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No... I don't own Golden Sun or any of the characters. Or the Djinni, but those are characters.

The auburn-haired girl groaned as she tried to move. No... It hurt too much when she tried to move.

She was currently in a lying position, in a pool of blood. The blood was her own. It was on her clothes, and some was in her hair, although it wasn't that noticable. And there was quite a bit of blood around her.

Her left arm was bent in an odd position, but it was imapled on a large clay spire as well. Her left leg was over a large clay spire, impaled as well. Blood still dripped from the back of her knee, where it was imapled.

Her right arm was limp; one would think it was broken. It wasn't. She was just defeated. A piece of her staff, a Salamander's Rod, now shattered, was held firmly between her right arm's fingers.

Her right leg was limp, lying aganist the ground as well, but it was broken. There was a shattered clay spire undereath it where she'd tried to break it with a Dragon Fume before he'd broken her Salamander's Rod.

There were many rips in her clothes, but most of her cape had been torn off by a spire that was painfully digging into her back, poking her there and forcing her to be in a halfway lying, halfway sitting position. It hurt... And she was going to die eventually from blood loss.

There was a rather nasty gash in her left cheek that was still bleeding, and many more numberous scratches--and bruises--on her arms and legs. Especially on her legs, though.

She hadn't tried to get up. And she hadn't winced too much. The pain had died away. She knew that the spires constantly digging into her flesh, making it become raw red, were supposed to hurt.

But the pain had eventually died away; she was ignoring it...

Besides, it didn't hurt so much, not anymore. Somehow, the Mercury Adept had managed to steal Felix's Venus djinn and was therefore able to force them to hurt her by warping the earth.

She winced as he stepped near her, and crouched. "I'm sorry that it had to come to this way, dear Jenna," he said. "But Mernardi and Saturos said I had to hurt you badly, then leave you for dead or they'd kill you in an even more gruesome fashion. I didn't want to hurt you, but they forced to me. I'm sorry, my dear Jenna." He stood up, then walked away, frowning.

Jenna groaned, then closed her eyes. Might as well as wait until she died from loss of blood.

She woke up abruptly from a sharp prodding in her side. It was now dark, unlike the bright sunlight of the day when Alex had all of a sudden attacked her...

Jenna's dark eyes glanced at the thing that had prodded her. A Jupiter Djinn... Wait... Jupiter? If she remembered correctly, she had only Mars ones, and those had already disappeared as a result of her using them aganist Alex. He'd brushed off them as if they were nothing, though, even though they were opposing elements.

"Jenna!" a familar voice screamed. "Are you alright?! What happened?!" Jenna yelped, and turned her eyes swiftly upwards. "W-What!" she muttered, amazed. Ivan. Ivan was standing in front of her, his eyes huge in horror at the sight before him.

Jenna tried to imagine it. A broken, mangled girl lying in front of him in a pool of her own blood, looking utterly like she'd lost all hope and had given up, and also unable to heal herself thanks to no Mercury or Venus djinn belonging to her... Add his infautation with her and you got what Ivan saw.

"J-Jenna," he said again, nearing him. He picked up the Juptier Djinn that was still prodding her side, then murmured to it softly, "Breath, please heal her..."

So it was Breath. "N-No," Jenna groaned. "Don't. I'll just keep losing blood no matter what." He nodded, then bent down in front of her. "Sorry. Mia's not here, and either are Issac and Sheba and Piers and Fleix and Garet..." he muttered. "They stayed at the inn. But I decided to come out and look for you when you didn't come back. WHo attacked you?"

Jenna sighed softly, her eyes glancing at the spire that was impaling her left leg. "Saturos?" A shake of Jenna's head. "Mernardi?" Another shake of her head. "Alex?" A nod.. Then his eyes widened as she struggled to get up. But Jenna groaned as she fell back down, yelping as the spire in her back prodded it and drove itself about five inches into her back.

She heard Ivan's cry of surprise, then she saw the shadow of himself fall over her as he neared. He bent over and slipped his hands under her. Jenna felt her face become hot when she felt his left hand on her back and his right hand under her knees. He stood up, staggering slightly; she knew it was his first time carrying someone.

She felt her feet leave the ground. Thank goodness she was probably only about an inch taller than Ivan...

But, glancing upwards, she saw an expression that she wasn't quite sure what to make of.

He looked both horrified and disgusted. He watched blood trail from under her, splattering his footwear quite easily. Grimacing, the Juptier Adept began heading towards the nearest town, which happened to be Xian.

"Are you alright, Jenna?" he asked softly, shifting her so that she was closer to his chest than when he'd picked up her; he didn't want to drop her.

She felt her face become even hotter as he did this, and sighed softly despite the pain in her limbs and her broken leg. "You know," she muttered softly, "My leg's broken and so is my arm... I won't be able to walk around until my leg heals."

"That's alright. I'm sure Garet will be worried when we get back, and Piers," Ivan replied softly, his eyes glancing down at the Mars Adept in his arms before keeping up the pace.

They were near Xian now, but a few worried figures stood near the entrance. There were three. Jenna could make out two that were blue--Piers and Mia, obivously--and one that had orange hair. Garet. You could see him from anywhere in the world, Jenna bet, from just his hair color.