I send a ball of fire to the guy and he falls to the ground. I rush to Jace and try not to cry, "Y-You'll be alright, baby, I-I-" I get a towel, pressing it against his chest, "Just hang in there."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
