Yurics Journal re-written part 1

It was a cold yet calm night. A fourteen millennia old Yuric was returning with some herbs to help his baby brother calm a seizure. However, upon approaching the battered temple, he noticed that it was lacking his mothers influence shade. The boy ran into the place to find his mother lying dead, a terrified expression and a hole in her chest. There was no sign of his brother, but he had no time to search.
 It was the type of scene no child should witness. Imagine being so young and finding your mother torn up in just the space of an hour. I'm fourteen, still but a mere child to the eyes of many. Jasper was nowhere to found. I was too anxious to look for him, I figured he was dead. I didn't hesitate to run out of there as fast as I could, hoping and hoping that the murderer wouldn't find me. I eventually came to rest at a field, not the wisest place I know, but it was a good spot to create a vortex off of the land. I brought together what little my mother bothered to teach me and got the hell out of there.
His knowledge of creating any vortexes was like the memory span of a fish. He was lucky that it formed at all. Considering that it was a one in a million chance, Yuric didn't care where it took him, just as long as he was away from the murderer.
The vortex took me to a land alright, but it was scorched by a boiling sun. I immediately felt the urge to dive into the ocean surrounding the land, but I didn't. Instead I was greeted with a god. He was about a foot and 2 inches taller than me with a dark brown mop of scruffy hair. His eyes were a chestnut brown and creased with an anger. Beside him was a much smaller girl, she stood awkwardly and was shivering, despite the huge blanket of heat that crushed the land. "The name's Trevor" the god snarled, he had a strong Canadian accent, his voice, however was hoarse and scratchy. He told the girl next to him to show me around before turning and walking back to his temple.
There was a bit of an awkward silence between the two, before Yuric finally introduced himself to the girl. At the time, he saw her as nothing more than a timid child of few words. Little did he realise how much she would actually mean to him in the future.
Her eyes were a brilliant emerald green, her hair pure black like the feathers of a Raven. She had a lot of freckles on her face and was tanned. She always looked nervous, to be fair, I may not have appeared very friendly, what with being very big for my age. I had reassured her that I wasn't a threat, and that I was a friend. Eirene became much more relaxed afterwords. We got to talking and she's actually a very friendly child.
Their conversation became them telling each other about their pasts. Yuric was interested in what she had to say, although he felt as if she was hiding something. The way her hands shook when she spoke of her mother gave it away.
I did ask her what happened to her mother, but she gave a shrug and a small "I wasn't there" for a reply. It wouldn't have been right to pressure her, so I changed the subject.
He began to set up a village of his own, no experience however, but, a neighboring woman was happy to share some of her land. Eirene watched him as he did so. Yuric would keep making a mistake and then use a stupid line to cover it up.
I may not have been the best at setting up a village, but Eirene seemed to enjoy seeing me screw up. She didn't laugh, but I could see it in her eyes. I haven't heard her laugh at all yet, she's always so terrified of the land it seems. I may try to make her laugh just to hear it. Laughing is a nice sound.
He may not have been right about a lot of things, but he was certainly correct here. A laugh is nicer than a tear.