a door, let's go through the window.' Mentally,preparing for sharp pain, which would probably be inflicted by glass shrads, she made here resolve. " Agusta, NOOOO!!"

She didn't even budge on an agonising scream, with her goal so close. Than, she stopped. Not normal stop, when you decrease speed, her body literally froze, completely petrified. Like a doll, due to her previous running momentum, she fell right on her face , with hands and legs still frozen in running position. What a hell..was all she could think. Her forhead was pulsating with pain, blood was ozing from a wound driping on marble floor. And apparently, this... petrification didn't inhibit any pain. She could feel all of it, she could see, and hear. And so, she was a witness of they hurriedly approach. " Oh, Merlin! Agusta, honey!" Strong hands, gently turned her to face them. She took a look at the man, in his thirties. Worried,was written all over his handsome face.

He was wearing some kind of dark brown robe. In fact all of them were dressed in a same manner. Woman was a crying mess. She was kneeling next to the man, sobbing, while rocking back and forth. " Calm down, honey! She's fine." Man try to pacify her.

'Who is fine?! Go die you ass! It hurts like hell!' "You used...sob...on her...sob.."

" What else could I do? If this prolonged, she could get hurt."

" Sob..hurry...undo..sob"

"What if she starts running amok again?" Man was worried, not without a base.

" We should tie her up, for now, until she calms down" suggested a teenager, standing next to them.

They looked at him, than at each other, finally at petrified small figure in man's arms. He nodded,then, out of his robe pulled a stick. 'Yup, that a stick, all righ. How does he plan to tie me up with...' String of light flown from its tip, quickly wrapping around her wrists and ankles. She could move now, not that it matter with her imobilised legs.

' Oh, so the stick is a wand...' Tiredness overwhelmed her, and last thought she had before loosing concusnes was 'Its a fricking wand, how can you keep calm...?'