The Girl From Thion

Chapter 6

In Quentin's opinion the worst thing is not death. It's watching someone cry. Watching someone cry because of death. Jane was still slouched on the floor in front of the portal door, gripping on Quentin's shirt.

This was not the adventure he had expected. This was not 'saving Thion'. Nobody said anything about anybody dying. Nobody had mentioned genocide and fulfilling a prophecy. Nobody said they would have to witness a death right before their eyes. Nobody said this 'adventure' would be full of tears. Where was the handbook for the story line of a small girl falling out of a portal, that's what he needed. None of this is what he expected,

And being honest, he didn't know what he expected.

But look at them now. Now there sitting on the floor with a full sized Jane burying her face in his shirt and staining it with her tears.

"I never even told her I loved her!" Quentin shushed her and continued to pet her hair.

"I didn't even love her, I-I-I just wish I could have given her the benefit of the doubt" she sniffled before going silent.

How did this happen? His mothers journal had said they were to save Thion, but she never mentioned death. Death was something nothing could prepare Quentin nor Jacob for. Death was something no one could prepare for. Death is something no one should have to prepared for.

Jane tugged on Quentin's shirt countless times, just to make sure he was still there. To make sure he wouldn't disappear on the spot. But Quentin didn't seem to care, her tugs didn't bother him. It was the whimpers and screams she tried to hide. Quentin wouldn't have cared if she had just full out exploded and destroyed everything in her path. But he was not okay with her hiding her cries, he wanted her to scream. To yell as loud as she could. Not hide it.

But eventually Jane's cries died down, her grip on Quentin's shirt was still strong but had loosened at the least. She fell asleep on his lap, with her face still red and blotchy from crying.

Quentin couldn't be bothered to get up, and move. He just sat there with Jane on his lap. He had considered getting up to put her in a bed but the warmth given off by her was too satisfying. It made him feel selfish, not wanting to move and wanting to keep Jane on his lap because he knew he wouldn't have this feeling again.

But Jane wasn't his to keep. So he got up using his arms to support Jane's weight. He walked to the closest bedroom in the bunker and pulled the green sheet back. He had tried to lay her down, but her grip was strong. Slowly he detached her hands and lay her down. He took a seat in the chair next to the desk in the room and watched her for a moment.

She sniffled in her sleep every so often, it was cute to Quentin. He started at her red face, and wondered.

How can one person, go through so much pain in just one day?

Jeremy, Jane's Racavas came into the room and snuggled up next her. It made Quentin jealous because he can't do that. He can't just lay with her and wrap his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be okay, because it wasn't going to be okay, and Jane wasn't his.

What could be going through Jane's head, was all Quentin could care about at the moment. In the past two hours, she found out she was a Mage and is being hunted, was told she had to leave her home till it's safe, and her mother was killed right before her eyes. He couldn't imagine what she was feeling, but she was definitely not okay.

Whatever pain that she was feeling, that was buried under her skin wouldn't be wished against his own enemy.

Nobody. Not even Voldemort deserved that pain. And to Quentin, Voldemort was the evilest evil that ever eviled.

He left the room and went to go find Jacob. He couldn't stand to look at her like that anymore.

"Jacob?" He called out quietly, "yo, Quentin, you gotta come see this" he replied from the lounge. "Oh God, what did you do?" "THIS" Quentin looked up over at Jacob and gasped at the sight. Jacob had some how created a large ball of ice and it was floating midair over his hand. "H-h-how did you do that?" "I-I don't know but remember in the journal when mom said I was an elemental?" "yea"

"I guess she wasn't lying" he chuckled. "Can you make it disappear?" Quentin asked frantically as if someone who knew nothing of magic was going to walk in. "I can try", with the ball of ice still floating Jacob placed his hands on the sides of it, removed them and kept them in place next to it. Without touching it and clasped his hands. The ice had seemed to get smaller the closer his hands got to each other until it just disappeared, leaving a small cloud of smoke.

"That... That is awesome!" Quentin yelled before shushing himself, Jacob gave him a confused look but he pointed down the hallway where Jane was sleep. "Oh, okay. Anyways, if I can I don't know, create ice, what can you do?"

"I don't know", Quentin sighed "but I don't plan on finding out soon" Quentin said quietly. "What?!" Jacob exclaimed, Quentin gave him a stern look, and in a more hushed voice he continued "you're kidding right? You have to be joking, Quentin, we have powers people dream of, and you don't even want to discover them?"

"If you haven't noticed we have bigger things to worry about. Is Jane okay? We just witnessed a murder, Jane just watched her mother die, and magics no good use if you don't want them" he said calmly, sitting down and placing his feet on the coffee table before them.

"you don't even want your powers? You don't even know what they are! Man, you are in way, way too deep. And you just meet yesterday"

"Just shut up", Quentin played with his hand, moving it in a swimming motion till it felt warm. "Why is my hand so hot?" He continued until he noticed a blue light shine from his hand, "oh shit! What the hell?!" He threw his hand forward as if that was to get rid of it, but it flew off his and and hit a pile of magazines off the table and to the floor. Leaving a small burn on them.

"Ow!" He yelped jumping from his seat, "that actually hurt" a hot, tingly sensation was left behind from the blast, and it gave an unpleasant feeling at the palm of Quentin's hand. "So you found part of your power, and you have to admit, that was pretty cool" Jacob said, more calmly then Quentin would have liked. "Yea it's cool, but why'd it hurt? Is it supposed too?"

"Dude, I don't know I'm not some professor from Hogwarts. Just look it up, get your computer or something" Jacob obviously wasn't much help, and the sarcasm didn't make it any better. "But what about aunt Elizabeth, shes gonna ask questions, she probably wont even let me through the front door without making me answer her essay of questions."

"Q' it's 9 she's at work, and she never misses a day of work, never. You'll be fine just go" Jacob urged, Quentin groaned before compiling and going through the portal door.