Ember's power flowing through him, Quentin stepped toward the Wellspring, friends behind him.
"I knew it," he whispered. "I knew I was meant for this."
He reached down, touched the flow of pure magic, shining silver and smelling of--
Quentin squinted at it. "Wait, is this--"
Behind them, Martin burst out into a guffaw. "Got you!" he yelled, as everything went black.
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Thirty-Nine Times that Quentin Coldwater Failed to Kill the BeastFanfiction
My entry in #theMagicians #BattleTheBeast contest. Could definitely use more shirtless Penny, but, sadly, there's a 1500 word limit.