Gone Mage

“What do you mean Fionna’s not there?” I asked, sinking down onto the porch in disbelief. I couldn’t understand how what Mage Jaye was telling me could possibly be right. The thought of Fionna on her own, wandering around the streets of Paris, causing all sorts of chaos and mischief, made my stomach tighten into a knot. I visualized the evening news reports with videos or her lighting people on fire or picking people up with her electrical storms. This was not good, not at all.

Mage Jaye replied, “We couldn’t keep her here, Harlow. She was too dangerous to herself and others, so we sent her to a place where she’d be safe and where she might be able to get some of the training that she needs, once she starts to settle down.”

I began to breathe a little easier now that I knew that Mage Jaye hadn’t lost Fionna.