Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-45026906-20200211124053/@comment-45026906-20200211141517

ok im back and I still haven't done my homework but who cares, I've had chapter 2 written in a notebook and I really want to post it

Chapter 2 : sophie's pov

Sophie's stomach felt like it was being bent and twisted as everyone shouted, "What?"

"Listen to me first!" Mr. Forkle yelled over the protests and questions.

Everyone fell quiet.

"We figured that there are some abilities that we are going to need on our team," Mr. Forkle explained. "One that we don't have."

Tam looked at Mr. Forkle with a stare that was both confused and menacing as he listed the abilities. "We have an empath, a shade, a hydrokinetic, a pyrokinetic, a vanisher, way too many telepaths, a phaser, a froster, a flasher, and a telepath-polyglot-inflictor-teleporter-enhancer combination. What else do you need?"

"Guess," Mr. Forkle challenged. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "I'll give you a clue. Squall's sister is one of them."

"A conjurer!" Dex exclaimed.

Fitz groaned. "Of course he'd know first - Edaline's his aunt."

"She's my mom too," Sophie reminded him before facing Mr. Forkle. "Who is this conjurer?"

"All we know is that they exist."

"What, you don't even know their name or if they're a boy or girl?" Tam said incredulously.

"Forkle, you've messed up on this one," Keefe said. "How'd you even meet them?"

"Our Technopath hacked into the files and looked through all the Conjurers who manifested," Mr. Forkle began. "We did find an extremely skilled one, but strangely, there was no personal information. All we know is that they attend Foxfire, and we know where they live."

"What, you can do that?" Sophie said, feeling even queasier. If the Neverseen's Technopath was able to hack into the files, tracking down a victim would be as easy as enjoying Mallowmelt.

"Yes, but we did this for good intentions," Mr. Forkle assured her. "And yes, I've opened my mind to all of you," he told the room. "I need to know your thoughts about the new member. All I have to say is, the potential of Conjurers are higher than we have speculated."

"Then why don't we recruit Edaline?" Linh asked.

Keefe snorted. "Would you rather have Sophie's mom following us around and being all grown-up-ish or do you want someone who's our age and can show us some cool tricks?"

"Mr. Sencen has a point," Mr. Forkle informed Linh. "Let's also not forget that she has a life here in the Lost Cities, and sneaking away would be next to impossible."

"What's the Conjurer like?" Biana ventured to ask.

"We leaped to where their file said they lived with a few dwarves and the Collective," Mr. Forkle replied. "Like I said, we didn't have any of their personal information, so we didn't have any expectations of how they were. In fact, when we arrived, no one was there."

"Then how do you know that they were even there?" Fitz wanted to know, as did everyone else in the room.

"Because suddenly we heard a series of finger snaps and a row of tall rocks appeared around us, blocking any chances of escape," Mr. Forkle told them. "Then we were raised twenty feet into the air and a piece of paper and a pen appeared in front of me. It said 'who are you creepy hybrid creatures and what the heck are you doing here?"

Keefe snickered. "I think I'm going to like this Conjurer."

To be fair, the Collective's disguises were pretty bizarre. Especially Squall's frosty body and Granite's half-carved statue costume.

"I wrote 'we've come here to hire you' and made a hand signal to let them know we were done writing. It disappeared for a few seconds and when it came back, it asked for what."

"How were they even doing that?" Sophie wondered.

"Their conjuring and telekinesis," Dex answered for her. "Which is reeeeeeeeeeally strong from what we've heard, by the way."

"Yes," Mr. Forkle agreed. "I would've assumed they were from Exillium if I didn't know they attended Foxfire."

"I mean, five people twenty feet up for that long plus a piece of paper and a pen!" Linh hugged her knees to her chest. "I doubt even Tam and I could do that."

"What about Sophie?" Biana countered. Sophie was known for her insanely high concentration levels that were genetically enhanced, and even she bet she probably couldn't lift the Collective that high in the air for so long.

"Nah, this is Foster," Keefe said lazily. "Show us some of your stuff."

Sophie sighed and focused. All the furniture in Havenfield's sitting room levitated half a foot of the ground for a few seconds before dropping back down.

"See?" Keefe said, as if he'd done it himself.

"Yeah, but this is twenty feet in the air for more than ten minutes plus a sheet of paper," Tam argued.

"Don't forget the pen," Fitz jumped in.

"As I was saying," Mr. Forkle continued, glaring at all of them. "I wrote about the sole focus of the Black Swan and you all-"

"Woah, stop there, Forkle," Keefe interrupted. "Did you introduce us? If you talked about my looks and my reputation for pranks I will hug you."

"No, I described you as trustworthy friends who would accept them warmly," Mr. Forkle said dryly.

Tam snorted. "Yeah, right."

Keefe pouted.

"So I finished writing and the paper disappeared. And when it was conjured back in front of my hands, the conjurer had written this: Sounds cool, so sure. But before I officially join, I want to meet these people."